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So, getting to spend Thanksgiving with Annabeth's family was fun. Her brothers are pretty cool and Annabeth was right; there was plenty of food for all of us. Didn't have to fight with her brothers over any turkey or pie or anything.

Other than enjoying Thanksgiving and spending time with Annabeth, I was lucky enough to have more dreams. Note the sarcasm there. Like, even as a demi-god, I'm still getting picked on. And by another girl no less. She's Ares' daughter so it's not really a surprise. I'm not exactly sure what happened though. She tried to stick my head in the toilet and instead it like backed up on her or something. Kind of like the fountain with my other bully earlier on. Other than that, Annabeth gave me a tour of camp and since I don't know who my godly parent is, I get to stay in the Hermes cabin. Apparently that's where you go when you haven't been claimed. Suffice to say, it's pretty crowded. Oh yeah and my teacher, Mr. Brunner is actually a CENTAUR called Chiron!

And now it's back to school tomorrow. Although, now that it's December that means finals are coming up and I'm dreading that.

It appears to be a pretty common theme in recent posts on here, these dreams. I have to say, I thought I was going to get away with this round being pretty insignificant, but I guess not. It seems when something goes right in one world, it goes completely wrong in the other. At the very least, I think I'm starting to figure some stuff out.

Silver lining, right?

Working as a night time DJ on the radio is fun. One gets to enjoy being up all night, and ignore the evil thing in the sky that is bright and hot. One also gets to sleep during the bright and hot parts of the day. Its fun and good that way.

My name is Lorcan Scamander and my brother finally talked me into coming on this network. His name is Lysander, just in case any of you know of the Scamander Scamanders.

I do hope everyone enjoyed thanksgiving. It's always nice to have a nice leg of turkey, sit back and fondly think about the fact that your country was built on the decaying flesh of thousands of dead men, women and children.

( trigger warning, mention of rape and slavery )

Waiting for ages at the airport has shown me that either I'm very good at keeping myself entertained or that I have a sick, dirty mind.

Anyway, here's a fun game! Fill in the blanks: I like my men the way I like my _____, _______ and _______.

Right now my favorite is: I like my men the way I like my books, well-read and bound in leather.

I really appreciate the gesture, but if everyone could stop gifting me menorahs at work? I have eight, one for each night of Hanukah, which is ... not really how it works.

I'd also have, for future reference anyone who works with me or is one of my patients who reads this (Watson, I think you're the only one, but I'm thinking wishfully), gifts in the form of donations to cancer charities.

Does anyone know if the dreams follow you? Like if I were to go out of town for a few days would I still have them or do they just happen here in the OC?

The earth is shaking and I'm dreaming of being a pirate. Sort of. Dreaming of dreaming of being a pirate.

I knew I moved to the OC for a reason. This place isn't ever dull, is it?

I turned on the television today, and I see young ladies dressed inappropriately, shaking their rear ends and flaunting their flesh. The human body is beautiful, but such acts...cheapen it.

I consider it a symptom of terrible ungodliness.

So this happened.

( cut for artistic depictions of nudity )

I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Rory Williams and I teach fourth grade at Deerfield Elementary School in Irvine. I stumbled upon this message board or network or whatever it is and thought it'd be interesting to see what other people in my area had to say.

So, what's going on Orange County?

These dreams, you people can have them.

Anyone know of any good children's health or protection charities? Like one that really helps kids and doesn't just take ten percent of what you give them.

Got some pictures. Of my zombie family.

Creepy.

These dreams are some weird Romeo and Juliet story. I mean. Zombie falls in love with girl after eating girl's boyfriend's brains. I think girl is falling for zombie, too, though.

But these pictures. Really. Not nice.

There's not enough wine in the world to make me feel good about this last dream. I can't get my head around this woman and her thought process, apparently no one ever had the 'don't go looking for a date at your family reunion' talk with her. Then again she sprung fully formed from the sea and severed male bits, so either her brain never formed or it was water logged.

Bad enough that he's her father-in-law, but he's also her nephew and in the real world he's my cousin and then they're gonna end up having a kid. It's all just... wrong!

Tomorrow is my first college Homecoming game! I'm super pumped because it seems like it should be a lot of fun. It's kind of a big deal apparently. I don't even care about football, but I got some new school spirit stuff to wear and my roomie is hoping that I'll hang out with her group of people, but as long as I have Percy to talk to then I won't mind.

So, my dreams continued and I really didn't enjoy them very much. They were kind of scary and I felt completely helpless as I watched "little dream me" try to save her friends from the Cyclops. Luckily I'll feisty and I managed to help save my friends. But... as we made our way towards the protection camp there were too many monsters and my friend sacrificed herself to save us. She's a daughter of Zeus so he felt sorry that she had to do that and turned her into a pine tree that helped strengthen the barrier to keep monsters out. A pine tree - seriously? What kind of crazy father does that.

