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I think I had too much to drink last night. Really strange dreams. That's easier to talk about than

I was at a weird School in Scotlaand (thanks, Oliver for infiltrating my subconscious) where they put a talking hat on my head. There was magic everywhere, and I went to sit at the Hufflepuff table. Hufflepuff. What a weird word.

IT'S SNOWING!!! Not that you need me to point that out... Mum thought I was delusional when I said it was snowing outside. I kind of thought I was too. And people say wishing on stars doesn't work!

My Christmas is complete now that it's snowing.

Let me be the first to say, I HATE cold and flu season. Mum's soup is brilliant but I have things to do, like shopping, instead of being all stuffed up and headache-ish. I also am going shopping tomorrow too. Maybe people will avoid the sneezing awesomeness that I am because they think I'm contagious and I will get done that much sooner.

Parents do your children a favor and don't homeschool them! My mum, who I love very much, is worse than any school teacher. I sat through production meetings, wardrobe fittings and had a scene to shoot today. It is unreasonable to ask for a day off from schooling? It's not like I wouldn't eventually do the work.

I always tend to forget how quickly time passes between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'm running out of time to get all the holiday shopping done-- I suppose I had better work on that.

Although I do kind of hate shopping -- it's just too late to order things online and get them in time.

Consider this the start of my anti-Skeeter campaign. I am tired of the rubbish that she writes, especially about my brother and his girlfriend. I would be booking a very long vacation if I were them. So how about you all worry about your own relationships as much as you do everyone else's? Might find you actually have a more successful one.

That being said, I am fielding suggestions too. There has to be some way to get even stop this. Gossip is one thing but she's crossed the line this time even for her.

I solemnly swear I will not buy my brothers any gag gifts this year or anything that will embarrass them. I will be a good sister and by them appropriately boring things they would expect like scarves, sweaters, and books they can use as doorstops.

As for the rest of you, I make no such promises.

I was turned to stone. Petrified by a basilisk. The one from the Chamber of Secrets.

And someone was texting my yesterday, claiming to be dreaming about me.

AND I met the real life Draco Malfoy.

Am I going insane?

Harry Potter, you amuse me. I thought I would share that with you.

I mean who stands there, covered in blood and wielding a silver sword, and just stands there nonchalant when confronted with the fact that they just saved someone? My family is all tears and hugs and won't let me go... Then there is Harry. I find I rather wish I could go to Hogwarts. Not to be possessed by some dark wizard but for the adventure of it all.

( Private to Hermione )

I was the cat lady again. The polyjuice potion backfired, aand I had to spend time in the hospital wing to have the fur removed. Not the best way to spend the Christmas Holidays.

I've never really understood the appeal of larger than life Valentine's day greetings. There were Dwarves in my dream dressed as Cupids. Bizarre, right?

Well, now it's a waiting game for a few weeks to find out what bowl game we're in. Until then, I'm finally free and open, no weeks of studying or film study. I feel like I have no idea what's happening in the world.

Some lovely flowers were delivered to my shop today!
Unfortunately, they were not for me.

AM I NOT SUPERB? DO I NOT DESERVE FLOWERS? AM I NOT SHAKING MY FIST AT THE HEAVENS FOR NOT BEING WELL LOVED ENOUGH?

WEASLEYS! HONORARY WEASLEYS AND PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE THAT KNOWS BILL!

Lets have a birthday party Thursday night to celebrate! I'll get the cake, well mum will, and the rest of you bring the presents. No this isn't a surprise party either. My brother is getting old, he can't handle surprises as much any more. We won't risk giving him a heart attack.

What do you lot say?

No Bill, you don't have a choice in the matter. You are actually home for your birthday this time so we should celebrate!

The worst thing about ordering things online is the wait. OH GOD THE WAIT. C'mon new computer parts, get here already! Curse the postal services for not running on weekends!

I miss instant gratification. But it's so tedious to go shopping in a real store. Especially at this time of year.

