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Jun. 11th, 2014


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Ended up getting one of those weird dreams people post about so often.

Nibelheim sucks.

Jun. 7th, 2014


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I find it a bit odd that no one yesterday seemed to comment on it being the seventieth anniversary of D-Day. Though, I suppose what really boggles the mind is that in a few months it will be a hundred years since the start of the first world war. It seems like much longer than that, doesn't it.

In any case, it is a good opportunity for reflection over the past century and how our world's been shaped.

May. 26th, 2014


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An object landed on my beach last night. I moved it into my study. It's a hammer and there appears to be Norse runes on it. I've spent my entire morning trying to translate them.

May. 25th, 2014


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Ah, California. It's been many years since I've been on this side of America, though I must say that I spent most of that time in San Francisco and not here in Orange County. I am quite happy at the prospect of spending an extended amount of time here.

My name, as I'm certain it's considered standard to introduce oneself, is Max Eisenhardt. I am a professor and will be teaching at UCI come fall. I feel perhaps there aren't many on this network my age, but I do like to keep up with the times. If one does not embrace progress then one will find themselves quickly out of touch, after all. I do wonder perhaps if some of my prospective students are here?

May. 19th, 2014


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I don't understand that new reality/dating/whatever show, I Wanna Marry Harry. These woman don't realize that isn't actually Prince Harry? Has anyone else seen the commercials for this show? I just don't get it.

May. 7th, 2014


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If wearin' eighteen pounds of black leather in the middle of sunny goddamned california is wrong, I don't want to be right.

May. 3rd, 2014


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Hi, Valarnet! For you new people, I thought I should introduce myself. I'm Penelope Garcia (you can call me either name, I'll respond to either!) and I'm your resident tech goddess.

Also, I blatantly ship all of you. Whether you want me to or not. Sorry, not sorry.

SO. I'mma play lonely hearts here and help all you singles find people who're ready to mingle! Single folks, reply down here, and we'll get you mashed the hell up. It'll be scandalous fun!

Seriously, scandalous fun. )

Or send me cat gifs.

I'm bored waiting for my boyfriend to get off of work. :(

Apr. 22nd, 2014

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I'm apparently not supposed to use my 'free time' to organize my things. I'm not sure what else to do with a day off. What should be done with it then?

Apr. 21st, 2014

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Gud i himmelen! I thought the drivers in San Francisco were bad, but I have almost been thrown off my bike three times in the last week by Los Angeles motorists! Ladies and gentlemen, do please remember that if you are a car driver, there are those of us who ride motorcycles and scooters that share the road with you!

Ugh, I am still shaking.

Apr. 11th, 2014


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So this little ball of fur is called Leroy Jenkins.

Cut for Image, Open to All )

Apr. 6th, 2014

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How very odd! Last night I dreamt of being the Sif. Lady Sif, the goddess. For those of you who don't know, Sif is a warrior goddess of the Norse. In myth she was the lover of Thor Oh good lord and defender of Asgard, which is like the Greek Olympus. It was enjoyable, having the friendship of gods and being such a beauty!

Mar. 27th, 2014


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I had the most amazing dreams last night.

Mar. 19th, 2014

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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.

Mar. 18th, 2014


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That might have been a bit too wild an adventure. The whole world is made of pain. Why is the coffee so far away. How is it I'm able to type on my phone so accurately when the screen's light is trying to kill me?

Curse word, curse word. At least I had fun last night.

[Will, Raquel]
You guys alright?

Mar. 16th, 2014

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Hello and god dag to everyone. My name is Sif Magnusdottir; I'm a vice consul at the Norwegian consulate in San Francisco. I've been asked to visit this area to scout out sites for a future mission in Los Angeles, and I'll be staying for some time, so I have decided to put down (at least temporary) roots. I look forward to meeting you all.