But the rest of us were safe and time passed quickly in my dreams and I grew up at the camp. Then my dreams kind of came back into focus when there was commotion at the camp and none other than my crazy friend, Percy Jackson, made his appearance into camp. My dreams ended with me taking care of him the nurse's tent after his battle.

I think I prefer real college over these dreams.

To go along with this truth-spouting weirdness, I got a new string of dreams. Hoorah. I guess it's not so bad. I continue to have problems staying in the van, and the whole CIA database living in my brain was apparently sent with good (but still mysterious) intentions. Broke up with my incredibly good-looking fake-girlfriend to pursue an incredibly-good looking real girlfriend (yay, go dream!Chuck), then got dumped by said real girlfriend for assuming she was working for terrorists (boo, dream!Chuck). Kissed the former fake-girlfriend - for the record, she kissed me - because we thought we were about to be blown up.

Let's see, what else ... Oh. The guy who destroyed my life to protect it is actually my former fake-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, my little spy team gets in trouble but we save the day anyway, things at the Buy More continue to be just really messed up.

I'll say this, my dream life? Is never boring.

Probably because I don't stay in the van.

Hoorah, I have a week off of shooting. Apparently, I have been struck with the truth problem going around. In the middle of filming, I started wondering aloud what we were having for lunch, which made the three girls with me start laughing and ... we couldn't use the take, so we started over, and I talked about sandwiches. I am going to lose my reputation at this rate, so I said I was feeling ill.

My therapist is going on an extended vacation. Maybe it's for the best. I finally blurted out all the fairytale dream stuff, and I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm actually crazy. Hopefully the day improves.

Wow, okay, so my pothead roomie just asked me if I minded if he smoked while I was doing my homework cause for whatever reason he didn't want to go outside or something and I told him that I did mind, because it makes the room smell awful and it makes my stuff smell awful and I didn't need a contact high right now. He looked at me for a minute then was just like, 'No problem, Perce. Why didn't you say anything before.' Have you ever just wanted to facepalm so hard? That was me just now. So, I guess this whole truth whatever isn't that bad. I know I'm gonna regret saying that later.

I shouldn't have had that brie before bed last night, gave me weird dreams. Like 'springing fully grown from a mix of sea foam and freshly removed dangly bits of a god, only to make it to land to be nearly sexually assaulted by somebody who looked like cousin Zachary' sort of dreams. At least I hope it was the cheese and not one of those kind of dreams like everybody else has been having.

Is anyone else going to volunteer this Thanksgiving? (Really, it's rather far off, but 'tis the season with all of the holidays in it.) I don't have any family, so it just makes sense.

And before someone says "surely you have an aunt or something", no. I don't. My parents were both only children, my mom died when I was young, and my father when I was seventeen. My grandparents passed a few years ago. So no. I don't.

Required immediately: entertainment.

Tell me a joke!
Suggest some music!
Send me a picture! (nudes totally acceptable, thx)


I might get bored.


You wouldn't like me when I'm bored.

Hamlet is depressed, the vet confirmed it. I guess that's what I get for giving him that name, but how could I resist? I'm just happy he hasn't found himself a girlfriend, the last thing I want is to find a drowned pig in my pool or water features. Still, I know it's my fault. I'm not set up for pets really, my place is mostly concrete and I only have decorative grass. And then there's the fact that pigs are apparently super social, it's just me and him for now and maybe I'm not the most attentive. So I pretty much fail at pet ownership. So that and discovering that ultimatums do not a happy husband make, things have been pretty sucky.

I'm starting to think that maybe Hamlet might be better off with someone else, someone better equipped to handle him and his needs. He's a good boy, smart, affectionate, adorably vocal, but right now he's very sad and probably knows he needs a much better home than the one I'm giving him.

I've decided to stay in tonight. Perhaps that makes me some sort of Halloween-loathing old man, but the truth is I've never enjoyed. Never enjoyed the fireworks, never enjoyed the ridiculous dignity-destroying costumes, never enjoyed children rapping my door at night. The fireworks are particularly loathsome, a series of bright lights that makes idiot stand and gawp like chimps.

I've realized that when I wear certain hats, a knit for example, I look far too much like a hipster. An old hipster. At what point did wearing a beard become a fashion statement of that sort? Almost makes me want to shave mine off... not really, of course. But I don't enjoy shopping--never really have--and worrying that I'm accidentally putting together something that looks like a costume.

Lost my voice apparently. Seems I'm not the only one. Looks like there is a laryngitis epidemic going on.

All right, I bite. I told my cousins I'd dress up to take them trick-or-treating.

Now I just have to find a costume. Apparently I'd make a good Batman, but I don't know if that's going to happen.

I forget my contacts for one whole day, and every secretary in the department's come to fawn over my glasses. (I'm sure that's not entirely accurate, but it seems like.) They're eyeglasses. I think a lot of people still wear them.