CAN'T BREATHE.

Talk awfully about Black Friday all you want -- this is the most fun I've had since last year.

Then again, I'm not shopping. But you could be! We've still got three hours to go!

I dreamed about classes at Hogwarts last night. Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, Trelawney, Hooch... I learned to fly on a broomstick, to levitate things and to make potions.

Then when I woke up this morning, I found my wand in my coat pocket.

This is getting WEIRD.

I figured out who Gilderoy Lockhart is. He's a dreamboat And I learned how to deal with Cornish Pixies and Mandrakes.

I also learned what the term 'mudblood' means. Thank you for sticking up for me, Ron. These dreams are getting more and more interesting as time goes on.

I just wish I knew where

I didn't give it a thought before but we should have done a Thanksgiving flash mob. Maybe at Christmas time? What do you all say?

I know the invite is assumed but the extended family is welcome to come to dinner too. It's a four sharp. This means the Potters, Tonks and Hermione. I am setting your places so you better be there or at least let me down gently if you're not coming.

Anyone else that needs a place to go too can come. I will tell my mum you're a long lost friend or something.

Weasleys! Where are you hiding?

Yes, it's that time of year again and I've been roped into helping mum with Thanksgiving dinner. I'm supposed to ask you all if you're coming but we all know that means you better be there and on time. Is there anything specific you lot would like, outside the usual things?

I expect you all to relieve me of dish duty too since I am going to be helping with the cooking.

The phone has rang seven times in the last hour. I've hung up on all seven of them too. Yes, I know it's election day and if you ask me it's pretty tactless to call and harass people for votes. Besides, you would think the British accent would be enough to deter them. I don't even sound like I'm eligible to vote.

Boy, I had the strangest dream last night. Now I know what you all mean when you talk about vivid dreams. I was shopping in a strange place, buying supplies from a list. Things like parchment, quills, potions supplies... a cauldron. I think being a witch over Halloween really got to me.

I'm told writing can be therapeutic. Sounds like a load of bollocks to me, but doctor's orders so I'll buy into it for now.

Since my dominate arm will be out of commission for nearly a month following next week's surgery, I've decided to take up a blog. I can peck out the keys well enough with a finger but I can't write with my left hand to save my life. Actually, come to mention it, I can't do anything with my left except stop a football but there wont be any of that for a while yet. And apparently, my musings need to be legible so I can "reread and reflect". Mental and physical therapy together for the next six months. That's a long time to discover untapped left-armed potentials.

If all goes according to plan, I should be back on the pitch by the start of next season. Mid, if there are PT setbacks. I can't bring myself to think on any other scenario, but Dr. Snell says anything is possible.

Dr. Andrews, the madman with the scalpel, has explained as much to me about the surgery as I care to know. The shoulder isn't like a knee. There's 360 degrees of rotation in a shoulder, only 90 in a knee. And in my shoulder, there's no articular cartilage left. Biceps tendon's detached from the bone. Three separate pieces just ripped clean off. And that doesn't include the scar tissue from the bodged surgery in London, or the atrophied muscles. Dr. Andrews says he's going to try and repair my collar bone in the process, but it's secondary to the joint. Honestly, I'm surprised the club is willing to sponsor this sort of rehabilitation. The odds aren't in my favour.

But I'm determined to stay positive! Hope Solo could handle it, the minx. Why not me?

So on that note...

Hello blog. This is Oliver Wood, documenting the road to recovery. Doctor's orders.

Apparently the dream me likes bugs a whole lot more than I do. At least, little, furry, rapidly multiplying bug-type creatures. A lot like Tribbles, actually. Sorry, Pinkie, we should have listened to you from the start. I learned an important lesson about friendship from my dream. Hey, isn't that the point?

Back to work again now after the Daylight Savings Change. I wish I could sleep a bit better.

