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Mar. 17th, 2014


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So my shirt keeps disappearing. Literally, they de-materialize as soon as I get one on. Thankfully what I'm doing today at work doesn't require a shirt, but it's one thing to be shirtless in a gym and a whole other thing to be at the front office or driving around in my car like some kind of back-woods redneck. If this continues I may just go hang out at the beach for a while and work on my tan, maybe hope when I get home tonight that my closet is still intact.

Oh, and Gabriel is a dick.

Mar. 9th, 2014


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So for this past week I've:

1) Had a dream about being a cop in Los Angeles with a partner that looks like the new guy on the Walking Dead, minus the handlebar mustache. It also came with memories of a whole lotta personal drama including nearly being shot to death on the job. Speaking of nearly dying, my other dreams involved: a plane crash. Nearly drowning post-plane crash. Having nearly everyone die on you from your section of the plane which was the tail. Saving a kid by CPR. Being attacked the first night on the beach of the island we all swam to and having three people kidnapped.

2) Went to Mass for Ash Wednesday for the first time in forever. It was nice. Then tried to share my ashes with Michael at work. Made for an interesting sparring demonstration.

3) Had the same dreams again, with more details added. Apparently I'd been seeing a shrink as part of my therapy before coming back to work. Oh and my mom's the police captain in this other life too. Yay. Ugh.

4) Was ordered home from work after nearly passing out before lunch. Stupid dreams and not sleeping.

5) Caught up on sleep loss this weekend to the point I think some people thought I was dead when I didn't answer my phone.

Here's to hoping for a less...dream filled week this time around.

Feb. 25th, 2014


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There's something to be said for tenacity.

My audition for the LA Philharmonic (which I hadn't said anything about here for fear of somehow jinxing it,) was scheduled for this past friday. And then, of course, there was a sudden volcano and I was given the option to either brave the weather and play anyway or to reschedule. Naturally, I went anyway. That probably would've been more impressive if I weren't what I am and had to actually drive from home up into the city. Regardless, I went and played the concerto I wrote for Lucifer for Valentines on the very lovely reproduction Stradivarius he bought for me. Castiel went for moral support and partly because he doesn't much like passing up the opportunity to hear me play. It was...strange to say the least, to be standing on that stage in front of three men who truly believe that they've seen and heard so much of the world. Enough to judge a person's skill, sure, but there's a lot of other factors that go into playing than that.

It felt...

I haven't felt human like that in a long while, vulnerable and nervous. This was a moment I'd been training my whole life for, and while I was on that stage playing my heart out, nothing that's happened in the past few months mattered much at all. The dreams and the pain I suffered through meant nothing. That I could spread my wings behind me and had the power to actually paint that concert hall in whatever shifting colors I wanted mattered not in the slightest. What mattered was that a brother I never thought I'd have was sitting outside the doors as a beacon of calm support basking in the sounds of a song written for a lover I never expected to meet. I gave them the very best I could while staying on book, and in the end that was the best I could do.

This afternoon, I received a phone call congratulating me on a well done audition and offering me not only a chair, but the opportunity for the occasional solo position. It's not first chair or even second, but it's still a chair. It's still my dream, and no matter how angelic I might be now, whatever too human parts remain in me can't stop alternately smiling and sitting in stunned disbelief.

As school is still technically out for volcanic clean up, I plan to spend the rest of the day with the men I love who happen to live with me though I suppose if the rest of the family decided to show up that would only make it better.

Less party. More just quiet celebration.

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I was very careful. Nose, mouth and eyes covered every time I went out but somehow I'm still coughing. At least it's over now. It is over, right? It's over. I will say though, the 'target practice' I got in this weekend was the most entertaining time I've had since I left the service. Now if I could just top coughing up ash I'd be set for the rest of the week.

Feb. 1st, 2014

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Blah. Sometimes photos make you hurt worse when someone is gone.

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Where to start - I've had this real fucked up week, you see. If it couldn't get any worse, the dreams have returned and it's like binge watching myself fuck up over and over and over. It goes through flashbacks of being alive in 1864, to my life as a vampire. I'm the monster, or the anti-hero maybe. Stefan and Elena are together, while I'm busy trying to free Katherine from a tomb, and trying to seduce Elena away from said brother. Sorry, bro. I did almost burn to death in a building, but I'm a survivor. I've also slept my way around Mystic Falls, taking a few lives along the way. Yeah, those are my dreams. This is ... my future, or a version of me, and you know what? I understand him. I see myself in him.

