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I could do with roughly 70% less excitement if that's okay with everyone. Seriously, we've been full-tilt for a few months it seems.

No more sickness or other stuff for at least a month or two, okay? Okay.

Finally out of the hospital. It feels really, really great to just be walking around.

But really, I think the first thing I'm going to do is take a shower in my own apartment. It's been entirely too long.

I love the smell of my own perfume. Maybe that's why I wear it? But it's bad. I'm pretty sure it's unnatural how much I love my own perfume.

Even in my dreams I've killed people. Though maybe this is all some kind of weird flu hysteria or something. Delusions. How do you tell the difference if you feel like you've got a high fever and dying? Shit, I don't even know.

I am so bored of being stuck in here. I just want to get the fuck out of this house.

This inhaler shit better work.

I feel a bit guilty knowing that so many people are sick and I'm not. I'm really sorry, guys. I wish there was more I could do.

Stuck at Irvine General just like half this message board, I take it. Cas, you really can stop coming in and poking my forehead. Seriously, man.

I wish they'd give my bed to someone who's more sick than I am. I feel bad taking up space here when I could be home. The inhaler has been enough to keep me breathing.

Private Message to Tonks
Are you all right?

Now I know the fever and coughing is catching up with me. I dreamed last night about going to a formal ball. Wearing a formal gown and everything. I think I even had a tiara. Ugh.

This is so ridiculous. I'm not that girl. That girl is someone completely different.

Just more proof that these dreams are just... insanity.

I want to go home. Hospitals suck and they are freezing cold. I am not even feeling any better.

How is this even fair that I am getting sick again? I just got over the flu, two weeks ago. Mum better make enough soup for two. Both me and the elephant on my chest.

I think I drunk dialed my grandparents last night...

And my aunt.

And most of my contacts who weren't already making cookies.

Jolllly, darling, do you remember what possessed me to decorate gingerbread with american cheez whiz?

Because ew.

Does anyone have extra strength Tylenol? I don't recall the last time I had a hangover this bad. What exactly happened last night?

There are nights when you realize, despite your most morbid curiousity, you just should keep from asking questions if you know what is actually good for you.

Slightly burnt, but still delicious squirrel cookies in red, white and blue is one of those mysteries that I never REALLY want to understand isn't it? I'm not complaining really. There's also plenty of espresso here so I'm content enough.

Although if that's the case, why do I still WANT to ask my giggling friends for details?

Someone please send help?

Last night, a variation of two of the dreams I've had, that first one, and the most recent one, kinda melded all together in my head and gave me, maybe not more details but more context. More disturbing context.

Batman guy? If you're still around the way you were this summer? I really don't have any intentions of 'becoming the villian' and shooting you, at random people, or putting them in hostage situations. I don't know what kind of level of fucked up I am in those dreams but they're just dreams, right?

I mean...I can't think of any good reason something like would happen in my sane and rational real life as real as the dreams seem. People just aren't like that, right? Nobody becomes the villain as easily as I said. I mean it's screwed up and there have to be complexities I'm missing but they're not the complexities of here, I'm pretty sure.

It...that's not justice. I couldn't DO that. I don't hate myself because it hasn't happened yet, but I sort of despise dream me for having what looked like everything and succumbing I guess? I'm so confused by what I've gotten so far. I also woke up around four after the second time around with that second dream, where my face was half destroyed and I was insane so I'm tired and really not thinking clearly. I tend to avoid the heavy stuff here for the most part, but...really. I don't get this at all, and seeing what I might become on top of that is kind of baffling and worrying.

How do you people avoid becoming what you see there, if that happens?

I scheduled my driving test for next week! It is finally time to swap my bus pass for a drivers license. I don't usually mind taking the bus but you meet some odd, creepy, and perverted people. It's actually safer to drive myself every where despite my mum's concern I'll get in an accident.

Do people actually shop the after Christmas sales? Don't you get enough of shopping before Christmas? Then again I guess they take advantage of the fact people get money/gift cards for Christmas and the need to spend them.

New Years, well that's one holiday I don't mind. Parties without the obligation of a gift can be fun.

Does anyone else have random, late-night cravings?? I've got a completely bizarre craving for goat cheese. Spread on crackers or tossed in a salad... doesn't matter. I'm just dying for the creamy, cheesy goodness. I could eat it by the spoonful, I swear.

