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Dinner is looking like pizza and this lemon pie that may or may not have weird side effects. Pie is pie.

[Sam]
Something must be in the tequila. I had a very similar dream.

Weird dream last night. Which I know is a thing here. So. Yeah. Dreamed I was back in school. Living with a girl I thought I was gonna marry. And then my brother showed up, I hadn't seen him for a long time. Said our dad was MIA on a hunting trip and needed me to help him track the old man down. When I got back, my girlfriend had been murdered and there was a fire that I only survived because my brother came back and pulled me out.

I don't even know how I'm supposed to process that. Or the grief, because I feel like I lost someone for real. Like, she was my soul mate in the dream. And now she's gone and I...yeah. I know it's crazy. Dean? I could use some brotime. Maybe you could go with Jesse and me to the shelter to look at dogs?

I PASSED

I'm officially able to practice law in California!


Also got a job interview later this week.


Win/Win for a Tuesday!

I'm not really one for introductions. Or joining random networks. But here I am. Hi. I'm Sam. I like long walks, hiking really. And you know. Serving justice. I'm also on the market for a dog. My kid thinks it will help me not be so sad when he's with his mom and not with me. He argued his case, and made the lawyer in me proud. So. I guess I'm getting a dog.

There are pumpkin spice Peeps, you guys.

WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK.

Peeps are a seasonal food. They're Easter food. Nobody has ever said "you know what I think of when I think of Fall? Peeps!". EVER. And nobody's gonna. Yes, pumpkin spice is good, but real pumpkin spice is good. Pumpkin pie? Delicious. I'll even allow those Starbucks coffee thingers with pumpkin spice. But you know pumpkin spice Peeps will just taste like every other Peep BECAUSE THEY'RE JUST SUGAR MARSHMALLOWS.

STOP IT PEEPS.

Why are textbooks so expensive? What are they printed on, unicorn hide? Good lord. I don't often wish I was back home, but after paying US tuition rates and then having someone slap me with a thousand dollar bill for my textbooks, I'm starting to wonder why I live here. (Oh, right, I love you lot.)

Good evening, everyone.

An employee of mine has mentioned this network a few times and I was curious to see it for myself. I've spent the past afternoon reading. It's been very interesting.

My name is Robin, its a pleasure to "meet" you all, although, a few of you seem a little familiar.

I have possibly, on occasion, been told I work too much and I should try having a better social life. No, Jess, I'm not looking at you at all. This is going to be my attempt at that.

Now, to avoid making this sound entirely too much like a personal ad, I'll just stick with...

Hi, I'm Sam.

So I have one week left until my first Marathon in the United States. I will be running in the Summer Bliss marathon at Huntington Beach. I am very much looking forward to it. There are a lot of running events in and around Orange County, I believe I am very much going to like it here.

Thanksgiving has to be my favorite holiday. I am pretty sure I ate my weight in pie. I think today is an xbox/football and beer kind of day.

[Sam Winchester]

You should come over for a few beers and a couple of rounds of Madden.

[Jessica Moore]

Thanks again for the invite!

Two Thanksgiving dinners was definitely a new experience for me but it was fun getting to spend the day with both my family and Sam's. I actually wish he and I had taken the time to do it before this year.

[Tamsin]

Do you want to grab lunch next weekend? Maybe do a little Christmas shopping? It feels like we didn't get to spend any real time together Thursday.

Now that I've surprised my family (sorry guys but seeing the look on your faces when I turned up back home was worth it.) I can say it out in the open.

I'm back! Man I should have moved back home sooner. I enjoy the Big Apple in the fall but the winter? Not so much. Plus I get to have mom's cooking more often. And she's insisting on dinner tonight which I tried to talk her out of cooking and letting me take her out but her and dad wouldn't have it.

I don't start my job out here for two weeks so I want to catch up with everyone I haven't seen in awhile!

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was a baby and my mom was kissing me good night. Then there was this man with yellow eyes and he was.. feeding me his blood? Weird, right? Mom came in and there was a fire and Dad gave me to Dean - he was about 4, I guess. Mom died, killed by something.

And then suddenly it was years later and I was in college. I was with my girlfriend, we were at this Halloween party. Next thing I knew, I heard someone breaking into our apartment. It was Dean. Our dad had gone, uh, hunting, and he was missing. Somehow he talked me into going with him and that's when things got really weird. We found Dad's hotel room and there was all this stuff about monster, demons. A Woman in White. It was all like something out of a horror movie or something.

We never did find Dad, but Dean took me home, because I had a law school interview and then I found Jess. It was just like Mom. She was stuck to the ceiling and then there was a fire. The rest of it was weird, but seeing that part - that was just horrible.

Guess who is moving back to the OC, yup! That'd be me!

So apparently its a requirement to dress up for the Halloween bash at work. Oh yay...

Since I'm not big in dressing up, formerly or costume wise, ideas would be appreciated.