So...

PM for Elena, Stefan, Sage, Jeremy, Bekah, Lexi, Kol, Samandriel, and Lucifer )

Jan. 19th, 2014


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There's nothing better than being reunited with the people you love.

The past few days have been absolutely awful in more ways than just the obvious.

The things I had to do to keep the devil from unleashing Hell.

Please don't take family for granted. You never know when they'll be taken from you and replaced by psychopaths or assholes.

Dec. 28th, 2013


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So, uh, I hear there's somebody kicking around here that is named Samandriel. Could anyone, or maybe him if he's reading this, tell me if he looks anything like this:

image under the cut )

Dec. 27th, 2013

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Still kinda in shock that I got ENGAGED on Christmas Eve. :D Once I get back to school, my friends are going to be going crazy.

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[Filtered Away from TVD Peeps]


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This sucks so much! Now Elena is engaged to Damon. We had just started actually talking about what's been going on the last few months and now they're engaged. She's supposed to be looking after me, but instead all she cares about is Damon. She doesn't seem to understand that she can't just be thinking of herself. I'm still a minor, she can't just move in with him and leave me in the house all by myself. She just doesn't get it. She's just being selfish.

Dec. 25th, 2013


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Apparently, this was rather a bigger deal to other people than I ever anticipated judging by the number of photographers who showed up not fifteen minutes after he asked the question.

I don't plan to go into too much detail in a public forum, since, I don't know half of you and I'm sure it's going to be some sort of page 6 story that someone wants the rights to but for the sake of writing it for myself.

He asked.

I said yes.

A very special dream of mine came true and it was the best birthday ever.
Only made better by spending it with the man I love.

Thank you. Always.

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There are stockings hung with so much care it's actually mathematical precision.

Presents are wrapped under the tree, most of which were bought weeks ago.

It's well after midnight now.

And so it's not only Christmas, but also my birthday.

I've got a pretty good feeling that tomorrow is going to be a good day.

And hey little half brother, happy birthday to you too. (Even though this isn't technically your birthday and is just when we celebrate it.)

Dec. 19th, 2013


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Greetings from Bora Bora, suckers. )

Dec. 14th, 2013


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Fairly certain I had one of those dreams everyone talks about. Either that or I'm just having extremely odd dreams now.

I was a nurse at a hospital back home and watching over some coma patients; however, I had started seeing these coma patients outside of the hospital when I knew that was impossible. I took photos of them with my cell phone to try and show the doctors, but before that happened I was told to take a break. I was also dating this Scottish girl named Amy and I ran into her in the park with this man who called himself The Doctor. I don't know what he was supposedly the doctor of, but Amy seemed to know him and it turned out that there was an alien race orbiting the Earth, looking for another alien. In the end, The Doctor defeated the aliens or got them to leave or something and that was that.

Oh and I also found the phone from my dreams next to my current phone. Is that also a thing that happens? Mad dreams and random objects showing up? How is that even possible?

Dec. 10th, 2013


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Mystery is solved. I lived through the werewolf bite.

Those dreams are - I don't even know anymore.

When my teeth come out now, my eyes change with them. This is not a good look for me.

Dec. 8th, 2013


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This is the only Christmas song I actually really like.



That said, the Youth Orchestra Annual Holiday Concert is next Sunday, December 15 at 7pm.

Please come. It will be a lovely time, and there's going to be refreshments and such at intermission and afterwards. This year we've managed to put together a variety of songs that we shouldn't all be completely sick of...mostly. There's some standard stuff in there, of course, but we've managed to finally win the fight to please not do Jingle Bells this year.

Also, this will be my last concert with the Youth Orchestra, so I'd extra appreciate it if you'd all come out.

Yours truly ages out officially on Christmas (ah, the wonders of a holiday birthday,) and come spring I'll be sitting auditions for chairs at the grown up musical table as my brother-in-law so helpfully stated. (He then revised his statement to Big Boy Musical Chairs and about fell over laughing at his own joke. I'm pretty sure he's going to make an excellent father some day. The humor's already right there.)