Apr. 19th, 2013


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I've come here for advice again, Valarnet, after having done something terrible, immature and insulting the other day and having no idea how to begin to make up for it. Essentially, I acted in anger and dishonored my friends, all of the sacrifices they have made in this world, and the last one from the dreams, dishonored our cause, and everything that matters most in it. I acted in anger, throwing out a very sacred phrase, alluding to a very sacred principle sarcastically. It is a cause that I, and that those who mean the most to me take very seriously.

I was upset and had given into anger after trying to explain myself in a private commentary and keeping my cool through the whole exchange, but that is no excuse for what I've done and how I may have hurt my friends in doing so. I not only used the phrase in a fight, but used them in front of someone who is not one of us and does not understand, giving her ammunition, if she seeks it, against our cause, that she might use.

This dishonor, this gross and terrible disrespect, and failure before the things that I hold dear, before my brothers, cannot stand, but I've no idea how to start the reparations process. How does one apologize for rash words used in anger that should have taken a much cooler head and hand to form, particularly when you've managed it for the entirety of the rest of the comment and post? How does one go about even starting to try, besides begging forgiveness and hoping they are not found lacking?

I would welcome suggestions, yes.

Apr. 17th, 2013


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Well, I'm Back, He Said ((Title would be blocked from non punctured Tolkiens))


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It does take severe shock to wake you up from some things, doesn't it? I've spent the last couple of days in 1832 land again, and I can't say that I minded it. I find that I think clearer when I'm in that mindset, that I write better, that I am closer to who I am supposed to be. I get that it is hardly good for me to be in the mindset of my last life all the time and badly affects some processes, but in others, it is weirdly...comforting, I guess is the right way to put it. I have such a hard time feeling safe or secure as I am right now. I think that knowing who I was and what I could do then have been a big help in making me feel that way when right now, today, I have no clue what I'm doing. tldr, no cut for characters )

In other news, I missed the internship I had applied for, largely due to distance and relocation issues, according to the letter, but I suspect to better candidates if we're going to be honest about it. There were a lot of us. I can't feel bad. I'm disappointed but it was sort of a snowball's chance anyway, and besides that, a sister organization will be opening up on this coast in the next few months, and they'll be taking hires. My info has been passed along, and I've sent out a resume, and several of my pieces to be looked over, and considered. It's not the DC branch, by any means, but it is still a chance to tell the truth and to let others see it, and to help in my own way. We'll see if that goes through or not, but here's to hoping for it anyway.

Hope seems so strange as a concept just right now, doesn't it?

Apr. 10th, 2013


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Hey, Valarnet.

So, thanks a lot for the suggestions and help a few days ago. I'm not exactly sure what all's going to go down, but you know, the whole reaching out for help thing when you really need it and actually getting responses that are thoughtful and helpful? It makes me feel a whole lot better about my friend and the stuff that's going on with him, pissed as he is that I told the internet, and our other best friend has gone over to stay with him so they can both support each other.

unconscious self injury discussion ) so, long story short, I'm staying with my incredible boyfriend and my amazing future in-laws for a little while, til I can start getting put back together.

No classes for the week or rehearsals or even fencing since I'm supposed to be working on pulling out of my own personal crisis point, according to the hotline that I called to get advice for me. I'm not sure how I feel about letting so many people down. It's kind of hard to just go with it, but I AM going to the doctor tomorrow to at least start addressing some of this. So far, as low stress as it is, as great as Jehan's been with everything, I'm still not managing to handle this, but we're going to keep trying and...hopefully somehow something clicks?

Thanks again for all of the support and everything. It really helped me see that I need to get some stuff straightened out too. With any luck, that's going to happen.

Apr. 8th, 2013


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Someone actually got paid to run a study that proved that women prefer men with large penises. (Of course, this was a study of hetero and bisexual women. I can only imagine lesbians would've skewed the study somewhat.)

Speaking as a man who enjoys men, yes. Bigger is better. Everyone knows that. Christ.

And people say my job is pointless.

