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My most recent dreams have been much better than my last one. I much prefer the ones about my friends. Along with the dreams, it appears that I've received an item from that world. I woke up this morning and there was a book on my coffee table, which hadn't been there the night before. Upon further examination, I found it to be Hogwarts: A History. I remembered reading it in my earlier dreams about Hogwarts, but I don't recall details, so I will be reading it soon.

My trousers seem to be misbehaving today. I know I have said that before, but this time I really mean it.

Treacherous, unreliable things, trousers.

Hm. I don't seem to remember owning this much leather, let alone putting it on this morning.

I keep getting naked and I swear it isn't my plan. How am I getting home? Someone give me advice or pick me up. I'm trapped in the bathroom of KFC.

I don't even know how this happened. I'm just naked. Completely. And most people don't look kindly on it.

Apparently I really am too sexy for my shirt.

I dreamed I wove a spell with song and dance, so that we could steal the light from the darkness. The light was encased in jewels, and the darkness was a creature of terrible evil.

I am sure I put on matching socks and shoes this morning. Oh well. It's going on the behind he scenes dvd now.

One of the monkeys is wearing my hat. It would be cute if I wasn't afraid I might get in trouble for it, but i was totally not my fault!

Is there a reason why my shirt keeps changing into my bikini top? There are people at work I'd really rather not interact with while I'm not fully covered.

I think I might take the day off of work. Everything I wear keeps disappearing, and it's surprisingly hard to sell lingerie and clothing whilst nude.

What the bloody hell is wrong with this place!?


ETA: I've calmed down some. Arthur says I ought to explain myself when I use profanities.

I left for work this morning, got into the car, and noticed my trousers were missing. How embarrassing. Went inside, put them on, process repeated. By about the forth time I was somehow only in my shirt and shorts. I've taken a sick day and am working from home this week. It's better for my blood pressure this way.

I have a sword! I woke up this morning and there was a sword on my bed. I dreamt that Jon gave me a sword and it was on my bed. It even has a name and everything. I named it Needle. Jon Snow, you can not deny the validity of these dreams now. After all, no one in there right mind would just give me a sword. After that, Sansa, Father and I went with King Robert because Father was going to be the King's Hand, apparently and he'd agreed to let Sansa marry the Prince. Gag me. Thank god, it wasn't me.

And now, I'm gonna go try out this sword.

Éponine's Surprise Birthday Extravaganza!

Tomorrow is her birthday and the party and everyone is invited. I mean everyone. Doesn't matter your age. You just need to promise to stay in the back of the house so when she comes into the back everyone can go SURPRISE! And we can get the party started.

Stuff going on:
Cupcakes! 300 or so of them!
Chocolate Fountain!
As much soda as you can drink (No booze, this is a booze free party :| )
A BOUNCE HOUSE ADULTS CAN BOUNCE IN!
Swimming pool!
DJ and dance area!
Game room with Twister, Charades, stuff like that!
Oh and there will be someone with Sugar Gliders you can pet!

Trust me. Anything you ever wanted at a party as a kid is here for you to enjoy as an adult or teen or whatever!

Oh! And if you can! Try and bring her a gift! It's not required! But she deserves it! :D

so yeah, tell me if you're going to come. Tell your friends. So long as Hugo Thénardier and his wife aren't there, things are gonna be fine!
The location is [address], home of Michiru and Haruka.

Oh and Rita Skeeter isn't invited either!

SO LET'S HAVE FUN AND CELEBRATE HER BIRTHDAY!

Why aren't my clothes falling off? :(

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.

I'd really love to know what's going on. I went to work in my usual clothes, but as soon as I walked in the door, I was suddenly in a t-shirt and Ninja Turtle boxer shorts. I know for a fact that I put on clothes before I left and that I was wearing them when I got out of the car, so I'm really confused here.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against cross dressers or drag queens, but I personally, do not have the legs for a mini skirt! Not to mention, a leather jacket, plaid shirt and a mini skirt are not a good look. And they are especially not a good look when I'm about to meet with the manager at the coffee shop about this weekends performance.

Honestly, is anyone even surprised?

So, I was told about this place by my friend, Navi. And she was right. It's pretty interesting. I just hope that by being here, that doesn't mean I'll suddenly wind up naked. That would be embarrassing. Especially if I were mowing someones lawn at the time or something.

Oh, I'm Sam Gamgee, by the way.

Some dude in a kilt came to the garage today. I told him how awesome his kilt was, but he seemed really embarrassed and upset about it. Weird, right? Then I come on here and apparently people are losing their clothes left and right.

Is this another one of those times when I should go hide my head under a pillow for a few days? Like rhymes-with-carburator?

( [Private to Billy (Horrible)] )

I'm Max. I'm sixteen and live in Laguna Beach. My mom would probably tell me not to give out all that information on the internet, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

...this is hell.

Why? Everything is wrong.

I can't walk outside with panicking because Everyones fashions is either gone... Or there is mixing fabric and it's just wrong.

Whipped cream bikini: totally not practical for school. Hiding in the bathroom until this one's over. I have the flu, in case any of my professors ask.

Why am I in a Jessica Rabbit style dress? Because I don't own one.

I got asked out ten times today.

This isn't so bad.