And even then, if you'd like to see just me play (or a duet with a lovely pianist depending on the time of night and which lovely pianist it is,) you can find both my violin and me Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights at Lux. [website link]

But seriously, come to the concert. It'll be an emotional night for me with the group I've spent the past eight years or so with.

Dec. 5th, 2013


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[Filtered away from Elena]

This year I have to do some Christmas shopping. Usually I'm a one stop shopper, you know, bottles for every occasion.

So now I have to pick out something that is absolutely perfect. I don't even know. It's foreign ground. No wonder people get so crazy this time of year.

Nov. 29th, 2013


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I don't really want to talk about yesterday.

Today, however, I'm considering starting a sitcom called Four Angels and a Hunter.

Some highlights include:

Dean and Gabriel fighting over the kitchen.
Dean attempting to be territorial of said kitchen and actually growling at Gabriel, before it was pointed out to him that it's not his kitchen and he doesn't get to claim it.
Our host hiding in his office and wearing his reading glasses while he pretended absolutely none of this was going on downstairs.
That one time someone threw blackberries at someone else's head because someone was monopolizing the stove and snarling obscenities.
The great stealing of Castiel's book.
Finding out why Gabriel got into candy-making somewhere during Castiel's impromptu lecture on how the insurance system actually works from an economic standpoint.
The reading glasses.
The way Castiel watches Dean
A narration in the style of Richard Attenborough of the mating habits of Hunters. (side note: I'm still not sure about Dean's alleged plumage, but whatever.)
Indignant angelic feather ruffling
The reading glasses.

And most importantly, spending time with family even though this is a new family for me and not everyone could stay for the whole time. It was far better today than any Thanksgiving I've had before. I'm beginning to get the idea that this is exactly what things should be like, and I'm glad to have all of them, and a good number of you as well.

Nov. 28th, 2013


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I agreed to spend proper thanksgiving at my parents' since my brother and his husband aren't coming over to take over the kitchen until tomorrow.

I should probably note that this is the first time I'll have seen them since they kicked me out.

Nervous is a bit of an understatement. I think I might throw up. I'm not sure how to approach this.

I should have asked if I was allowed to bring a guest, too. I think I might just show up with one anyway.

This is awful.

I can't tell you how many suits I've put on and then taken off again. It's like I want to make the best impression I can, to prove that I'm far better off without their toxic influence, but none of them feel quite good enough or like they're giving the wrong idea and I just...I don't know.

It's getting harder and harder to focus, and I can feel my feathers ruffling and my wings are kind of twitchy. I might make a run to Paris before at least, or somewhere in Italy. If I show up with a decent bottle of wine, but that might not matter either. They might just wonder how exactly I got it in the first place when really I'm just trying to be polite or...ugh.

Nov. 10th, 2013


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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.

Nov. 8th, 2013


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Yes, because of all the possible things that could have physically manifested from my dreams, a fast food uniform is exactly what I needed. Completely useful, thank you. Really.

Oct. 9th, 2013


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Heyyyy! You know what time it is?

Well, you should. You’re on a computer or phone, and it’s got a clock on it. Don’t look at me like that, it’s definitely your fault for being curious enough to wonder.

… I was going to say something. It seemed important.

Hm.

Oh! Right.

I think we should really have a discussion about the majesty of the platypus. You start!

Oct. 7th, 2013


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Good news: The Apocalypse was cancelled.

Bad news: My brothers are fighting again.

Related: If anyone on here happens to be named Adam Milligan, I'm so, so sorry.

Sep. 29th, 2013


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It's times like these that I am so grateful for all that I have. I very nearly lost my daughter recently, but she is alive and well and I couldn't be happier.

It makes me realize what a short time I've had with her, and how rich these past few years have been. I did not realize what I was missing until she came into my life. I would not give up a moment of that.

I suppose I'm a little nostalgic, due to recent events and the closeness of her eighteenth birthday. Thank you for indulging me.

Sep. 15th, 2013


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As someone once allegedly said:

Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Sep. 4th, 2013


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It's harder than I thought to be back.

They're baiting me. Just saying things to get a reaction and I have to force myself to be the better man. To relearn how to ignore them when it seems as though I can do nothing but hear. I'm learning not to listen half so well, but it's still hard.

It feels impossible.