I had another one of those incredible dreams yesterday evening. My family and I were still living in England, and my father won the lottery. It was paid not in pounds, but in gold, and he used to money to visit my brother Bill, who was working abroad in Egypt. He was a sort of archeologist, but he called himself a 'curse breaker', who worked with Goblins if you can imagine. In any case, Bill took us all on tour to see the pyramids, the Sphinx and down into ancient tombs that would not be accessible to the ordinary public. The marketplace was amazing, and I purchased a fez, which I proudly wore. Fred and George were monsters, but I shouldn't mention that, should I?

I've never considered a trip to Egypt before, but this dream made me feel as though I'd actually been. Now I wish I could actually go there.

On another note, if you enjoy live theater, may I recommend Teatro ZinZanni, playing at the Segerstrom Center for the Arts. It's Cirque du Soleil meets cabaret meets dinner theater. Highly entertaining. I should add that the meal was also very well done. I went Saturday night with my friend, Margaery and we both had a lovely time.

I can't help but feel that I've just taken part of some mass hysteria. I don't know what came over me.

I'm not excluding the possibility of hallucinogens being introduced.

Sleepless nights are good for nothing but staring at your ceiling wondering why you can't sleep. No, it's not dreams keeping me awake.

Did the entire Valarnet go all Crazytown, or what?

Is it something in the candy corn? Damn it, that's my favorite Halloween Candy. I guess I'll eat the little pumpkins instead.

I find it funny people keep telling me that I should be careful of wolves. It must be a euphemism for something like big bad people. Good think I know plenty of people that are more than capable of looking out for me. I doubt the forest or the city is full of wolves, what do you think?

So I've managed to cook for my boyfriend twice now and he's still alive (and even enjoyed it I think), I've got a steady stream of jobs for the next month and, thanks to some amazing help, have found, Remus and I, Halloween costumes (if he likes them of course).

These are all good things, so why do I feel like impending doom is round the corner?

Halloween is next week, well parties start this weekend, and I have not a clue what to wear. At all. Someone wants to help me and give me ideas. Nothing too scary! Zombies filled my quota for scary for the year.

I dreamed a full year in my sleep last night. I woke up this morning so incredibly groggy. I'm glad I'm not eleven years old, though. Even if someone paid me, I wouldn't want to go back and re-live those days.

I know a bit more about my dream world now, though. All the lessons and whatnot. I'm not afraid of my wand anymore.

Let's file all of that away in the "things I never thought I'd say" folder.

I think I've met the woman of my dreams... in my dream.


[Private to Ginny]

As ridiculous as this may sound, have you ever dreamed you were attending a school for magic?

Bill! See, I told you, you were hot. Even this Kirk guy couldn't resist you. Will you share your secret with me?

For the record, Lindsay Lohan wishes her hair was as pretty as mine. Our red hair is about all we have in common but that's not an issue since she went over to the dark side and became a blonde. I don't plan on checking into rehab either. It's SO overrated not matter how many stars think it's cool.

And why in the world is it okay for guys to have sex but if a girl does it's some big scandal? Even if I was sleeping with him why should it be news worthy? People have sex all the time. Even celebrities.

If Skeeter is going to write her lies about your life, there isn't much you can do about it. At least from a legal point of view.

But doing something on purpose just to incise her poison pen for shits and giggles? There is no excuse. It shows no respect for your name, reputation or for those close to you who must suffer through the indignity.

Now I understand what the big to-do is about dreams. I had a pair of particularly vivid ones last night, involving my family. It was disturbing. I was there, but it really wasn't me. Some fantasy version of myself.

My analyst says that my parallels what I am going through in my waking life, and that I'm seeing myself in an idealistic setting created by my subconscious, indicating an inner turmoil.

I'm starting a petition to ask that the city of Irvine let me paint a Iron Man mural under the Sand Canyon overpass bridge. If that sounds like something you'd like to see, please sign here!

I should also point out that I do murals for the home and business. If anyone wants one I can set up a meeting to go over my portfolio. My prices are very reasonable!

