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Has anyone looked into the fact that Orange County as a whole tends to be a big, huge magnet for fucked up shit? Once is a happening. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is data.

The trial is tomorrow. This time tomorrow, I may be free from my parents. I don't know why I'm so nervous, because Mr. Dresden says it's pretty much in the bag. I just can't help but think my dad is gonna do something to sway the judge or something. I mean, he can be really charming when he wants to be.

I think I just need a good night's sleep to try and take my mind off it.

I think the stress of everything that's going on with my parents is catching up to me. I fell asleep on Jubilee's the couch and dreamt that my dad was training me, but it wasn't gymnastics. He was training me to fight; like karate and stuff. I was pretty young too. Younger than when I started gymnastics, but I'm pretty sure it lasted a few years, cause as the dream progressed I got older. I was really good too. He had me fight against full grown men and I took them down every time. How is that possible for a kid? At one point I seemed pretty upset about something and I ran away. I was still pretty young when I ran away, but I don't know why. The other weird thing is that I never said a word during the whole dream. It was like I was mute or something.

I'm gonna try to go back to sleep.

But before I forget, Violet, Thea, we should get together and talk about the club sometime.

I finally talked to my dad today. I didn't want to talk to him until after I talked to my coach, to find out whether or not he was going to stick with me after this whole thing with my parents is finalized and I'm happy to say that I won't have to look for a new coach. We're going to use a different gym though, otherwise my dad will just be able to come down whenever I'm training and that's the opposite of what I want.

So, yeah, my dad. He's definitely not happy and says he's going to fight this. I told him there was nothing to fight, because legally there's nothing he can do to stop me from taking control of my life.

There are still so many other people I need to talk to, but once this is all taken care of, I'm going to sit down and decide exactly what I'm going to do as far as competing goes. I do plan on going to the American Cup in Boston in March, but after that, I'm not sure what I'm doing.

Anybody know how to file for emancipated minor status? I turn eighteen soon, but still. I want to see if it's even possible.

Yes, I have my reasons.

The public schools had better not force us to make up this time at the end of semester. That'd make it where I only have two months of time before I start college.

Douchebags.

To tell be honest, I'm kind of glad that the gym is closed. Means I get a break for once. My dad must actually be taking this flu thing seriously, because he hasn't even made me get up at the crack of dawn to go running or anything. Last winter when the flu was going around he just made me get a flu shot so that I could keep training.

Does anyone ever dream their death? It's one of those ... too real dreams, and fuck.

I will study today.

I will. I swear it.

Studying is happening.

Right now. As we speak.

This is me. Studying.

I'm going to the college I want to - CalState. I'm staying local for reasons, and I have to admit, it was kind of awesome to get 35 pissy emails from my parents in half an hour. I finally got the assholes to talk!

Go me. It sounds kinda bogus but after the whole shooting stars thing, I haven't felt like strangling anyone this week. I only feel like strangling the weather.

It can seriously stop snowing. Any time now.

( I was not ready for this freak ass weather. )

To all four of my teachers who thought that "Holiday Homework" would be "fun" and "distracting":

May you choke on some really old, crusty dicks. Fuckers.

I hope you get bird flu,

Violet Harmon.

Okay so I heard about this at school and pleaded and begged and pleaded some more for a computer, so here I am! Hi, I'm Rapunzel!

What do you do if the person you love more than anything in the whole world - what do you do if you dreamed them doing something really terrible? Something unforgivable?

I really need to stop having these dreams. I'm gonna start calling them nightmares.

On my way to the gym to work this off.

... what the fuck is a Rita Skeeter? It sounds like what moms call their kids' junk when they don't want to use the proper names.

Anybody in this place have an idea where a girl can get a decent cheap apartment or a job that isn't catering to assholes at Walmart? Never mind the reasons but I'm kinda in the market for both these days, since I guess I'm gonna be around a while and Motel Six ? Not cutting it, thanks. I wanted to listen to guys and their high profile callgirls going at it every night, I would've gone to one of those rent by the hour places up the road. Or applied to work at one of their lovely ports of call. Since I'm not that desperate, or that stupid, time to bootstrap myself out of THIS Hell hole, right?