The worst is the ones who saw more than they should have. Only two so far, but they keep looking at me like I should be more than what I am, like they're expecting some great proclamation from on High.

I hate this.

Can I be done with school now?

It was better when I was just that artistic, probably homosexual kid from whom everyone copied their math homework.

Aug. 29th, 2013


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So, school starts on Tuesday. I can't help but be excited about it, and, to be honest, a little nervous for reasons that I won't go into right now.

I've started a new job playing the occasional violin accompaniment at an establishment that might well pay for my college education (should that ever be a path I decide to pursue,) but at least is doing something that I genuinely love. It's a wonderful opportunity and I'm very grateful to have it.

I suppose I ought to note that I've started dreaming. Is there some kind of party to be had for it? A celebration of the utter end of normalcy, perhaps?

Regardless, I've dreamt up to the Resurrection and the subsequent word from On High that Earth is a no-fly zone and that transgressors will be unmade or cast out.

I am Good, and so I will not Question or Rebel, but I am pretty sure that there are a handful of others in that life who are, I suppose the best word for it is weary, of Imagination being limited to technically one plane of existence even if there are near infinite other ones that make up the whole. I'm certain that Joshua is about ready to politely kick me out of the Garden.

But such is life, sometimes. I have been reading a lot, trying to teach myself more Spanish and some Mandarin that perhaps I might Listen better, though I've been told that knowledge of languages will come with time. It would seem that I am to gain knowledge of absolutely everything else before I can understand more than language(s-ish) I know in my waking hours.

And by knowledge of everything else, I mean I have to learn how to tune out more than just prayers now, and I truly didn't need to know what she thinks about me.

Having both school and work to focus on will be helpful. I am looking forward to it. Perhaps the return to my peer group and a more structured environment will help me keep the focus I need to make it through all this unscathed (or as much as possible.)

Aug. 17th, 2013


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Sometimes I feel like the dreams make us grow old too fast. And I just don't mean we kids, I mean all of us. I know my father's been sleeping poorly, and sometimes I think the lines in his face are more pronounced after he has those dreams.

Have we ever thought about just having a big party? Just renting a huge space so we can all dance and complain at the same time? I'm sure it's a terrible idea, but I don't know. Just putting it out there.

Aug. 16th, 2013


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My mom says I need to make more friends so --
That's lame, don't start like that.


Is anyone else looking forward to school starting this year?

Aug. 10th, 2013


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Do you ever have someone come into your work and then really hope they come in again even though you know you work in a mall food court and that person just doesn't seem the type to frequent the mall at all ever?

That was distressingly specific, wasn't it?

Youth Orchestra/Symphony/Whatever We Are Right Now rehearsal tonight should be a decent enough distraction. I do so enjoy Vivaldi.

If anyone is curious this is what we're working on tonight and have been for the last both too long and not long enough.

Aug. 7th, 2013


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I've seen a lot of things around here particularly recently. Hearing about people being pulled out of their bodies and shoved into someone else's is very distressing.

I'm sorry that people have been violated like this.

If you would like an empathetic ear, let me know. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I'm more than willing to be there to listen if you need it. I just wish I could fix it for you.

Aug. 4th, 2013


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Oh dear, the summer really does go by fast doesn't it?

I'm actually kind of looking forward to going back to school. It's been a very long summer trying to keep myself going studying. It gets hard, you know, managing all that without some sort of instructor guiding you properly or at all, really given that it's summer.

Father has a new book going to print in a few weeks, and I'm rather excited for him even if it does mean that he'll be going on tour again and I'll have the house to myself for far, far too long. It gets empty. Don't get me wrong, I'm pleased that they trust me enough to leave me unsupervised for long periods of time, but I do wish we could get a cat.

Sadly, mother's allergic, and even if she isn't home all that much she'd still know. I tried once to keep a kitten hidden in my room when I was little. It turns out that I'm not very good at hiding things like that. Important things, sure, but not that.

The good news about the book tour and mother's increased workload means that at some point soon I will, perhaps, be getting a car so as to more easily fend for myself. I'm sure they'll forget, but that's okay. I've been taking public transit long enough to be able to manage. Besides, I'm young and my legs are strong. I can walk or ride my bike if needs must. Still, a car would be exciting, wouldn't it?