Apr. 6th, 2013


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Hypothetical Question:


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If your friend told you that another friend was disassociating pretty heavily, like to the point where you your friend had to jump into their face and slap them until they remembered where they were and what was going on, and they suspected this has happened more than once...

What would you do about it, Valarnet? What kind of help would you suggest they get? Does anybody here know anybody who works with stuff like that? I'd appreciate info I could maybe pass on?

Apr. 3rd, 2013


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The thing that sucks about suddenly losing your job, right after you'd given notice that you're starting something better is that the next night, you're still finding yourself doing work hours, even though they're completely fucking insane.

Okay, so back up a little? Last night I go to hand in my notice. Mark, the guy on doors was actually kind of glad about it. Hates how I keep charging comp drinks to his tab, but everybody else was mourning for me, dammit. Mourning and they'd started planning my goodbye party, and which of the patrons we were going to invite when, not two hours later, we get a knock at the back door.

The health inspectors came again, and THIS time, the first one under the new name with new paperwork drawn up and every step taken to avoid leaving a papertrail, they shut us down for kitchen violations, bathroom violations, safety hazards on the floor...

Not that this isn't a thing that happens every six months ago at the old Drunk Tank, and not that I wasn't already heading for much greener, saner, pastures, but it was still kind of a bitch, and I don't think I get my party now.


Sometimes you just get the urge to punch stuff, which, on my way out, I definitely did. Hole through the bar they're gonna have fun replacing. At least I liked THAT part of it.

Yeah, Joly, I used those bathrooms and I ate that food. You can start running now. I totally will understand.

Apr. 2nd, 2013


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What in the HELL?

Somehow, in between getting to class and meeting Courf for lunch, I have somehow managed to become dressed in a full on ensemble that appears to date to the Terror. Admittedly, I have very little problems with the advent of the Terror at first, so I don't exactly mind that my sweater's become a very battered, but entirely awesome waistcoat, I have on striped ankle trousers, amazing boots, a battered tricorn hat with a rosette and a red sash at my waist. And they're filthy and my shirt went from tshirt to big billowy white one with huge sleeves.

I look quite a bit like the Ernest duFarge from last spring's Tale of Two Cities of all things. I know my birthday is Bastille Day, but really? Really? This is new.

I...cannot say that this is bad, but it IS strange. Particularly as Courf attempted to swap hats with me, and it didn't work. It IS an interesting distraction, I will grant that. I suppose I am now supposed to storm Los Angeles and drag some of you to the guillotine now? Do we HAVE a working guillotine? I am slightly horrified to ask that and that I'm curious to know, but there we are, I guess?

At least it's hardly a hallucination, as I see from others here. I suppose I can enjoy it then.

Apr. 1st, 2013


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I want to die.


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cut for triggery discussion of pain creating suicidal feels )

Mar. 26th, 2013


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hi valarnet. have some existential angst tldr )

All of those things said, bits of some of my dreams are getting new and interesting details that I did not pick up on the first time through. Is it just me, or Grantaire, is dream you a little bit obsessed with me?

Mar. 25th, 2013


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Locked from Isabela.


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So, if you were going with your live-in boyfriend to a work function of his, and he booked the VIP suite and some massages and spa ... stuff (seaweed wraps had better be code for free sushi), that's romantic, right?

Just making sure the girlfriend won't punch me in the face.

Mar. 23rd, 2013


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[Posted closer to 5:00 AM than 4:00 AM]


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I can't believe I just got done negotiating with the cops that if I tried to shut this party up, they'd go away. I guess the landlord called a couple times because the neighbors bitched and we didn't hear it?

NOW I get to quiet all the stragglers down, which, fuck, I didn't actually want to do, but somehow found myself agreeing anyway.

Tomorrow morning, after I drink a truck's worth of coffee, I'm turning in my adult card. Right now, I get to put my friends and some of THEIR friends to sleep.

Being responsible's a real pain in the ass.

[[COMMENTS ARE NOT WORKSAFE!]]

Mar. 21st, 2013

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I want it on record that while yes, Andre Courfeyrac has a black eye because of me, it was so not on purpose.

