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Can someone tell me what it means when someone has 'classic lines'? 'Cause this lady saw me on campus the other day and spent half an hour begging me to come pose for her drawing class because I had "such beautiful classic lines". I gave her my number just to get her to go away and she hasn't stopped calling me all weekend, so I guess you could say it's been a poseitively weird time for the last few days.

How's everyone else's long weekend goin'? And would anyone else with 'classic lines' like to pose for this lady so she'll maybe leave me alone?

I've been debating whether or not to step back from the day to day operations for Taste of Home and just come in a few days a week instead of 16 hour days. Pretty sure I've burned myself out a bit over the last few years. It's not like I need to bust ass to make sure it stays open, we're thriving.

But I can't exactly manage to do more than step outside the door for more than a few hours before I find myself back in the kitchen.

I'm utterly hopeless. Someone come lock me away for a few weeks somewhere. Until then:



Apple pies and Apple Pies in Apples are now happening.

And here I make my first post on this cesspool of a website as a married man. Quite exciting, no? Thanks to those who came out to the Roger and surrounding private beach last night - we didn't finish our raucous until the wee morning hours, in fact. It was nice to see friends and family who were both here already and those who returned to celebrate with us. The pictures are still a work in progress but I'll show one of the unprofessional variety.

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I'm either quite glad to be married or out of the ceremony clothes, or my bum just got grabbed again.

But at any rate, Regina and I will leave for our honeymoon in a week or so. When we return, I'd like to get cracking with a new temporary assistant at JR Investigations, so, if you're interested in PI work give me a shout. Perhaps if things work out it can become permanent - business is booming, after all.

Hello everyone. The whole social media concept is still a bit new to me. However, I have been in the area for almost a month and haven’t met all that many people. I figured this might be a good way to start.

I’m Vincent. Just moved here from France. I will be teaching Philosophy at UC Irvine this coming semester, but I am also looking for a non profit to volunteer for. Disadvantaged youth is my area of expertise and passion if any of you can recommend some that are looking for help.

Part of me feels like we shouldn't even be surprised anymore when this stuff happens. We live in a vortex of weird or something.

Oh, right, this thing does exist, doesn't it? It's been a minute since I've posted. Killian and I are wrapping the last of the wedding details and got some photos back from our engagement photoshoot - it wasn't anything terribly sappy like looking into each other's eyes with a sunset backdrop, no. The spoofs/gag reel of it was entertaining, and this one brings me back to the eighties. I'll never make that face in my life again.

My dreams have finished but aren't forever done, I don't think. My Evil Queen counterpart of my dream counterpart (confusing, yes, I'm aware) became her own person and frolicked off with an evil version of Robin Hood with a ring on her finger. I'm forever stuck with my now magic less sister whose...still in the picture, not entirely sure how but she is. Overall, I'll just enjoy whatever break I have between that round of dreams and the new ones. Weddings, first baby birthdays, all those exciting milestones.

I'll be trying out this Apprentice's Wand for a very distanced trip soon. If it can transport us to realms in one piece then I'm confident it can make it to Spain. Here's hoping it doesn't hiccup and drop is on Oz or Wonderland, that'd be our luck.

I haven't made it to the County Fair once yet and it's only here until Sunday. I will be making it there before it leaves. I haven't been to it in a few years and when I was little we went every year. Has anyone gone this year?

You know, aside from having a Facebook that I use mostly to look at car pictures, I can't say I've ever used one of these social media things. One of my coworkers pointed me here after my babysitter bailed last minute and I had to bring my kid brother into work with me.

So, guess I should introduce myself. Name's Leon, 24, and I'm single, ladies. I like surfing, football, basketball, baseball, cars, and locking up criminals.

Oh, and I'm looking for a cheap (like, really cheap. Not that I'm broke or anything. I could still take a girl out for a nice dinner), reliable babysitter who can watch a kid during strange hours until the end of the month.

How many copies of me does the world need? Seriously.

My Dreams are nuts.

