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Daylight Saving Time can kiss my ass. I want my hour of sleep back. I need it.

No sooner am I made Lord of the Sith, than Darth Thanaton of the Dark Council wants me dead because he sees my views as a threat. He very nearly succeeds by having a lacky lay a trap, except my people manage to get me out. In need of more power if I've a chance to survive, let alone make change in the Empire, I learn of a ritual that would make me strong enough to take this man on and defeat him. It's called "Force Walking" and involves communing with the ghosts of long dead Sith Lords, and in fact binding their restless ghosts to the living in order to harness their power.

This will surely go well.

In other news, I have my first apprentice! A Togruta padawan named Ashara Zavros. A former Jedi! How marvelous.

As of today, I'm no longer a teenager. I don't know how to feel about this other than I have mixed feelings on it. One more year and I can legally drink? That counts for something, I'd say. And yet there's also the ever looming question of what to do with my life and I still don't have an answer for that.

Since I couldn't have an over the top party on my actual birthday last month due to unexpected company over that week - I'm going to have a late party for it this weekend at my house. Show up any time starting after 5 pm Friday and stay for as long as you want. Or until I have to throw everyone out Monday to get ready for a meeting with a director at my house. They better be offering me the part or I will end up in trouble that I'm fairly certain an entire law firm and Amycus couldn't get me out of and cover up

Six missed calls, all from the same number. And I have no idea what number it is, I sure as hell am not picking that up. Finally check my messages and it's a divorce attorney??

Do these people even know who I am? Apparently not, or they'd know better.

Divorce Attorney. Balls. The last thing I made a lifelong commitment to went up in flames. No, thank you.

People can say whatever they like about China - but they know what people want. They built a 250 acre solar farm, which is pretty cool on it’s own because that’s a lot of solar energy instead of fossil fuels. But they went one step further according to the article I read - they built it in the shape of a giant panda. And everyone loves pandas. It’s a fact. And not only did they build one - they have plans to build two more massive solar farms that are shaped like pandas.

Well I think I just disproved my own theory that if I stayed busy enough I wouldn’t have any dreams this semester at school. I finally found out what the key in my dreams opens up! There was a little curtain off to one side of the hall, and inside is this little tiny door- maybe a foot tall- and the key fits it! I open it up and there’s this really beautiful garden on the other side and I lay there looking at it for a while, wishing that I could get in there but my head won’t even fit through the door.

I finally quit laying on the floor, wishing, and go back to the table I found the key on and now there’s a bottle that has a label that says Drink Me on it! I know it wasn’t there when I first got the key, but it is now and it’s not labeled poison, so I drink it and it tastes pretty good. And after a minute makes me shrink down to the right size to fit through the door but just my dreamluck - I locked the door when I went back to the table and left the key on top of it, and can’t reach it anymore. And no matter how many times I try to climb that table I keep slipping back down to the floor and I finally just give up and start to cry.

And that’s when I woke up here. And found that same bottle on my pillow next to me. A part of me really wants to take a sip and see if it will make me shrink here like it did in the drams but the rest of me is saying “Don’t be stupid Alice. You have no way of reversing the shrinking and can’t take care of Kurt if you’re only ten inches tall! And you definitely can’t go to classes or auditions if you can’t be seen!”

Well… it’s always fun to find out that everyone thinks there’s something wrong with me in my Dreams. A glass broke out of nowhere while Margo and I were sitting in the common room of the Cottage, so of course everyone starts worrying, and they have to bring the Professor to look at me. She gives me a clean bill of health but in a surprising twist - she thinks something is going on with Margo’s life force being drained because a wine glass shatters when set next to her. They want to know if she’s been involved in any sort of unprotected rituals lately, and it seems that she has.

I’m stoned out of my mind but decide to go with her, anyway, to talk to the guy she suspects. When we get there we find that he’s made a golem of her, a Margolem. Who honestly is a lot of fun to do drugs with in the Dreams. Margo says she wants to destroy her, so we take her back to Brakebills with us and I end up kissing the Margolem, and that’s when I find out that she changed her mind about destroying it because Margo walks in the room. I think the Professor is wrong about me though - there’s something wrong with me.

[Private to Margo]
How you doing Bambi?

[Private to Felix]
Promise me if I start acting really not like myself you’ll find a solution, a way to fix me and whatever’s broken.

In all the excitement of getting off my...house arrest I forgot to check in on here for the last few weeks. I've been out there actually getting to enjoy the beach right behind my house and going to the grocery store. Just all the little errands and things that I couldn't do for the past year. I still can't do much during the day but that's what all night markets are for. I never thought I'd actually be grateful to Amelie for something in the Dreams.