Just a reminder that this Saturday night we'll be doing the zombie flash mob thing at the park. I figured that it would be easier if we do it before Halloween so we don't impose any any Halloween plans people may have. This is all your official notice before I post the instructions later in the week.

PS. I'm a little disheartened I didn't get a mention in Rita's circus. Must mean I'm losing my touch. I will have to remedy that. Don't worry it'll be positively spun into something that will make my mum cringe I'm sure.

I hate that Skeeter woman.

I got this rental while my car is in the shop and it's called an Avenger. How cool is that? I kind of feel like a badass in it. It drives like a boat though. I like my little Mazda. It handles so much better than this thing.

Is it too corny to wear a flower in your breast pocket to a job interview for a flower shop? I almost always wear flowers so it's not like it's abnormal for me, but they don't know that.

Oh my gosh! I pet a stray kitty outside work today and when I got home, it was like Zora thought I was cheating on her! She hissed and spat and ran away from me. I swear, it was the pet equivalent of I SMELL ANOTHER MAN ON YOU WHERE WERE YOU YOU WHORE THIS MARRIAGE IS OVER and now I feel bad.

I'm kind of surprised that there weren't pictures of celebrities without make-up or 'hey look, some chicks actually have fat on their bodies. for shame'. That's all I seem to see when I go to the grocery store and look at the magazines. Don't people have anything better to do?

Anyone know where there might be a place to buy a costume that isn't some slutty version of something?

Oh look! Skeeter wrote about me, does that make me important now? Because really I am sure the rest of you have nothing better to do than worry about what or who I do with my life. Passionate affairs are not quite as fun if they aren't part secret.

Is it true or not? Well, I'll leave that up to decide. If I answer for sure it would take away the mystery and therefore all the fun with it.

Never before have I been so utterly glad to be boring. I've been mentioned in periodicals before for my work, but that's all. My name remains blessedly unknown.

Celebrities, you have my sympathy and my respect for the asinine meddling you deal with upon a daily basis.

I finally got my kitty to stay still for a picture! She's gorgeous, and anyone who says otherwise, I'll pout at you and tickle you until you agree. Darn it.

So my new show hits television this week (Wednesday to be exact) and I have to say I am a little nervous to see how it is received. I mean there are a lot of people that know me from my supporting role on the other show but this is different... I'm the star. There sure were plenty of fans at my last photo op and that was kind of amazing.

The new show is called Privileged. I know what you are thinking and yes there is all the drama that goes on at snotty all girl schools but there is a lot more too it. I promise it isn't all girls being knocked up and whining about guys. My character, Madeline, is a part of the equestrian team and part of a not so nice clique of girls that like to play games on their classmates and each other. Certainly twisted. I won't say any more so I don't give it all away.

In other news, I'm still working on mum letting me get a dog.

I have a coworker who's been taking classes to do new things. She was raving about belly dancing and archery last week. I was thinking of following her example, but I'm not entirely sure where to begin. Suggestions?

Also, what is everyone doing for Halloween?

[Club TARDIS]
Anyone fancy doing something new with me?

[Doctor (Ten Who)]
Be reasonable with your suggestions.

Boy, that was a strange one. I was transfigured into a cat/human hybrid by a potion that I'd cooked for a fortnight in a haunted bathroom. I remember the whiskers as clearly as if it happened yesterday. I spent most of the time hiding in a bathroom stall, but then went to the hospital wing with Harry and Ron.

For the cleverest witch in our year, as some have called me, I sure wasn't smart when it came to telling the difference between cat hair and human hair.

Up with the sun again. This is getting to be routine.

Though, I'm on quite a bit less sleep now than before, and I'm not headed in to work today. Just couldn't sleep.

Does anyone else have dreams while napping, not just while sleeping overnight? Also, does anyone else have dreams that feel like they're not finished?

I don't know what's gonna happen after this dream. It's a bit scary. Not like the last one.