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I'm quite sure that I've been here for 72 hours straight. I've been sleeping in my desk chair. I don't really know how much longer I'll be here. I haven't been this busy in ages.

[Friends]

Could one of you perhaps go to my apartment and feed Toby? I got just enough time to feed him yesterday, but I need someone to look after him.

[Sherlock and Victor]

There's quite a bit of bodies here if either of you need anything. And I'll be here for a while.

Today was perfect.
I don't think I've ever had such a lovely day off before. In fact, I am certain it might be hard to ever really beat.

I have to admit, I don't really know why I'm here, internet forums aren't so much my thing... but here I am, and I'm going to make the most of it, I guess!

Any other students here excited about the end of the year? I can't wait for summer. I know I'm going to have to spend most of it looking after my little sister, but I don't even care, I just want to be done with all the work.

-- oh, yeah, and my name's Dana. Nice to -- meet? Does one say "nice to meet you" if it's on the internet? -- meet everyone.

Central air is FANTASTIC.

But it's still really hot in the attic. How do I fix this?? I have things! Things I need to do up here! In the attic!

In other news.
( LOOK AT OUR ADORABLE KITTENS )

I'm going to have to stop smiling so much. Patients find it kind of suspect when an oncologist walks around humming all the time.

Is it even legal to ground an eighteen year old who isn't your kid in the first place? Sure, I did something kind of stupid, but it isn't THAT stupid or dangerous. I mean, nobody would have found out if I hadn't left my phone behind. And why was he on my phone anyway?

Either way, it's back to filing jail for me. -_-

Hey Valarnet! It's time for one of the games I like to play best when people send me to their place to get some stuff. YOU are the contestants and tonight's lucky guest is Barton and I feel like Dr. House without the vicodin or cane. So like a snoopy asshole looking through somebody's stuff, mostly.

Anyway. Barton sent me over to pick up some stuff for him since he's not leaving Eowyn's side and I can't blame him. Mad as I am at him over the whole avoiding me once he got engaged stuff, I had a part in it too, Eowyn was never meant to get hurt and I need to get over it. Or get a better therapist for my abandonment issues.

Anyway. The game is called "What The Fuck Is ___ On" and involves me taking photos of people's stuff, posting them online and showing you them, getting them identified by the lovely audience. Without further ado, let's get started!

((Large, non cut images include: Clint's Hawkeye Helmet, A close up of a hollowed out dowel, a pile of bb's arranged in a star shape, the top of the fridge with pillows and a blanket tucked up there, a nest in the corner of the living room, filled with old tshirts, loose socks, and throw pillows AND, finally, a dried athelas plant))

...This last one. I'm not too sure what it is, but I am ASTOUNDED that Barton of all people's into getting stoned. Is this any good as far as buds go, and should I be swiping it, delivering it to him at the hospital to make him feel better, or smoking it myself before I'm out of here? Any thoughts?

Had a dream that I was dying, and then suddenly fondly remembering my childhood and subsequent youth. At least, a representation of my childhood. I'm not entirely surprised by them, really. Now that Henry's gone to follow opportunities in England, I'm strangely lonely.

I've never really been the sentimental sort, but I guess having the constant presence of someone around was something I got used to. Now I find myself missing my dear friends back in Maine more and more.

I'm sure it'll pass. These things do, after all. However, if someone is looking for a place to live, I conveniently have extra room now. Though really I don't care either way.

More dreams, as seems to be the trend around the 'net lately.

For some reason these didn't upset me as much as the ones about my father did. I think because I've come to expect these, I've been anticipating them for a long time.

I dream about the barricades. Well, not the barricades. Nothing was built yet. But we were melting down anything metal we could get our hands on, and discussing our plan for what was going to happen should LaMarque take a turn for the worst.

And then it happened. LaMarque died, and there was rioting in the streets. I woke up before things got too violent, thank god. But people were hurt, people were shot and trampled and it was --

Real. It was all so real. Like I was right there, in the action. Shouting along with everyone.

My trailer is staring at me.

So, Yahoo bought Tumblr. Which is really stupid from a fiscal standpoint, but I'm not approaching this rationally. I am approaching this from a state of MAD PANIC because how else am I supposed to ogle pretty people? I mean really.

( Cut for image, viewable to all. )

I am now going to drown my sorrow in fantasy movies to think of awesome realms where all men wear leather pants.

Hello people of the internet, my name is Lexi. My bff, Stefan told me I should check this place out because, I think he's tired of me complaining about how bored I am since my boyfriend is away. Of course, if he's also on here, I can just complain to him here too. His ideas always seem to backfire on him. Sorry, Stefan.

So, as I said, my name is Lexi and I'm a princess. Not really, but I play one in Disneyland. Two actually. Depending on the day, I can be found playing either Aurora or Rapunzel.

So, uh, fellow ponies?

Princess Luna is best Princess, yes or no? Because man, best Nightmare Night ever.

Happy Birthday to the best roommate in the whole world! There's a severe over-abundance of bananas in the apartment today, in his honor. I made banana curtains, bought lights, and made banana smoothies this morning for breakfast.

Might have overdone it a bit. Maybe.

GOSH THANKS BABY WEBSITES

Here I am, hanging out and checking my email 'cause that's what I do, when I get an email entitled CROTCH CARE 101: POST BABY which is basically just this long DOOMOGRAM about how my vagina and bladder are going to be devastated by BABY NAPALM when I have the little one.

At first I was scared, but then I realized: I'm a hoss. So bring it, Babypocalypse. Vaginageddon isn't going to happen to me.

[Everyone can see this but Marius, Fantine and Valjean]

He loves me! He told me he loves me!

I have just invented a whole new flavor; well, not so much invented as stumbled upon, but really what are inventions if not happy accidents? It's a wonderful thing though, tastes amazing, a bit refreshing and a bit odd really. Still, fantastic!

Mint Jammie Dodger with a hint of salt.

May I suggest trying it? It's absolutely wonderful.