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I'm feeling very wonderfully, and very strangely, at ease as of late. I honestly don't remember a time I felt this good, isn't that funny? I suppose I've really no room to complain these days. This semester is nearly finished, I'll likely be able to graduate early (thank God). My fingers hurt from playing piano so much. I'm going wine country next week (I can't wait to flaunt my pretentiousness everywhere).

Even the singing doesn't bother me anymore.

I could get used to feeling like this.

This is insane. I'm cutting the rest of my classes and going home. The music department - well - the ENTIRE arts department - is a jumble of chorus lines and ballads and, god help us all, even arias.

I cannot even be here right now. I'm not sure if I'm glad to see it's been happening county-wide or not. At first I thought the voice students were all just being assholes. Guess not.

Can't wait to be safe and sound. Or, I guess, in this case, silent.

So, someone at work mentioned this place and I thought I'd check it out. I'm Justin Taylor and I work in the art department of Black Widow. My favorite pastimes include drawing and surfing. Although I haven't had the chance to go surfing in awhile. I should fix that soon. Anyone else around here surf?

So let's be honest, and we'll call that one a massive Thea fuck up. Not dismissing but just calling it like it is. I have hurt people and I'm sorry and I have no idea how you start apologizing for the fucked up shit like this. I knew what I was doing, and I did it anyway because...I don't even know why it happened.

I think it's really important that I figure out WHY it did so I don't wind up doing it again to somebody else, so that's what I'm mostly gonna be working on the next several weeks. I have no idea what you do to come back from this level of fuck up other than stay the hell away from the person you hurt, apologize, which sounds stupid and trite and nobody's gonna buy at this level, and...Yeah. The parts that follow are where I'm hitting walls.

So I'm that bitch who got caught mid pretty heavy makeout by her boyfriend, ex boyfriend, with another guy. I'd like to own it and repair it but some stuff you can't fix and I get that. Doesn't mean I don't want to TRY.

[Locked from Rufus Sixsmith]

Someone needs to help me. Or offer advice. Or something.

I dreamt about him. I dreamt we met at boarding school and that we fell in love and we kissed under the stars in Corsica.

I don't know what to do. This is good, right? I mean. I can't tell him, though. I can tell already I didn't treat him very well then. What if he has the same dreams?? What if he decides that my past might just repeat and he'll want nothing to do with me??

Help. :(

Okay. Really - is no one else experiencing the insane level of spooky going on right now? Because if it's just me, maybe I ought to be committed. But I mean it, there is definitely something (someone?) lurking in my home, and I absolutely positively swear I saw it (them? he? her???) in my room as I slept. Tried to sleep.

My dog's acting odd, too. Anyway. The point is, I'm definitely not staying here tonight. Nope, not in the slightest. If you need to find me for some reason, I'll be in Laguna Hills. (Rufus, if you read this before I text you, surprise! I'm coming to stay a bit.)

Why do I even still live here. :(


ETA: Rufus has a really nice place. Like. Really nice. And snuggly sweaters. He doesn't know this yet, but I've decided to take up permanent residence here. :)

I have a reality TV problem. And not good reality, not like Top Chef or anything like that.

I shouldn't love Dance Moms as much as I do. It makes me want to claw my eyes out. I remember seeing women like this while I did the piano competition thing. Thank God not on this scale, but still. Scary.

Scary.

So, uh. Hi. I'm Mercutio. People call me Merc sometimes. Lived in the OC all my life, but just got an invite to this valar thing. I live out in Stanton, and I work at Barracuda's, down in the valley. Single, prefer dudes, but I like meeting people.

I figured I'd ask before anything else: is it safe out now? This crazy-ass mushroom shit finally done? Apparently there's enough people here where somebody might know.

February vacation this week. Couldn't be happier. Ever since we came back from Christmas Break my teachers have been piling on all the work and it's starting to do my head in. And I'm sure that it's only going to get worse before graduation.

Does anyone want to get together for a game of soccer or softball or something sometime this week? I need to get out and do something fun before I get bogged down with more schoolwork.

Oh and if anyone doesn't know, my name is Arya Stark.

I hope everyone had a positively wonderful day yesterday. I certainly did.

Somehow I've come out of it with a boyfriend, which is mildly disconcerting was definitely not what I expected. And yet I couldn't feel happier about it.

Strange.

That's all. I felt it was groundbreaking enough to make the announcement. I'm going back to bed, where a good looking blond is waiting for me.

Giving up soda for lent.

Oh my lord. It's like the whole universe is trying to remind me that it's almost Valentine's Day.

Had a few more 1930s inspired dreams that seem to be geared toward the romantic. Well. Romantic is a loose term. First one I was having an affair with a definitely older woman, who was, for the record, married, and very beautiful. Got the distinct impression she was using me. Her name was Jocasta Crommel-something or other. Can't think for the life of me how to spell it. Then I had the most amazing dream.