Mar. 17th, 2013

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Okay, anybody who comes over to my place? Don't touch the huge double-bladed saber thing that's sitting in a corner of my living room. That apparently I can lift.

Private to Thor: It's Lady Sif's fucking weapon. I may be panicking just a little. I feel stronger, and I can lift the saber. I know it isn't like, the end of the world, but it's scary.

Mar. 16th, 2013

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♫I play in a band, we're the best in the land
We're big in both Chelsea and France
I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar
There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night
'Cause I'm more than a handful, you'll see

oocly cut for language etc. )

Mar. 15th, 2013


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When I tell people that unless they seriously re-evaluate their priorities on the spot, or one of us is heading to jail and one of us to the E.R, they've got to learn that I'm not actually fucking around.

Yeah, I get we're getting coded a whole fucking lot lately, and it's probably gotten around through whatever channels the disgusting douchebag regulars follow, but it still doesn't mean I'm putting up with any of their shit when it gets dangerous or into disrespectful territory. Put your hands on a girl or guy who doesn't want it in my club and your ass is getting booted out I don't give a fuck how much you've sunk into the bar. Put your hands on a guy or girl who doesn't want it in my club and start shit with me when I tell you you're leaving and you're not only getting booted out, your ass is getting kicked.

Waiting around for me until close in the lot across across the street's really cute too if you're pissed but want to avoid part two by jumping me because it usually doesn't work. I'm not gonna say NEVER since I'm not into the tempting fate, but you can be pretty sure I'm still going to kick your ass, and unlike you, I don't have to pull a knife to do it, and can knock it out of your hand before you're really close enough no matter what your deranged, drunken, idiotic ass is thinking.

Bottom line here is don't fuck with people, if you do, you'll have to fuck with me and I'm a little better at the game of fucking up than ninety percent of you assholes who come into this place as sketchy assed as it is and think you're gonna get somewhere. No matter what a dive we are, there's some little playground rules that apply here and you can follow them or get out. Or, like last night, I get to punch you out while singing that song from West Side Story? What the ever loving FUCK?

Hey, network, I'm Bahorel and I get to beat up assholes for a living. What the hell do all of you do?
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accidental voice post

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Mar. 11th, 2013

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Now taking bets on the duel between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. Odds are two to one, favoring Enjolras. Because let's face it, that other kid is kinda twitchy looking.

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I...seem to have accepted an invitation to duel with Courfeyrac. Why have I accepted an invitation to duel with Courfeyrac? Is dueling still illegal? Why am I about to do this while I still feel vaguely shitty? What in hell has my life BECOME exactly?

...I remain...confused.

Mar. 8th, 2013

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Today is International Women's Day. What people don't remember today, in the face of the kind of warm and fuzzy type stuff, is that the day got started because striking female garment workers led a huge protest in New York in 1857. The protest got broken up (violently, of course) but it eventually led to the creation of the first women's labor union. That protest was commemorated by the U.S. Socialist Party as International Women's Day.

So yes. Hug a socialist pinko chick today. :)

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You know how TV always emphasizes the jetlag thing when you're changing coasts on a trip? I think it's safe to say that yeah, that's pretty much an Enjolras thing now. I got into DC yesterday, checked out a couple of things before I went to check in and then ran out again because it's not like I was gonna be getting much sleep.

Given how much I sleep anyway, it's not like that's a major shock here, but it's still weird. I keep feeling like it's so much earlier than it actually is, and the whole nerves before the interview thing weren't helping. That said, now that it's over, it actually went...pretty well I think. I'm not sure if they're going to want someone more local for this thing since it requires a couple office days a week and all and they might want someone who doesn't have to deal with relocating for the short term, but...Reporters Without Borders is amazing and they do great work and I'd be willing to do it, and thrilled if they pick me for this internship.

