“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh


I am grateful to share and control YOUR dreams again, and not be tormented with my own.....

Instead of having a dream about the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, I had a dream about the Michelin Man.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quick, someone tell me a scary story!

[Wolf Family]
I can't walk into anyone's dreams. I guess I can deal with that. NOT REALLY.... But...

...

I had a dream about good things. Disney bunnies hopping around good. I had a dream about a girl. I don't do that. I'm going crazeeeeeee. HELP?!

[Morpheus, Phantasos]
Can either of you walk through dreams? Do you still have that? If so, do either of you have your power right now?

"We should test for these things, and maybe even try and find a way to identify what makes a person become an incarnate. Is there some gene? If two incarnates reproduce will they breed true, making another incarnate? These are the important issues, things people need to know."

So. He wants to use us as human guinea pigs?

It seems like I forgot my notes in the Muddy Waters Cafe on Saturday. If anyone has them, I would be grateful if you could return them. They are rather important.

[Filter: family]

Sage, Night and I were talking about going to the movies together a while back. Would you like to come with us and if yes, do you know what's on?

So we're all telling the truth. I'm not quite sure why this is such a big deal. If you don't want to say something, close your damn mouth. Problem solved. But sure. Why not? Ready for some cosmic truth, people? I'll even categorize the experience for you.

Facts of Life:

• A group of jellyfish is called a smack. There are legitimately smacks of jellyfish awkwardly bobbing around the ocean. Smacking. Engaging in smackly pursuits.
• Sometimes I'm just really glad to have tits. I mean, it could've gone either way, considering my mythological pedigree. But yeah, feeling very pleased with the gender selection this time around. Immensely fond. My legs are pretty much all 32 Flavors of delicious, let's just state it for the record. Damn things should be insured.
• Other times I sit around and read your filtered messages. Not because I'm overtly interested in the sordid, secret details of your everyday lives, but because I get bored easily and it's more interesting than bad romance novels. And, anyway, my momma tells me that reading harlequin novels gives a woman a skewed idea of interpersonal dynamics and how relationships actually work.
• And while I'm on relationships? My mother apparently sends cookies for relationship milestones. Two months is snickerdoodles. I'm banking on toffee for three.

Things I Don't Understand:

• Why we're all consistently surprised every month when some variety of weird shit ends up happening to a percentage of the campus population. Seriously. We should be beyond this by now. Weird shit happens. Deal with it, eat it, stab it, or just blatantly ignore it.
• What's the statute of limitations on being considered godly enough to be reincarnated? Is it based on length of worship? On strength of religious devotion? If so, can I believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster hard enough that he'll be reborn?
• Who invented the blowjob? I mean, seriously. Let's just think this over for a minute. I want to know who the hell woke up one morning and was like: You know what I'm going to do today? I'm going to suck a dick. I'm not objecting to the practice in the slightest - but, really. Who was it?

Now you just have to decide if I'm saying true things because I have to, or if I have no such obligations and am playing some sort of 'Truths and a Lie' Game with myself. Ask me shit. Let's see if I answer.

[Paxton didn't expect fanfare, didn't think he'd get pampered like a king, but he had expected more. He always expected more. But every single time, she let him down just enough to wonder why he kept coming back. Maybe there was just something about boys and their mothers — Emilie sure didn't have the same problem. Maybe it was just him and his mother. She expected more from him.

Neither of them did much more than talk about what was happening in their lives since the last time they saw each other. They spent a day walking around town, and they went out to eat at a chain restaurant where she looked at him disapprovingly when he started on his third beer. He did work on a few house projects for her, albeit slowly since he hated manual labor. And she tutted each time he said he was on a break. Then, well, she just thanked him. There was also a short awkward hug when he left, but that was it.

There was something to be said about a mother forgetting her child's birthday.]


TOMORROW! TOMORROW! I'M BEING BLOWN UP TOMORROW! IT'S ONLY A DAY A-WAY!

I feel antsy.


[ooc: totally before the event...]

@#$%##@!!@#%^& BATMAN!!!!!!

"There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something."
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, Ch. 4

Filter: Morpheus and Phobetor
When are we all getting together????


Filter: Pasithea, Nyx, Erebus, Hypnos

Are any of you here??? I'm Phantasos, or Sage Zen in this life...

One of the advantages of working in the grocery store is that I can make people feel guilty they buy so much crap. One day a rather...sturdy woman, shall we say, had her shopping cart full of sweets, chips and coke and even wondered why I shot nasty looks at her. What did she think I would do? Hug her because she was about to kill herself and her family?
Is it really that hard to eat an apple a day? Or maybe an apple a week as a start?
I'm absolutely not surprised that people on earth get fatter and fatter...although I have to admit I find it kind of sad it is like that. I wanted to yell at that woman so badly, but I suppose that would have costed me my job and I don't want that to happen. I like shooting nasty looks at unreasonable persons.

In this note: I'm Dawn.

HELLO ONCE AGAIN MONTE U.!!! My name is Sage Zen Chamberlain, yes that's my real name, and yes a few people picked on me when I was younger, but I actually quite like my name, and wouldn't want an average name like Tom, Richard, or Harold or anything like that. When someone yells Sage in a crowd, at least five other people don't lift their heads up!!!

I'm from Ireland, Dublin to be exact, moved here when I was 16, which was about 10 years ago. I'm getting my PhD for literature, particularly fantasy.

“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then. ”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


PS, you can also call me Phantasos

Hello MNU! Let's see if I do this right. Before I write a thing, I'd like to preface this all by saying I have signed 10 petitions today and am quite pleased with myself.

Now, I am:

✿ Hedone Okay not yet Justine!
✿ 22!
✿ in graduate school for English!
✿ from Dublin! but have been in England these last years
✿ new! Please be gentle. ♥

[filter; asta & marilyn]
Um... surprise! Don't be angry, okay?

I had a dream last night I was a contestant on Cupcake Wars. Now I really want a cupcake.

This is annoying. Really? Everyone is already drunk?

Classless.

After a week off from school it felt weird having to come back. I had a lot of fun though, and I did the following:

+ Went on a road trip with my girlfriend. During the road trip we did the following.

+ Went searching for Big Foot. We found him, but it turned out to be his brother, Medium Foot.
+ Tried the world's hottest salsa. My insides caught fire, I passed out, and had a dream that I was Empinogooni the god of ponds.
+ Got into a highspeed chase; drove off a cliff. We both died, and went to Heaven.

So now I am a ghost, and I am haunting you all!

highlight of my vay-cay in spain:

can't sleep. dreams will eat me. can't sleep. oh god. stop the butter from eating my toes!

I HAVE FOUND MY SPIRIT ANIMAL.



omg i want this dog. i want it so bad. i have never wanted a dog before but if i had one this would be the dog for me.

How much does original lives matter now? Like, do you still consider your spouse still your spouse? Are you children still your children? Parents? Siblings? Do they mean anything to you now?

On a less philosophical note, I finished my dress sketch that I'm going to make this semester. Yay! :D

I just spent way too much money on the Barney's website.

To whoever pushed open my door without knocking this morning;

Thank you for helping me reevaluate my so-called 'open door' policy. If I ever find out who you are and how much you saw, we'll be having a serious sit-down. I know it was a dude, since I don't know any chicks with voices that low, but in the rush to yank on my shirt I didn't get a good enough look to confirm any details other than 'taller than me' (which could be most any guy in the dorms).

Whoever you are, if you 'fess up I promise to make you eat these Mardi Gras beads gently.

Yours,
Aria

Totally not how I wanted to start my day...