Picture it: the beautiful Mediterranean at night. Stars everywhere, lights on the water. Couldn't see the person I was with (yet again), but this kiss we shared was, without a doubt, the best kiss I have ever had ever. Even better than real kisses I've had. Swooning just thinking about it.

The attic is still creepy as all hell. Seriously - there is something or someone lurking there watching me and I'm pretty sure they've followed me into my basement suite. No luck finding the second half of my book but I found a stack of letters addressed to a Robert Frobisher. Don't know of another Robert in the family besides me, but the letters are lovely. Some of them are very sweet and intimate, and some are just run of the mill this-and-that. They're signed by an R.S. and were sent from Cambridge to Edinburgh, and are definitely old. The use of language, the writing style, the paper. Anyway. It's terribly romantic. Just finished re-reading them a third time.

PS I actually have real Valentine's Days plans and I'm nervous and I don't know what to do.

Things I should be doing: studying 18th century music literature and practicing my pieces.

Things I am doing: learning a varying degree of Quilter to play for vocal students and watching re-runs of RuPaul's Drag Race.

Does anyone out there believe in going out on Wednesday nights? If you say yes, first round is on me. I promise. Let's go do something fun.

Been spending a lot of time up in the attic lately.

That book I found a couple of weeks ago - it wasn't just the back that was gone, the entire second half was missing! Honestly, it stops mid-sentence and it's the most annoying thing ever. But I figure, if the first half was in this house, then the second half must be, so up to the attic I go.

I've never really gone in for the spooky attic thing, but, this attic is spooky. I mean it. I keep thinking I see things lurking in the corners? I tell myself it's a trick of the light, but even the dog won't come up here with me anymore. If it wasn't for all the cool things I've been finding tucked away in boxes, I'd never come back up here.

But. Seriously. Spooky.

I'm having far too much fun in my pick-up rugby team, I may never leave Irvine.

If anyone wants to join us, by the way, we're a very friendly group of lads. Ladies welcome too, of course. We're not overly competitive, we really just play for a bit of fun over at the Irvine campus, since a few of the boys go to school there.

Went upstairs to try and find milk for cereal and got cornered by my mother. She thinks, for some reason, I need to go to therapy (if any of you knew my mother, you'd see the humor in this). Told her I absolutely will not be going, she said she just wants me to be a happy young man. Not wanting to miss any opportunity, I said, quite like a petulant child, that a puppy would make me happy.

She looked at me with what I think was a look of her remembering her version of myself as a youth. And said all right.

So now tomorrow after I'm done my morning private, my mother is taking me to buy a puppy. There are very few words to describe how pleased I am, needlessly to say I might have shrieked like a little girl.

(Also, Draco, you can be the first one to come over and visit him. Har har har.)

Hi, I'm Gwen. A few friends of mine said I should check this thing out. So, here I am! Introduction post. /awkward.

I'm new in town. Weird to find a posting board that's so local. Anyone know a good place to get bagels?

So Valentine's Day! It's coming and we can't stop it but thanks to my wonderful new friend, Glimmer, who had an incredible idea we have come up with THE ultimate Valentine's Day plan.

I have hired a movie theater [address] and we are going to be screening horror films all day - no tickets needed just turn up! And there will be free ice cream, popcorn and the usual goodies too!

So if you want an alternative to the lovey dovey mushy crap that we are all bombarded with then come along!

Ohmygod. It's almost Valentine's Day.

What do I

I've never done this

What do I do?

help :(

It appears a sleepless night is upon me. Oh well. This is why God invented coffee and trenta refreshers, right? Doing that thing that people who can't sleep do. That is, thinking about everything and nothing. Came to the conclusion that lots of people seem to already be in a frenzy about Valentine's Day. It's still three weeks away, can't everyone relax for at least another week and a half?

I think I'm going to start a Lonely Hearts Club. What this entails is basically me sitting at home on the fourteenth, indulging in Chinese food and some Cherry Garcia while partaking in such holiday classics as Forrest Gump and Psycho. However, should someone, male or female, find themselves in need of a last minute date or shag, I am very clearly available.

Yes, I'm a hypocrite.

Mother thinks I haven't got enough friends. I guess that's why I'm here.

The name's Penelope. But no one really calls me that. I'll answer to Poppet.

Back to school again today. It seems we're all feeling the same about it - not at all pleased. Can't say I blame any of us. Zoned out more than usual during musical literature of the 18th century, mind wandering to a dream I feel was too short to be properly enjoyed.

