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I never want to have to go through that ever again.

So. That was... a deeply traumatic experience, wasn't it. I'm heading into Vegas at the first opportunity. I might be an archaeologist first and foremost, but... I can't let people face danger alone.

Out of my crew, Jonah, Roth and Reyes have agreed to come with. I've told Sam and Alex to stay at home, just in case something else happens.

And a note on the subject of my Dreams: I'm never, ever climbing another radio tower in my life. No matter how much money is paid, I'm avoiding those things like the plague.

...I think my powers might be starting to manifest, and... I'm scared.

I don't know what I'm meant to do with them. They're nothing much at the moment, but... even knowing that I might accidentally do something terrible... I blame Uther for this. With all my heart

somewhere in northern nevada

( view from phone )

anyone know where i am?

anyone able to give me a lift?

ATTENTION: Anyone working on recovery in Vegas

There's a Baxter Bakery Delivery Van headed your way with pastries, pre-made sandwiches, soda, bottled water, and bread. It's loaded to the gills, so be ready for a good lunch.

I only wish I could do more.

I really wish I could blame lack of sleep on the Dreams that I had last night. But I know I can't. We created a "study group" (that became illegal nearly the minute after we created it) because of that awful, horrible, wicked cow Umbridge. So many things happened.

Then Hagrid returned. I saw the light in his hut window, the smoke coming from his chimney. I wondered where he'd been. It just doesn't feel like Hogwarts proper without him.

If anyone needs any extra medical assistance after the events of the past few weeks, the staff at Irvine General are working around the clock to see to everyone's needs.

I've learned so much colorful Scottish over the past week.

Bummed that I missed the Vegas Vacation. But seriously... If anyone needs anything... Y'know. Offering shit. And shit. Whatever I can do, man.

Also, it's weird to be living with a boyfriend. Just throwin' that out there. No Draco to catch tuning his guitar in the living room, no Zuko to walk in on me coming out of the bath. I hang out on the sofa naked sometimes, just because I can.

Anyone else done that? It's kinda awesome.

This Friday, the Hangman is going to have a community dinner. It's catered, it's free (with a very kind anonymous donor) and a way to remind us all hopefully of the good things in the midst of so very much that is bad.

If you need an address or have any questions, please let me know.

There are few things in this world that I enjoy more than a giant tub of frozen yogurt at the end of a long day.

We have been dealt a terrible blow; as a community, as a country, as a people, even as a species. Monsters were knocking at our door less than a day ago, and people are dead and dying. Blood has been spilled but heroes have been made, people who sacrificed much and more to protect others. When people ask me why I believe in a loving God, I can answer that it's because of such people. They are in heaven now.

There will be empty seats in church this Sunday, for many reasons. Times like this test our faith and there's no shame in such a thing, there's no shame in such a struggle. We are forever struggling.

Pray for the lost, my friends, and do more than that. Help is still needed to rebuild in this aftermath.

So, I take it this is a typical thing? Wildly insane events followed by almost eerie normalcy?

Bit of an adjustment required, that's all.

I had to do it. I couldn't He told me to. He asked me to. He begged me to.

"Sense is not made, but taken by cats from the breath of babies."

So Cleverbot is hilarious. Can't remember how I found it, but I'm glad I did.

You should see some of the stuff I've been picking up this week.

Really glad I learned how to shoot firearms from my dreams. It came in handy these past few days.

Now if that could never happen again, I'd be happy. But at now I guess I have a new hobby; going to the firing range will be so relaxing.

I thought these nightmares were over, but apparently not. I had one of those stupid vampire dreams again, but in this dream Elena and Jeremy Gilbert killed me--right in front of my brother Klaus. Granted, I was trying to cut off Jeremy's arm and kill Elena.

Then my ghost came back because a witch lifted a veil and me and some other dead vampires and witches tried to avenge our deaths, but we got sent back to the other side.

What I don't like about these dreams is what an asshole I am. I mean I can be a bit of a douche here, but in these dreams I'm just...mean...violent...crazy and even unhinged.

But I'll never forget the look on Nik's face as he saw my body burn up...

It's also weird to see people I consider my friends straight up kill me.