Suggestions? Really fucking welcome cause I'm pretty sure I've got a cockroach in here arguing for squatter's rights.

((cut for muns but your characters won't see a cut at all!. Warning for glitter text))

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MY LITTLE BOY IS NOW A MAN!

I turned down my acceptance to Harvard. I'm going to go someplace local instead. No sense in wasting all the money, right?

It just figures that the cost of a pack of cigarettes would go up right around the time I decide to pick the habit up again.

I wish they sold them in single servings. Sometimes you just need one.

I read the stuff on here and I guess this network's like spitting distance away from turning into Facebook. All this needs is a "like" button so everyone else can approve of life's petty bullshit with a big thumbs up instead of an actual pat on the back. Are you supposed to feel like a part of something big and mighty by sharing your nightmares and letting gossip fly on here, or what? I thought that sharing intimate secrets and bad dreams was for therapy with, you know, a shrink or whatever. My mistake.

I guess they don't hand out name tags here, either. So I'll stand up at the front of the class and introduce myself:

Hi. I'm Tate. I'm an worthless asshole in high school who will be an old worthless asshole in a dead end job, doing dead end worthless asshole work until I die. I hate my skanky mom and I hope she rots into maggot food after she reads this, and I think the world is going to Hell in a handbasket, which I'll climb inside and light on fire with a big shit-eating smile on my face.

Hey, it is almost December 21, 2012? If stuff is really going to end with Hell and handbaskets, it can't happen fast enough.

I guess Taylor Swift and her boyfriend broke up. Honestly, who cares about that sort of thing? A couple of girls in line in front of me at the bookstore on campus were talking about it as if they actually knew these people.

Yay, getting in fights over boys. Yep. Gonna miss high school so fucking much. Whoever said they were the "best years of your life" was a lying asshole.

...I'm not sure if this is genius or not.

So things are always this dramatic on here, huh? Therapists must be making a killing. I mean, this place makes the Real Housewives look fucking sensible.

I know that there are quite a few people out there that are phone-savvy and enjoy playing games on them.

I have to express my deepest sadness that I have run out of Angry Birds to play. I have played all of the Angry Birds, now, even the ones in space, though I still am wondering how those pigs managed to get those eggs into space to begin with.

They do not seem very bright, you see. I am certain they would have broken all of the eggs on the way, and then the birds would have been quite saddened by this.

I am wondering if any of you could recommend a game for me to try next, that is as enjoyable as Angry Birds has been?

Looking for some birthday ideas for Roy. He'll be twenty really soon. He's probably gonna be on probation by then, if the plea deal goes through, which means I can't take him drinking like I'd been planning, and I don't know that he's up to parties this year as it is, but gift ideas and suggestions of stuff to do would be totally welcome. I kind of wasn't around for the last two birthdays either, so I want this to be one of those nice, reaffirming, sorry-I-was-a-dick things too. He's been having a really, REALLY bad year, so I want to do something that's just nice and doesn't focus on his missing arm, his dreams about being a clone, or anything else he's had to lose.

Thoughts?

Well hello, Orange County. My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women.

Oh, and being employed. Anyone looking for someone to work for them? I'm a damn good mechanic, I got lots of experience with firearms, and oh yeah– I'm goddamn adorable. ;)

This greeted me at work today:

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It was delicious.

I haven't the faintest idea what I'll be for Halloween. I wasn't aware adults were expected to still dress up for it.

Nor was I aware that 'Sexy Big Bird' was an actual thing, for which I was much happier.

My parents are worried about me not socializing enough, so they said I have to post on here. They're like, reverse Chris Hansen-ing me, what the fuck. If they don't want me they could just ship me off to boarding school. Or I don't know, fucking wait it out like I am - I graduate in June, it's not like they have that long to wait.

Hey, I guess.