[Those who don't want to be punctured in any way can ignore this.]

I am still alive and everything is purrfect back to normal. My apologies to anyone I worried during my absence. It wasn't exactly within my means to contact anyone until now. No opposable thumbs, no ability to type.

I had a run-in with... someone with magical powers. I spent a few weeks licking my wounds, afterwards. Not to mention licking myself clean.

Cat. A cat. A witch turned me into a cat.

Still coughing up occasional hairballs...

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how wicked awesome Halloween is?

You know that scene in American Beauty with the girl and the rose petals and the sexy whimsy or whatever?

Yeah. That's me. But with peanut butter cups and twix bars.


Ughhhnnnffff.

Okay, where can I find some pumpkins? There's still over a week till Halloween and every place I've gone has none left. Lian wants to carve pumpkins this weekend, which I'm all for, but can't find any.

Working with a company that actually respects me and my work, and even having time to work on my own projects, is nice. Seems like I loved it so much I sort of turned out everything for awhile. Sorry, all! Its been a good month so far, and I am definitely not complaining.

My therapist was shocked I hadn't done much other than be with my fiance and work, though, and told me I need to get out more, so... ah, hello, all, again! Name's Zach Jupiter.

(ooc: slightly nsfw in comments)

Firstly, Uncle John, avert your eyes.

Secondly, to all the lads I've ever shagged, especially the one that just left my flat:

In the slightly anglicized version of Louis C.K.'s most recent special: If I try to "cuddle" after shagging, it's not because I'm needy. It's because I'm bloody gagging for it! You think it's needy because you've done your business, et cetera, but I have gotten bugger all out of this experience!

It's like the man says. Trust me, when you shag me good and proper? I'll leave you alone.

Oh, just watch the clip. It's all true.

My new favorite food: Rocky Road ice cream with bacon bits.

Crap! Crap! Crap!

I think I told my friend that I liked her last night. I can't really remember. We went to our first college party last night and we were drinking and I think I told her I liked her. We've been friends for years and I don't want to screw that up cause she probably doesn't like me like that. Crap! I mean, she might have read it in my mind when she could do that. How do I even find out in case I didn't?

I'm just gonna hide here under my blankets until this headache goes away.

So I've been pretty good lately, well I've been trying. I may have spent double the gross national product of a small African nation on shoes yesterday but that's actually an improvement for me. But over all, I've been good, mainly on the phone with Hubby trying to convince him to come visit me for Christmas. So you'd think the universe or whatever would be happy and reward me with positive karma or whatever, right?

Well, I found a pig in my swimming pool this evening. Seriously. I'm not kidding. There was a pig taking a moon-lit swim in my pool. I have no idea where he came from, probably a neighbor's pet or something but no one has claimed him yet.

I'm taking this as a sign that I need to get out more. That and maybe a pet pig really wouldn't be that weird, I mean, he's pink which means he matches about eighty percent of what I own anyway. And he really is cute.

First dates are absolutely hellish and I hope I never go on such a terrible one ever, ever again. I think I know everything about this woman's cats and the cats' bowel habits.

At the urging of friends and co-workers, I've finally joined the absolutely terrifying world of internet dating.

This can't possibly work. Thus far it's people being creepy or desperate.

Allora. Valarnet, please consider this my call for patients. While most of my time is taken up by my work at UCLA, I do see patients three days a week. It is a welcome respite from my clinical duties.

The only stumbling block for some is that I cannot prescribe. Under your laws, only psychiatrists may give medicines, while I am a psychologist. If this does not trouble you, and you wish for someone to talk to, please contact me.

Really, I wish people would stop blathering on about how Miley Cyrus is going to end the world with her bottom. Though I suppose this is because I know what certain photographers have incredibly tawdry photos Carly Rae Jepsen.

Hello lovelies! I'm Angel and I'm new to the area. Can I just say that I absolutely love SoCal? Because I do! I love everything about it! I should have moved here ages ago. Anyway, I'm taking the month off to enjoy absolutely everything I can in Orange County, and to go to cousin Zachary's wedding later this month.

Also, hi Zachary! I figured online was the best way to get in touch with you. We're going to be like neighbors now, isn't that fun? You should come over sometime, we can do some cousiny-bonding things, whatever they are. Oh, and bring Tessa, I want to meet her, my brothers are betting that she isn't real and I would so love to take them to the cleaners!

Anyway, anybody know where a woman can get an awesome piña colada in this county?

So, 21 doesn't feel all that different from 20. Except now I feel older. More mature. Like I'm finally growing up. Does or did anyone else feel that way when they reached a certain age? Almost like this was a rite of passage rather than a mere birthday.

Gosh, I'm sounding all deep and thoughtful. Crazy, I know.

Anyway, back to work. Not quite half-way through filming, and this thing is already coming together wonderfully! I'm super excited for you guys to see it!