Am I the only one? I bet that makes me a bit mad.

I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Isn't that remarkable? Southern California having a White Christmas.

I hope it's a very merry one for all.

Getting a call from a philanthropic foundation, and a new job on Christmas Eve? Now that's an amazing Christmas present.

I officially live in a gingerbread house! There is gingerbread everywhere which calls for tons of candy! I have sprinkles, colored frosting, licorice, gummy bears, and every other possible candy to decorate my gingerbread house with. I think this calls for a decorating contest though I never quite figured out how people make their gingerbread houses look so cool mine always look childish.

Okay guys and gals, lets be honest here a moment, how many people buy themselves a present too while they're shopping for everyone else? Me, personally, I am splurging and ordered my Christmas dinner from a catering service. This way we can all eat well and have to do none of the time consuming prep work.

Best present you got yourself, lets hear it.

I'm ready for Christmas to be over. It's nice for my daughter, she loves it immensely. I just would rather not make such a big deal about things. I suppose it's because I have no true loyalty to religion or the commercialism that runs rampant in this holiday. Though I suppose getting presents isn't so bad.

Not all of my shopping is done, unlike my husband. Lucky man is done before me. I only have a couple more things to get. Then hopefully we can have a decent Christmas and leave it behind for one more year.

Charlie Pace. You are dead man.
What did he do? Painted my damn car pink.

...Alright, maybe it's a little bit funny.


No survey from me.

This has been the weirdest week.

Dreaming of things completely different from anything I know is still weird. And, really, if I'm honest, disturbing. No dreams or crazy events in life ever prepared me for this. So, distractions! Distractions are good. Work is nice, but the odd day off ends up being weird.

For those of you who have dreams, what is the weirdest thing you've dreamed of?

For those of you who have not, what do you think of the dreams?

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.

Definitely going to have to be a bar night. Ran out of drinks, don't feel like dealing with the store, so to the bars it is.

These fucking dreams are driving me crazy.

First I'm some badass chick with all these superpowers. Then this woman shows up claiming to be my Watcher, but she's evil.

And I'm trying to kill my friends ex boyfriend cause he's a vampire who came back from hell.

What the ever loving fuck? Fuck trusting people. It only gets you shit in the end.

Hi! I was told this network is for OC residents to get together and stuff, so I thought I'd post. I'm Lorna Dane, I just moved to Newport Beach this week. I'm a Libra, and I have my masters in Botany! Yay, me!

Anyway, I wanted to say hello, and invite everyone to a preview of my new shop on New Years Eve. I'm the owner and soon-to-be operator of Grassroots, which will be a pot dispensary and also have crafts for sale. Until the place actually opens I can't sell any pot, but (amusingly enough), the number one thing I got from the local crafters when I put out the word to them was pots. So we have those. Plus, I can give you plant advice!

There will also be free drinks and a snack bar. If we don't all die in a horrible way that the Mayans tried to warn us about, please come in and check the place out! The party starts at six, and we'll serve snacks until we run out or people have mostly dispersed to the bars.

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.

Must there be so much Christmas music all over the place?

At least it's adorable when Daisy tries to sing "Jingle Bells"... she doesn't know the rest of the words, so she keeps repeating "jingle bells" over and over, something to the tune.

So, I joined the ranks of those dreaming of other lives... it's weird, and disconcerting. Thinking of these other lives and the people in them is definitely weird. Why me? Why now? And why such weird dreams?

I couldn't stop dreaming about my sister last night. I woke from one dream, and went straight into the next. First she was embarrassed that she didn't have her cutie mark for her little pony friend's party, then I gave her and her friends my old treehouse for their Cutie Mark Crusader club, and they mad fools of themselves in the talent show. Then, to top it all off, they went to me and all my friends asking how we got our Cutie Marks.

Turns out, Dash's Sonic Rainboom played a hand in all our lives, and we didn't know it. Kinda cool, though, huh?

In search of:

+ A single, good looking dude who is:
1) SINGLE.
2) GOOD LOOKING.
3) 35 or younger, but not younger than 21.
4) You must not be creepy. At all. NO CREEPINESS.