I think it's time to start considering daycare for Mareena during the day. There are things I need to do with the club in the moring hours before we open at night, plus helping her learn to socialize with other children--well---babies--can't be the worst thing int he world.

Do any parents have recommendations?

Minako I swear if this place isn't as entertaining as you told me I am never going to forgive you. No. I'll totally forgive you. But you'll have to go to the book store with me and stay as long as I want without making a single comment about the books I look at.

And then buy me froyo.

I should probably introduce myself on here huh? I'm Alice Liddell.

Why does Siri know the words Bohemian Rhapsody, but she can't tell me how to get to Sesame Street?

Seriously, tell Siri "I see a little silhouette of a man" and listen to what she says.

Then ask her how you get to Sesame Street and she'll send you to South Africa or something.

Hard to believe that in exactly a month, I'll be married. If you'd asked me whether or not I thought I'd be here about three years ago, I'd have laughed wholeheartedly. Ah, how things change. But at least for this wedding (unlike in my dreamland - plus that wedding was officiated by Jiminy Cricket and interrupted by a curse or something, what else is new), it'll happily involve my very first love. The ocean, and my ship. The Roger's all ready to go to host a gathering and most are invited provided that you don't act like a twat. Or try to curse us because I will bloody well kill you.

Our daughter's also turning one a week later, so while we'll spend our wedding night someplace fun the trip to Spain won't come until after we've celebrated with her and friends. She's already got an outfit but she needs a wee cake to smash, I presume. Something not with baby fondant, if anyone's got suggestions.

Hi, everyone! My name is Billy Batson and I work at a local radio station as a gopher. Apparently, the last kid who did that was on this, a few years back so, they thought this was like, something I should do. I'm an Orange local and mostly work, go to school and volunteer around town.

This network looks pretty cool.

I think I would have to move if I came home and their was a giant spider on my door.

They named it Aragog.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

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I need some serious help baby proofing my house now that Mareena is crawling. She's growing up too fast for my liking.

Perhaps I'm alone in this, but I don't exactly understand the hype over Shark Week. I mean, I can't deny that sharks are fascinating creatures, but why dedicate an entire week to them? I've never really understood it.

Was anyone else a little disappointed that Michael Phelps didn't actually race a shark? I had a feeling they wouldn't actually be able to do it, but I was still hopeful.

I had the strangest dream last night. I was a child, but I could make ice and snow. Anna and I would play together. It could be the hottest summer and it didn't matter, we could always go sledding.

Life goals: Get to SDCC before I die. Anyone else wish they could go?

So, on my way home from school today, I slipped on some ice like a block away from the house and somehow managed to twist my ankle. I'm obviously not used to walking on ice. I've had it elevated with an ice pack most of the afternoon, which makes it difficult to do quite a few things. I'm hoping the swelling goes down by tomorrow, so I can go to school and won't have to go to the hospital.

I thought that it wasn't supposed to snow in California. Having moved here from New Orleans, I'm not prepared for snow at all. I don't actually have a winter jacket. Not a heavy one anyway. This is incredibly bizarre, but kind of cool too, because I've only seen real snow less than a handful of times.

I've spent the weekend helping my mom decorate for Christmas. So much for my plan to get some studying done. Hopefully I can pass my classes. Oh well, at least her place looks amazing and I am officially excited for Christmas!

Last night I had a really freaky dream. And I don't mean the "bunnies in tutus because I thought In n Out at 2am was a good idea" kind of freaky. More like the me being a little kid again and being told I had cancer.

Seriously, brain? What the hell?

I had another dream last night. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a witch doing a spell to try and hurt Marcel and some other vampires cause I could feel it. Whatever caused me to know when a witch was doing a spell, it caused me to draw their picture, which was how we knew exactly who it was. I was worried about Marcel though cause I didn't know what had happened after I couldn't feel the witch anymore, but Marcel came back while I was leaning over Elijah's coffin and Marcel told me that he was going to give Elijah back to Klaus, but I refused to let him. I didn't want to let him give Elijah back until I knew how to kill the Old Ones, which is what I called them.