They tell you law school is hard, but I don't think anyone is ever really prepared for just how much work it really is until they've experienced it. It's a really good thing I'm a fast reader and that I have a good study group. And an understanding girlfriend.

Anyway, hi, Valarnet, I'm Sam. I haven't been on this thing in a really long time, so I figured an re-introduction might be a good idea.

Does anyone have normal dreams anymore? I kind of miss that. I was chased by my old middle school math teacher once.

So. I had an American ask me today, upon hearing I was from Norway, if that was where the penis museum was.

After spluttering and making sure I understood his English, I told him no. And then did some googling, and found out that the Iceland Phallological Museum is in fact in Reykjavik, in Iceland. I do love that there will always be something I can learn about the world. And I admit to having a good laugh, as well.

Sometimes after spending two hours looking for an electrical short, it's a 2 minute fix that makes me bang my head on the hood of the car and wonder why it took so long to find. Sometimes cars, you make me mad.

I need to find someone who can do this to my nails. Because it's amazing. I am hella into nail art, yo!

I don't know if I've been hitting the gym too hard lately or what exactly is going on, but I've been absolutely exhausted these past few days. I keep waking up on the sofa after apparently having completely passed out. Or at the kitchen counter while I was reading the paper.

I don't think I'm getting sick, or at least I hope not, but this falling asleep in random places has me a little worried

Oh, wonderful, another round of bizarre.

Says the wizard

Anybody know of a good contract lawyer out here? I don't need one drawn up but I do need somebody to look one over and make sure I'm not putting too much faith in the company's reputation getting screwed if I sign this.

[Private to Izzy Lightwood]
They offered me a contract Izzy. No games, no run around like I've been getting. Just straight out offered it to me.

[Private to Audrey]
You're not going to fire me are you? Now that I've got a potential contract?

[Private to Gwen Stacey]
We should celebrate.

I'm very sorry if anything that was posted on my account in the last few days distressed anyone. Everything is perfectly fine, and I am most certainly not being held captive in my own home.

EDIT:
Truly, I am not a hostage, and am speaking only literally. Please do not concern yourselves or seek out ulterior subtext.

Hola Mishamigos!

I don't mean to alarm anyone, but I'm pretty sure I've been kidnapped. At first I thought it was a J2 joke, but...
:(



[ x-posted on twitter ]

Did you know that in California, it's law that no vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour?

I may have found a silly calendar.

I think my New Years Resolution is to lose 15 pounds. Starting now.

My girlfriend says I need to take up jogging again, so.

Woooooow! I love when I wake up and there are good surprises from these dreams. I woke up and there was a brand new wardrobe in my bedroom, which was completely unexpected, and it is completely futuristic looking. I knew it had to be something from my dreams because it looked so familiar.

I opened it up and it was full of dresses from my dreams. Some I haven't even seen before! They are so beautiful in person and I really wish I had time to dress up in them. But I would definitely need my own set of handmaidens to help me out with some of them. The head pieces, my god. It even came with a few of the dresses on mannequins so I took a few pictures. I really want to show these off.

( Dress Pictures )

I am dying over how pretty they are.

These last few weeks have been particularly trying, and I'm afraid I missed out on communication of all kinds while I attempted to learn how to deal with migraines.

I am feeling better now though, and feel I've gotten everything under proper control.

I'm usually a fairly patient person, I like to think. But this month very honestly needs to end.

I can hear all kinds of scratching and movement about in one of the walls of the house. Almost perfect sound effects for Halloween. I think we have flying squirrels.

Correction, I KNOW we do. Because this little bugger just pulled a Rocky straight across the living room. Thanks for nothing, Opal.

'scuse me while I find something to catch this guy with.

( Squirrel Attack! )

I just wanna say I had the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER

I just don't understand the appeal. I tried an episode or two, and I just don't get it. Is it supposed to be funny? Because it's... not, really. Is it drama? It's not really that, either.

Can someone explain Breaking Bad to me?

Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days.

One compound friggen sentence and the whole world unravels.

Will say that the ghost was right about one thing, though. You can't ever go home.

A public service announcement from The Winchester Homestead:

I'm not deleting yesterday's entry, but I really need you all to know that Cas sat there watching me type the whole thing. Read it over my damn shoulder.

This man is a menace.

If you see me blogging on that many (prescribed to me) drugs again, ask him why he didn't stop it.

I'd be embarrassed, but screw it, it's there.

I'm also still supposed to stay away from heavy machinery until next week once they can gradually dial down the dosage and maybe I won't have to be on this crap constantly. Like at night would be okay. I could handle at night.

Like I had a dream about going back in time and it was really, really messed up and I woke up and...and I wasn't having a super huge freak out about it. Like the dream happened and it was there and I still remembered it, but the panicked impulse to go drown everything in liquors was I guess blocked by the other crap in my system? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, but I'll take it for now.