Single, good looking, moderately aged dude that is not creepy should:
+ Want to go on a blind date with a hot, twenty something blonde lady, who is awesome and also who might be able to beat you up if you do turn out to be creepy.

INQUIRE WITHIN.

Is it possible to feel guilty about how well things turn out? I mean everything was pretty shitty until Selina showed up, but now, life is just so good.

I just feel guilty. Not everyone gets pulled out of the gutter like that.

( RIP Poseidon )

It was suggested by a colleague that I am in "dire" need of what is commonly known as a "social life." I was therefore directed to register to this network and to attempt to communicate with the local population, in search of what was deemed "fun" activities.

While I could not comprehend the precise reasoning behind a such a random recommendation, I do have in my possession more than one computer in my residence. I decided that one screen could potentially be devoted to monitoring the network for anything considered...social.

I will accept any recommendations, within reason. Having resided here in previous years, I am still familiar enough with the area to navigate from my point of origin to any destination in question.

I know holiday songs sort of universally stink based on the fact that we've all heard them about a million times. That's why this is the new Christmas song I'm playing around the house, but I think you'll enjoy it even if you don't celebrate Christmas. Hanukah is so early this year!

My shopping is all done. Really. I have Bill's birthday present and all my Christmas presents purchased. Online shopping is fantastic in that sense. It is nice to be done with the holiday stuff already.

Anyone here give music or vocal lessons? Ma mére suggested I find something new to channel my energy into until my cast comes off and I can begin my physical therapy. I think vocal lessons would be the way to go since I have not played the piano in a few years. Then again I have not sang in a while either. Outside Portia, the only one here to hear me sing is my dog and he always just gives me an odd look when I do. I do have a couple videos if I need to prove any capability before I can take a few lessons.

Dear Black Friday,

Thank you for existing, and for the wonderful things I scored.

including all of the amazing toothpastes and stupid crap I was able to use to barter, and the fact no one was watching me so I could grab them, free of charge. My buddy Vic is back in town and we're having a fucking party.

I really love the boots and purse and makeup you have yielded upon me. It seems we'll need to do this MUCH more often in the future.

Thanks to everyone who suggested that I actually try Thanksgiving this year. It turned out pretty well, I think. Though I'm not sure my kids want me in the kitchen anymore.

Now onto Christmas. Just thinking about going shopping makes my old bones ache. I should hire a shopper. Anyone want to? You have to buy for teenagers.

Got a new TV from Black Friday! I won! I mean, sure, I got punched in the face by some overtly drunk Santa Clause, and then spat on by some greasy haired mother in front of her children, but I mean certainly I deserved it. After all, I was the one who butted into their argument as the two were quite nearly about to kill each other over some stupid device, and pushed them off each other.

Still, totally worth it, because now while I nurse my black eye I can half-see the Science channel in glorious HD.

On an even better note, I'm hungry and think I'm going to get something to eat.

Apparently I've decided to turn this thing into my own personal Twitter.

Roy's holiday drinking privileges are hear by revoked until he's ACTUALLY 21.

Barton, making me hold my meal outside while you pointedly ignored it was kind of assy. I mean you could have come for pie.

Everybody else who came? Thank you for that. I'm sorry the pie was replaced by shallow dishes of chili. I will be killing the people responsible. Somehow.

Anyone else happen to be non-American? I've got my green card, but I've never been much for this holiday. For one, I'd prefer pheasant to turkey. For two, I always think it's vaguely blasphemous for Englishwomen to celebrate.

I suppose it's a crock-pot stew and telly type of day.

Traditional cranberries are better than canned. Your argument is invalid.

So anyway, work was less stressful to get to today. No break downs, traffic still sucked by I had my coffee. I'm certain all of you really wanted to hear the update on my commute, so you're welcome.

I did see someone go complete road rage on someone, called the police, but I don't know if they ever caught them.

Have you ever just been in an odd mood? Not quite happy, but not sad. And then you watch something, or play a game and for the rest of the day, you're just in a rut? Depressed?

I can't get out of it, I'm not even sure what to do.

WHO WANTS TO LINE FOR BLACK FRIDAY WITH ME AFTER STUFFING THEIR FACES?!

Wade, you're already going.

Cornbread really isn't supposed to look like this, right...?

( click if you're in need of a laugh )


[Meetra]
Did you learn to cook yet?