Before, it was Marcel that I didn't like in the dreams, but after this one, I don't like my dream self. I'm so full of hate, I could never be like that in real life.

I may have adopted a kitten over the weekend and he is adorable! His name is Oreo.

Hi, Valarnet. My name is Hazel Grace Lancaster, but you can just call me Hazel. I've heard this is THE place to be on the Interwebs, so here I am.

wow, that was lame

Are there any other book lovers on here? I am completely obsessed with post-apocalyptic fiction right now. I don't know what it is about that genre that has sucked me in, but I think it's really interesting to see all the different versions of the future. So many of them are realistic in the sense that you can see it really happening. I guess it makes me wonder what the world will really be like 150 years from now. I know I won't be around to see it and that's kind of sad, but I still like trying to imagine it.

I'm glad that whatever is going on didn't affect me. I don't think ending up stuck to another person would be easy to explain to Marcel, especially if it was a boy.

Okay, so, I've been going through the Valar archives but I haven't found this yet, so I'm hoping to crowdsource.

Has anyone who has memories/dreams of being possessed--by anything; a demon, a spirit, whatever--also been possessed by that same demon/spirit in this universe? Is that possible?

Mom's going out of town for the weekend.

I'm sure you can figure out what that means.

[OOC: Feel free to assume!]

I finally had another dream. As a result of the ritual that almost killed me, I could feel the power of all the witches in New Orleans, so Marcel was using me to keep tabs on the other witches. If anyone did magic, I knew about it. An old friend of Marcel's came back to New Orleans too and he made a bargain with Marcel and we ended up with his brother, daggered in a coffin for me to keep an eye on. Marcel's friend's sister showed up after, with Marcel, but I erased her memory of where we were.

I'm not sure how I feel about these dreams. I didn't like the first few and now I like this one even less. I don't like thinking of Marcel acting like that. He's not like that in real life.

Well, crap. Parents decided it's an awesome idea to fly down from Alaska before the semester starts to 'see how I'm doing.' It's code for them trying at another round of convincing me to either join the military or med school.

On a side note, I wish I could have a cat and put a dragon costume on it.

Strangely enough, I find that the more violent and disturbing my dreams become, the more I turn to my kitchen for comfort.

Not comfort eating, exactly, but comfort cooking. I prepare elaborate meals at three in the morning, only to pick at a bite or two before disposing of it and returning to bed. Such a waste of good food, but I've never been a fan of left-overs.

Perhaps I should channel my energies into a dinner party.

So... okay. People have weird, physical things from the dreams, right? Not just things that show up, but... deformities? No, that's wrong. physical changes to a person's body? Because I woke up with wings. And Pixie Dust.

I had a really long dream last night. One of my former fairy friends showed me that she knew how to manipulate pixie dust, but she got yelled at by Fairy Gary (who was a bit of a dick, btw.) and then she went off. Like, a year later she showed up again, stole dust, changed my talent and did all kinds of weird stuff. Then there was a pirate ship and... Captain Hook. He was the Fairy, Zarina's, first mate. But it turns out he was using her, so I had to save her and then we stole back the dust, and convinced her to come home with us.

Long dream. And I woke up with ... I woke up with wings.

I've been thinking about the dreams and reading what everyone has written about their own dreams and I was wondering who else dreams about being a witch or can do magic in their dreams? I don't really know much about what kind of witch I am in my dreams except that I was in a coven that tried to sacrifice me. What I'm really curious about though is if I'll eventually become a witch. I think it'd be kind of cool to be able to do magic.

I've also been thinking about what a few people said in my last post and was wondering if anyone knew if there were any book clubs around. Or if anyone was interested in starting one.

Well my friends, since my family is originally from France, around here we celebrate Bastille Day as well as the Fourth of July :)!

So my parents have allowed me to host a party tomorrow, for all my friends here on the network! Anyone who'd like to come can come, so long as you wear your party best!

It will be at [address], tomorrow night starting at 7pm. Food and drinks provided.