Regardless, Cas don't friggen let me do that crap again. I want it in writing and in public so I can hold you to it.

( Cut for mentions of alcohol abuse and attempted recovery. Also swearing. )

Well, the Bar exam starts tomorrow. I won't lie and say that I'm not nervous, I'm a little terrified. I'm heading up to LA today to get settled in at my hotel and try to relax and maybe study more before everything starts tomorrow morning. The fact that it is three days long almost makes me wish I had picked another state to study in, but I can't deny that I enjoy California quite a bit. But again, a big thank you to everyone who has helped me study or not study, haha.

Well, here goes nothing! Wish me luck.

Well my first week of being an intern over summer went well. I am set up on the computer and their systems and am shadowing one of the lawyers. It is very interesting and I am glad it is re-affirming that I am on the correct career path.

This is probably why I shouldn't be allowed to drink heavily and get on the internet.

Screw this. Tink, I'll be back to work on Monday. I need to do some crap with my hands. Take my mind off of all this hell and purgatory crap.

( Cut for large image )

So Purgatory. It's a thing.

Me taking the next few days off of work? Yeah, that's a thing related to Purgatory being a thing.

I feel like I just got back from the sandbox all over again. Swear to god if I have to quit my job over this crap in my head...

I don't think I was ever prepared to have this much blood on my hands and now I can't get it off. I get that I did what I had to do, but I don't want to know what I did to end up there in the first place.

The really screwed up part is that I know hell is coming. At some point whatever this thing I am when I sleep is, the one who ends up with hand prints branded on his arm and fights his way for a year in that place...he goes to hell.

I need some really good reasons not to hop in my car and just drive as far away from everyone I care about as possible, because right now staying near anyone seems like the worst idea ever.

BAKING SPREE. WHO WANTS SOME MUFFINS?

The weather has been so nice lately, too. I think it's about time for a visit to the beach. After the baking, of course. :)

Woke up this morning and uh...this was burned onto my arm. Weirdest damn thing. Aren't these dreams everyone keeps talking about supposed to start before you end up with scars that weren't there the night before?

Anyway, I got no idea what this is, what it means where it came from or anything. It's just there. It doesn't hurt. Seems to be fully healed. Buddy of mine at the shop snapped a picture of it while I was just checking to make sure. That explains the face. And why you can see both my hands. It's a really friggen hard angle to try to take a picture of yourself, man.

Does anyone with experience with these friggen dream things happen to know if there's a pattern or something? Any way to get some friggen context for what's going on on my arm here?

If I must turn thirty-two today, at least I did it in style - The Mirror is officially open for business! I saw a few of you come in and out of the store, and I hope very much that all of you find my stock to your liking.

In fact, I'm feeling generous; if you come into the shop and mention you're on the network (and I can prove it), I'll take 15% off anything you order.

When did it become July? My Bar exam is at the end of the month and I'm trying not to mentally count down the days and freak myself out. Thankfully Percy Weasley has been an amazing help in coming up with some practice exams and my friend, Sam, has helped remind me to just calm down and not over study. I feel pretty prepared and I almost wish time would go faster so I could take the exam and be done.

On another note, I had another of my Dreams last night. It was more space time adventures. I got away from my home planet with the help of the Jedi and we were in a bit of a space battle with other ships. Thankfully this amazing droid called R2D2 helped fix the ship enough for us to land on another planet. Qui-Gon and I decided to head into the planet's main downtown to find parts for the ship which was definitely an interesting experience. We found a shop to help us get pieces, although the owner (another alien) was definitely greedy and sleazy, and met a boy that he had as a slave. YES, a slave. That infuriates me so much that not everyone in this universe is free (I know it's weird to get upset over things in a world that doesn't exist, but basic human rights). He seemed like a very sweet boy though and invited us over for dinner, which is where my dream ended. I'm really curious as to what is going to happen.

[Filtered to Obi-Wan]
I...I need to talk to you. I'm so confused about this boy I met in my dream.

( character death )

There are few things in this world that I enjoy more than a giant tub of frozen yogurt at the end of a long day.

Hi everyone.

My name's John, and I just moved out here from Texas to join [law firm]. I came across this network thing a bit by chance, but it seems sort of like the way to know what's going on around here and meet new people.

I've never been out to California so it's all pretty new to me still, but, uh, is it always so ... Eventful?

Days like this remind me of only the darkest of dreams. My name's Big Mac, or so everyone calls me.

If anyone ends up in Northern Irvine, or anywhere, really, and needs a place to go, come here. [Address] It's the Jackson family orchard, and it's defended, and safe, for the time being. You'll be welcome, with food and shelter to keep you until this madness is over.

Getting' real sick of these mind screwing moments. Real, real sick.

Pretty sure right now is a great time to go get as drunk as possible. Anyone with me?

Hello.

I do not understand the need for social networking, but I have been told that it's best to try and then fail instead of ... not?

Perhaps that isn't the correct saying.