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I really.. I miss my friends. They can usually help me in my cases. I feel so stressed out and I wish Frank was here.

I just.... I haven't had any cases this past week or so. The break is nice, but solving mysteries is something I love to do.

Don't really feel like myself when I'm not working.

Anyone know a good way of dealing with nightmares?

I don't normally get them, it's just... it's hard to explain.

I got my private detective license, next is securing a space for an office. I just wish my friends were here. And Frank

Okay......... Ned and I break up and then I don't even get to finish solving the case?!

Nancy Drew, can someone help me out?

Doing surveillance is what I love to do, but all of a sudden it's turned boring.

So, I've been sixteen since Wednesday now, and been getting ready for a couple of pretty serious auditions and composition theory has been seriously kicking my ass, and it's not, you know, eighteen or anything, but I DID want to kind of show off and tell you a little about my actual birthday itself.

So, I get to my quartet workshop Wednesday morning, and our prof informs me my family dropped my stuff off early. And I have no idea what's going on, because I've got my case in my hand, right? Still, I go over to my locker and I find something totally fucking amazing in there.

( I think this is when you say to tag my porn )


S/he's absolutely the most beautiful non-human creature I have ever seen, and prettier than all but one real girl I've ever seen and we are madly in love with each other already.

I also have an amazingly snakey bow because my godfather is pretty awesome, thank you, Uncle Marius, and my little sister got us manicures because she knows me far too well and yeah. Pretty amazing day really.

Guess who wound up grounded for the Christmas holidays and probably into the next at least a couple months?

It was completely worth it, and yes, Pere, Dad, and Enjolras, I am quite proud of myself, thank you for inquiring.

The first battle is fought and won, and long as the war is likely to be going on, I will continue fighting, and, so far, winning.

It's almost as if they've forgotten who's daughter I am, and the fact they kind of played straight into my hands here.

I can live with what's happened and of course I do not hate them, or anything like that. In fact, my dads are usually pretty great, and I still love them and everything. It's just that something more important than their wants and needs came up, and I had to stand up for mine. If it means drawing lines in the sand, then there's my line and I'm happy enough to keep it there.

I am sorry I manipulated Uncle Marius into my plan, because it put him in a tough position, but other than that, I don't regret any of this for a second, even knowing what the outcome is. Disappointing my parents is one thing, but there has to be a point I take care of myself too.

I got my PI license, so I can start taking cases. I really am glad that I passed the test, solving mysteries is really my thing.

Hey.... it's Nancy. I thought you might want to go out.

Well, I think I've gotten the hang of this technology thing. I think. I miss my friends, too. And Frank. And of course my dad and Hannah. I just hope they're okay back home.

These newfangled contraptions are so hard to work. But this ereader thing is actually pretty cool. I like that I can have all of these books, and apparently something called "fanfictions" on it and I can read anywhere. But of course, I still love actual books, too.

Well.

This week officially sucks.

I'm reasonably sure fate's got it out for this family.

I need fake champagne. And Debussy.

...And maybe Starship Troopers.


That said, if you were in the hospital and severely dehydrated and in too much pain to be kept awake long at all, what would you want somebody to bring you?

Okay. Since when is it possible to drag people places seemingly magically? Can anyone tell me where I am?