Even General LaMarque is dressing up, though I haven't decided which outfit to put him in, yet. What do you all think?

It looks like I have a job.

It's almost the middle of July and I haven't really done anything this summer. I've hung out with Henrik a few times, but other than that I've just been going to my art classes and coming home. It gets lonely, especially with Marcel at work during the day. I need something else to do. And some friends.

After making crowns for myself and Courfeyrac, I decided they were far too pretty not to make a few more! Though instead of crowns and tiaras like I did for me, I decided to make them a little more simple, for those of you who don't want a full head of flowers.

I'm really very pleased with how they all turned out. And such fun to make! I wear my tiara to class all the time!

I ended up making four, so first come first serve. Who would like a flower headband :)?

Now that school is over, I'm kind of bored. I mean, I still have my other art classes, but other than that, I'm not really sure what to do around here. I don't drive, but I asked Marcel if I could get my permit soon, so I don't really have my own form of transportation and this area is a lot different than New Orleans.

Then there's the dreams that have been repeating. Actually, it's just been the ritual part, which is more like a nightmare. I feel so bad for those other girls. I know they're not real, but I can't help it.

I think I had those dreams everyone keeps talking about. I mean, I'm not really sure. They were kind of like my real life, but really different at the same time. I grew up in the French Quarter, but I was a witch. There was some ritual where me and three other girls were going to be sacrificed, but we would be resurrected, but it turned out that the Elders lied and I was the only one who survived. Marcel was there too and he saved me and hid me. I was apparently so powerful and so angry at the witches for using us that I was able to sense whenever the coven was doing magic. It was strange, but kind of cool too.

I'm really confused about what's going on. People are talking about changing genders, but how is that possible? Is this all one big late April Fool's joke or something?

I have no idea why Enjolras thought it would be a good idea to sign me up without asking to volunteer at some bookstore. There's really only one appropriate reaction, though.

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I can't believe I'm going to the prom tomorrow. I hadn't been expecting to go since I still don't really have many friends or anyone that I hang out with from school, but I wasn't going to decline the invitation. Marcel bought me a beautiful dress. I need to figure out where to get my hair done tomorrow though. I'm in Laguna Beach, so does anyone know of any place good?

Saturday was crafts night over at my house, since all the kids had to make mother's day cards. I also tried to teach them to make pancakes to they could cook breakfast for their moms, but only one or two of the oldest really got the flipping down. All the feedback I'm getting is "Well they tried, anyway" so I'm assuming cold cereal was had all around.

Other than that, I've vacuumed every day since then and given Thor about three baths, but I'm still finding glitter friggin' everywhere.

Thor isn't sure what he's done wrong to deserve so many baths. He's upset with me right now.

Am I weird for wanting to go back to high school?

Come to Baxter Bakery for sandwiches this week! We just purchased a third panini press, and can make more sandwiches than ever! Half-price sandwiches if you order a Sparkling Latte. Just mention Valarnet for special pricing on sandwiches, cookies and espresso drinks!

We'll be doing a school supplies drive all summer. Bring in unused school supplies to donate, and Baxter Bakery will be putting together backpacks filled with supplies for Foster Kids in our area. Ask for Audrey if you need a donations accepted list, or other details!

I almost got Troll-Married in my dreams last night. Gosh, I was so cold. If you think trolls look like this, you're sorely mistaken. They're actually quite pleasant. When they roll up they look just like small boulders.

And they're a bit pushy. Love the romance thing. And they sing. What is it with the singing in my dreams?

Oh my god! We're gonna have to sketch nude models in my art class. I can't...how can I do that? I'm gonna turn so red and not be able to look at the models; especially if they're men. Oh my god, this is gonna be so embarrassing.

My friend James Carstairs was taken into hospital last night. I don't know how bad it truely is and the doctors didn't seem to either, but he was feverish and hallucinating and they don't know why. At least they didn't when they eventually kicked me out this afternoon. I know he would appreciate visits and support from his friends, so please drop by and see him.

I'm going to try and sleep now then head back in the morning.