I mean, it's all pretty up in the air as far as this stuff goes, but I'm kinda excited anyway. I get that it's probably NOT going to happen because there are huge, huge numbers of people trying to get in, not just journalists, and it's a chance to do amazing work and help a lot of people in the process but they did seem to like me, which has to give me some points, and there's that slim little chance that I'm hoping works out.


With that all said and done, while I'm here, does anybody want anything before I head home tomorrow night? I'm hitting a couple of the museums later today and did the Mall yesterday, and had an amazing vendor sausage, which, by the way, Joly, still alive, but yeah if anyone actually would like, I don't know, tshirts or mugs or some crap, let me know while I'm still around, will you?

Okay, off to keep on playing tourist. And find lunch. From a cart. Because I can.

Mar. 7th, 2013


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Today is LaMarque's birthday! Well, not the real LaMarque, but my LaMarque.

That is, today was my cat's birthday, and we had a bit of a party. He got a new collar and a catnip mouse, and Courfeyrac brought over tuna with a candle in it.

He's prancing around like the king of everything, very pleased with himself.

LaMarque, not Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac does that anyway.

 

Feb. 28th, 2013


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I'm joining you in dream land, my friends! Last night I had the most marvelous dream, and all of our little group was in it (aside from Cosette, I'm so sorry!). We were discussing politics quite passionately, and melting down silver and sewing flags and little red white and blue things to wear on our hats and vests and it was all very lovely. Very moving.

And it reminded me that not too long ago, I found this red material in my closet while I was looking for my sewing things. It was three pieces of red fabric, half stitched together, so I thought perhaps I'd used it to practice making my handstitching neater? But now I think it's a sign!

I was originally going to use it to make a vest, but after Enjolras's post, I don't think it's meant for that. I think it's meant for us.

I thought, since some of us are a little hesitant about tattoos, I could get some similarly coloured red elastic fabric and make bracelets for us! We could wear them to events and protests and things, or just around to show camaraderie.

As to the red fabric, I'm going to finish sewing it together and hang it on my wall, I think. It seems to precious to do anything else with.

Feb. 27th, 2013


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Today, I am a criminal. ( TW: Rabies in comments)


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I have no idea why I am admitting this on a public forum, where it will probably come back to bite me in the ass later, but I'm already composing a piece for one of the blogs anyway, so hell with it, the valarnet can know these personal details about my life.

Today, I stole something from a job. As in, I went out to the site I was investigating, did my poking around, and interviewing and snapped some secret photos, then I found something I needed to take out of there, slid it up my coat sleeve, and booked it out of there.

With any luck, they're never gonna notice, even when I blow the lid on the bastards this week.

worth it? worth it. )

...Holy shit what do I do with it?

Feb. 26th, 2013


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In light of everyone who has gotten objects from their dreams, I would like to join those ranks. I woke up this morning to find a flag draped around my shoulders. A red flag, riddled with bullet holes, tears, and what's very possibly bloodstains. I recognize this flag from when it was flying at our barricade, when it caught the light of the torches as we waited for the dawn, and spent our last night together, when I couldn't bring myself to go to them, my brothers.

I had too much else to do, despite wanting to tell them everything, and I've done my best to tell them here and since then, but it's hardly been easy for me. Maybe my flag is a reminder I should take this time more often. At any rate, it's gone up on my wall where I can look at and remember it and what I am.

So there's that to think of, and remember and keep me moving forward in this lifetime, toward whatever change that we can manage. It's a good reminder not to get complacent in this life, and not to back down from the things that matter most. I won't be making that mistake again.

Feb. 24th, 2013


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So network!

...You guys aren't going to believe what fell out of my bag when I got to Cosette's Dad's, seriously. Yeah, I was persuaded into leaving the hookah shop at last to go and crash there where it's safe because Cosette's Dad is awesome that way. So anyway, I swear it wasn't there when I grabbed my bag to go on over, but when I got in, and had set my stuff down, my hat, seriously MY hat, not the ones that I own now, but the one from my dreams was spilling out and what was there to do but put it on?

