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I can hear again!

That is all, carry on.

Does anybody know sign language? I know basics, like the alphabet and a few generic signs, but...I need to learn. Cas is...he's deaf, and I could learn from the computer, but a real person would be best, if anyone's willing to help?

Okay, who brought me here? Because I really don't have time for this little joke.

So, I'm just curious.

How many of you would go back to where you came from, if you had the choice?

You know, I'm not sure what it is about being a father that makes you re-evaluate everything that's ever happened in your life. These past few weeks, I've been laying in bed, unable to sleep, thinking back over my life. And it hasn't really been a good one. I've seen - and done - so many terrible things. And I can't help wondering...

How do I explain these things to Aidan?

When he's old enough to ask questions, how do I explain to him that his dad's killed more than a dozen people, for the sake of entertainment? How can I explain Panem accurately to someone who's never had to live there, who doesn't understand what the Capitol can do?

And the other things. The things the Capitol did to me after I won. Obviously I can't tell him those things until he's an adult. But should I tell him at all? Is that something he needs to know? Or will he just think badly of me?

There are so many things in my past that I'm not proud of. But I can't just avoid them. I don't want Aidan to find these things out some other way.

I don't know. It's late. I should probably sleep. I just...I'm terrified. I'm terrified that my son will grow up to hate me when he hears what I've done. And I don't want it to be like that.

I am now among the car driving populace. I got my 2009 Dodge Charger back. Electric converted, I'm happy to say.

Requests for test or joy rides with me driving (this is my baby, for however long I'm here!) will be considered if nicely asked.

( Private to Elena Gilbert )

( Private )
And again, and again, and again... I can't help but to wonder everyday, 'Who's next?' It's weird though. This time it's not so sad. Maybe because she knew a different me? I'm not.. a vampire. I'm not that Elena she knew. So hard to process. I don't even know. I should put these thoughts down somewhere else.

( Public )
I hope everyone had a great new years. I made a resolution for once. Haven't done that in awhile. Kind of a secret one though. Did anyone else make interesting ones? Please, distract me.

bright light bright light

I am going skiing. Not right now, of course, but tomorrow.

Does anyone want to come with me?

Um... so I just wanted to say thank you, to everyone, for the messages and - and things. They were all really lovely. it was very sweet of you.

We're all doing okay here -  I think they'll let us come home today or tomorrow, maybe, so... I'll see you all soon, I suppose.

I'm a dad!

Mom and baby are doing great.

I hated Christmas when I was a kid.

My mom was dead, my dad was never around, and my brother...well, let's just say he's grown up a lot since those days.

This year, I have a husband to celebrate with. My brother is here, and I have a beautiful sister-in-law. I have an honorary brother, and I'm surrounded by friends.

That's what Christmas is all about.

Dude, whoever made the Snow-shark-men? Awesome.

Nobody come near me--I am wrangling mistletoe!

I don't mind snow, not really. What I do mind is being freaked out by a ball ornament hanging from a random light fixture who's suddenly decided that it wants to be like the "Elf on the Shelf" and magically report back to Santa.

I don't even know what the "Elf on the Shelf" is.

I have paint in places I didn't know I had places. Namely, the bits of wall above the kitchen cabinets. And apparently down the back of my neck has paint on it as well? But my kitchen is now painted, hurrah.

Arthur, Danny and myself will be moving out of the castle at the weekend. Just so people know.

So. Anyone need a spork?

No reason.


Hey, Dean! Special message from a chick you don't know. Your cutesy sarcasm makes you quirky, therefore you are cute. Whatcha gonna do 'bout it?

Hypothetical question.

If I obliviate all my memories, how successful would I be at assuming the identity of Reggie?

Merry Practice Christmas, yanks. Enjoy your turkey/tofurkey comas.