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Well, now that Easter's over, that bunny can go back to doing what he usually does. Beating the snot out of people!

Honestly, if I saw a six foot rabbit running toward me with nunchucks, I'd probably run too.

YES. IT IS OUR BIRTHDAY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOTICING.

Sleep now, gentle folk. Because you will not be doing it tonight. This was your warning.

I'm back... I guess. I wont ask if anyone missed me because I didn't have many... friends...

Oh well, I should get back to reading. I start school next week from break.

I need a new pair of shoes. I wore my sneakers to go for a walk with Champion, and now I'm in stiletto heels. On the beach. That's not even addressing the formal gown and all the costume jewelry.

At least the sand isn't hot enough to burn my feet.

Does anyone know a good vet that would take a new patient? My usual vet is out of town and my puppy is sick. There is something wrong with him and everyone I call is full or won't make an exception. Said I am overreacting and don't know anything about dogs which is kind of true. My ex. left me with Jake but he is clearly sick. Dogs can catch bugs too right? It has to be just that.

That only helps me though if someone could come over and help me. Jake is too big for me to lift and carry to my car and he will not get up on his own. I will even pay you whatever you want.

Hi, ho, and hu, everyone! You're looking at the latest college freshman of UC: Irvine! Well, admitted freshman, even if I have no classes yet!

Woooohooo!

This is... a good day!

I can't wait to start classes in the Summer! This is going to rock!

If there is a woman somewhere named Regina Mills - she never replied before - but if she is there?

If you come near my daughter or Alice, I will kill you.

Do I make myself clear?

I will accept whatever penalty comes from uttering this. I mean it.

More weird vivid dreams. Still in jail. This time there was a matron who paid real close attention to me, let's say. She was doing favors for me like trying to set me up with a vaudeville tour. Except she wanted me to pay $50 for a phone call - like $500 today. No, Logan, no word on if I paid her in something else.

Redbook did do a whole article about me, though. The "Infamous Double Murderess, Velma Kelly." Honestly, that's funnier than anything else.

This is unexpected. When my PR Rep said she had some scripts for me to read, given to her by talent agents, I was thinking bit parts on television shows. Maybe a couple walk-ons on sitcoms? But that's not what I've got here. Not entirely. Some of these are feature films! I've got a LOT of reading to do! So many meetings over the next few days, too, to talk about all of it! It's fun stuff, though. Ridiculously fun stuff!

Apollo, if you see this, I'm absolutely still planning on my lesson tomorrow!

[Private Message to Link]
I really enjoyed coffee with you on Saturday. Let me know when you're free for Disneyland!

Glad Lent is over. And Easter, for that matter. A man can only take so much religious festival at once, you know.

The revelry seems to have brought out my own set of dreams, like the ones you all talk about. Interesting.

[Private to Sybil Crawley]

Have you been dreaming? You and your sister? When you do, if you do at all, I think we should go for tea again or something.

...I miss my little pink car. Never thought I'd say that.

This truck and I... just aren't a good match. I feel like I'm driving a tank. Not that I'm not used to tanks. I just didn't like them then either.

Okay, really. I get what day it is, I really do. But how the hell does a waistcoat, not even a very nice one, and not something from the dreams, wind up appearing spontaneously on me? And why can't I manage to pull it off for my rehearsal?

This is...weird.

WHY AM I IN A GIANT BANANA SUIT THAT KEEPS COMING BACK WHEN I CHANGE D:

Oh... oh goodness. Oh my.

I can't go out in this.

It's too tight.

So... I apparently keep changing into my birthday suit if you know what I mean.

Sis... I am so sorry.

I put clothes on and then... They just fall right off.

I got my sister so good for Dyngus Day...

I can't wear trousers..

Thank you to everyone who came out to help on Saturday!~ The Egg Hunt was wonderful! We had a hundred kids there, can you believe it?? Twenty three volunteers, and one very tired Easter Bunny!

The best part is that with the donation box out, we raised $860 for the local shelter! On top of giving a bunch of kids a great Easter Egg Hunt they may not have had otherwise!

I think I spent the entire day yesterday fast asleep. I needed a triple shot to get me going this morning, too! Big events like that really take it out of me. But it's worth it!!

I had an odd dream last night.

Grandfather and I were fighting, but that wasn't anything new. What was odd was that we were dressed like something out of a Dickens novel. Really old fashioned. Probably like what my friends have dreamt, come to think of it.

We were fighting politics, like we always do, but we also argued about my father, which is something we'd never really talked about, in real life. My parents both died when I was young, so my aunt and my grandfather raised me. But in my dream, my grandfather kept insisting that my father wanted nothing to do with me.

Anyway, I was angry at grandfather for making me go visit my father, but when I arrived I found out that he had been very sick and passed away the night before. So I went to church and spoke to the a man there, who told me that my father came to church every Sunday just to see me, but that he wasn't allowed to talk to me or I'd lose my inheritance.

Which, of course, meant another huge argument with grandfather for lying to me all these years. In my dream I decided to try and find out more about my father, and as it turns out, he was a war hero.

I woke up feeling furious with grandfather (nothing new) and deeply upset that I was never able to know my father, either in real life or in my dreams.

I'm not sure what all of this means, but it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. I'm starting to see what my friends were talking about.

I'm leaving.

... just for the night. I'll find somewhere to sleep. I can't stay here.

Hey, Valarnet.

Coming to my attention that Laika and I aren't the only service members running around the OC area. I've seen a lot of you posting little things about it before, and well, you know how some stuff's only funny to the people who get it, or only makes SENSE in all those circumstances? I'm proposing we use the comments here to introduce ourselves, say hi and who we are, what our favorite booze is, and a good place we might actually meet up, anything else about ourselves that's interesting, stuff like that.

It seems like we'd have a pretty good resource for meetups, navigation tips, the stuff like that. You in? Leave a comment. I'll start with one underneath.

I've been told I'm a little old-fashioned when it comes to computers, but I've just discovered a website called craigslist. In the nick in time, it seems. I just purchased a little hobby for myself and these idle hands.

( 1971 PLYMOUTH ROAD RUNNER ) It needs a little caring and a few new parts, but this will be a monster on the road when I'm finished with it.

Does anyone know for a reliable junkyard that has after-dark hours? Or a garage that deals in parts for older cars?