We have not, and will not be separated again, despite the fact I'm wearing jeans with it just now. Is it possible to miss something that didn't even become important to you until you dreamed about it being one of your constants?

Because, yeah. That's where I am, I'm never taking it off again, and weird as all this crap actually is, I'm happy, we're together, and Cosette's Dad and Combeferre's Mom are really, really great and don't hate me. Everybody's parents usually hate me except Jehan's, including MINE and this is actually kind of fun in a weird way.

So, I want to have a movie marathon while we're all here. Recommendations for the netflix queue?


Also Cosette's Dad, sorry if I freaked you out by hugging you or anything. Just a reflex, really!

Feb. 23rd, 2013


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Times like this make me happy I'm a hermit and that I'm not the only one seeing things.

Feb. 22nd, 2013

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Right, maybe I won't go to work for a while. I think I'll just stay here and scream at the people on TLC. (Really, I think if you're on a TLC show, they should give you part of your pay in the form of tuition to some sort of educational program. Lord.)

Feb. 21st, 2013

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Is it too cliche to simply state Curiouser and curiouser?

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Holy Shit.

I feel like David After Dentist or something. Is this REAL life? Cause I'm not totally convinced this isn't some kind of mass hallucination. I mean, shit, did we end up all ODing on something last night? I'd be remembering that, right?

And I mean, honestly, what the hell kind of thing causes this? It's like some kind of hookah shop on steroids.

Hookah. Hookah is an excellent idea right now. Anybody else want to join me while I cut my last class and go ahead and find some. Might as well see if it makes this shit better, right?
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I would seriously like some assurances that I'm not going insane. Cause I'm fairly sure the UCLA stadium, which I can see from my window, is not actually made of fucking bluegrass and mushrooms.

Feb. 19th, 2013


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Attention valarnet. Since Enjolras has yet again done something asstastic to me, and seems to be feeling appropriately guilty, and because *I* feel really guilty for provoking it, and being immature about something that's really important, and that really matters, we've got a LOT of tension floating around in the cyberspace between us. We're probably gonna be worse in public until we've gotten the air all cleared.

My proposal? Make Out Session!

Feb. 18th, 2013

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I wanted to call off work today as I think I got about an hour of sleep, but it's not really a good enough reason. Still. I think I got some of those dreams that people are talking about. The hell is in the water around here?

I dreamt that I was the Sif - like, from Norse mythology. Not uncommon, I figure, but it was SO real. So vivid that I looked around my room when I woke up and wondered why it wasn't snowing like in Jotunheim. Thor and Loki were my friends. I dreamed I had blonde hair, and Loki cut it off to make me and Thor fight, and I cried and cried.

Anybody have any leads on what's making these dreams all weird? Or any espresso they can bring me?

Feb. 15th, 2013


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I've bought an Earl Grey scented candle.

Also possibly some bergamot cologne.

Send help.

Feb. 14th, 2013

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It would appear that Valentine's Day is in full swing. I saw a great many flowers, balloons and chocolates going in and out of City Hall today. Does a heart good to see it.

I hope everyone has a very enjoyable one.

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Obviously, I didn't grow up under a rock in a country that celebrates Valentine's Day or anything like that, but I really fail to understand the point of it. Do people really feel this need to set a single day aside to let their loved ones know they love them? Does the purchase of mass quantities of chocolate, furry plush animals and those tiny printed cards really represent the love that you might feel for someone? Is this meant to be a day during which presents and expensive meals are exchanged for wild, riotous sex, performed in cheap lingerie that no one will wear again after it's over? Are we really that sort of a society to push that kind of thing above all else?

I don't mean to condemn Valentine's Day by any means, if it makes others happy, and I don't mean to sound as if i'm judging. I don't mean to begrudge anyone their happiness, but I simply...fail to understand it, in the same way I fail to understand a lot of things: professional sports, corporate bookstores, Olive Garden, the way that miniature candy bars are considered the 'fun' size...


I digress, but really, I'm confused.