Dreamt about a dream within dream. Or it felt like it, anyway. I was writing a letter, and recalling a dream that dream-me had experienced (I hope that makes sense). I looked quite charming, actually, perhaps '30s or '40s, judging by the fashion. Saw myself in a room full of porcelain and china, and began to smash the delicate pieces on to the floor and into walls. Someone else was with me, but out of sight. Infuriating. The best part of all is that as the things broke and shattered, it wasn't the sound of chaos, but of beautiful music that I'd never heard before. Saw myself writing in my letter that all boundaries are conventions, and I wonder, perhaps, if this is my subconscious dwelling on my feelings about school entirely. Ought to be composing things, not sitting in classrooms.

Rushed home immediately to find paper with which to try and write down the piece, hoping to preserve it. In my search for blank paper, I happened upon a rather old looking book (I hesitate to say an original, but it's in poor state). "The Pacific Journal Of Adam Ewing" it's called - has anyone ever read it? The back appears to be torn off but the print is legible. Taking a break from my writing frenzy to see what sort of man this Mr. Ewing was.

PS. Looking to make some extra money this semester to save up for a car. I've decided to make myself available for piano lessons/theory tutoring, and hopefully count it towards credits for school. Fine with holding them at my own home, or traveling to my student's (mileage will be included in the price of lessons). In any case, I could really use something to occupy my time.

To the citizens of Orange County and the surrounding areas:

For those of you who are interested in music, really interested, I am offering voice lessons. My rates are as follows:

Sixty dollars an hour ($60/hr) for private lessons
Seventy five dollars an hour ($75/hr) for advanced techniques (ie: anything in the range of operatic)
Seventy five dollars an hour ($75/hr) for piano and/or organ lessons

And because I feel like amusing myself:
One hundred dollars an hour ($100/hr) for ventriloquism and voice throwing lessons.

Please contact me here or via private message.

Yours sincerely,
E.G.

In celebration of, hopefully, everyone's good health....

Harvey and I have decided a party is in order. I'll, of course, update with details later... Once everything's been settled.

Would there be any interest in this sort of thing at all?

Ok, so I'm doing this while I'm feeling brave and slightly drunk. My new friend Lúthien has inspired me to be a bit more...daring, so this is me...coming out of my shell.

Hi Valarnet! My name is Elphaba Thropp and I moved here a few weeks ago but wasn't brave enough to introduce myself. I've also bought a flute, but I've never played before, so if anyone can give me lessons I'd be very appreciative! And also, does anyone know of any local animal shelters in the area? Once this quarantine's finished I would love to volunteer!
Thanks!

Heading to the bars to drink away whatever illness is out there. I figure alcohol will help prevent it.

Anyone willing to go into bartime quarantine is welcome to join me.

Can't leave the house because my father doesn't want me to catch what's going around.

That means I can't even go out for coffee. I may go insane by the end of today.

Class starts up again tomorrow. As you can imagine, I'm very excited. I haven't been hit by this cold or flu or whatever everyone else seems to have, so I don't have reason to not go. Keeping my fingers crossed that all my professors have come down with it and class is cancelled.

Though maybe I won't go anyway on the reason that I don't want to catch ill myself. On that note, I do hope everyone starts feeling better. Everything's so boring when everyone's sick.

Missed ringing in the New Year entirely. Or maybe I didn't, but I don't remember it. I've just come to in ... Not actually sure where. Posting via my phone and battery is in critical condition. Got detoured on my way to Fullerton.

I've made a plan of action (a rarity, I know): 1) Locate tylenol and orange juice; 2) Discover location; 3) Hopefully acquire funds from friends to take a bus home or plead to my horrible parents to come rescue me.

I think 2013's going to be fantastic.

I suppose it's about time that I introduce myself, seeing as how it's a new year and all. I'm Martha Jones and I currently spend most of my time at St. Joseph Hospital. I'm finishing up my residency, so that I can be a full fledged doctor. And when I'm not at the hospital, I tend the spend most of that time at home, which gets extremely boring, so this year my New Year's resolution is to get out and make friends.

Seeing as I'm likely to be confined to my home for New Year's, for whatever reason he can come up with this time...

Are there any interesting books that someone could suggest? Or a movie I might rent?

My father's idea of "fun" on New Year's Eve is board games, which become rather dull when they're all one-on-one.

Can't wait for the holiday season to be over. Tired of family pretending to be nice to one another, more tired of playing trivial carols on the piano for out-of-key sing-alongs. Once the new year hits, I'll drink this year into the past and somehow gather the will to subject myself to the coming semester.

I'd much rather be working on my own compositions than "perfecting" my performance technique. Never needed to perfect it before. Every time my fingers hit the keys, I feel my soul draining. Piano sounds out of tune but it's not, house is starting to smell like a cigarette factory.

Will someone save my life by falling in love with me?