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Saturday night. And I've become the person who's sitting on my computer and updating the internet with news about the fact that I am so fucking clearly not doing a thing. That must be obvious, though. No one updates the internet when they have real things to be doing.

I mean. I fed my dog. The little wanker isn't even grateful.

Bollocks.

Just finished watching the best film ever made. If you do not think Clue is the best comedy known to man then you are wrong. Tim Curry makes that film. The whole cast is brilliant, but Tim Curry is the best. I would kill to see bloopers from that film.

Good lord but work has been stressful lately. I mean, really honestly ridiculously difficult. Thank god for a certain someone buying me pints now and again and keeping me sane.

I think I'm amongst the living again, however.

So, I'm curious. Does anyone else have a big, manly boyfriend who screams like a girl on roller coasters?

Thanks to everyone who came yesterday. I told you it would kick ass.

Now, where's the fucking opt out button for these dreams. Dream me is a dick. No more. And then to top it all off, I woke up with a special surprise. First I killed Lexi, then turned Isobel who is Elena's mom, shit's not cool, I blamed my brother, killed Jeremy, I can't even keep all this shit straight. And I have fucking fangs. Fangs and feelings. I'm not even going to go into what happened with Katherine. FUCKFUCKFUCK. Then there is Elena who I do -

Now me and my best friend Jack Daniels are celebrating.

I think my dog's judging me. I mean, yeah, I've been working a lot, but he doesn't have to give me judgey dog faces when I am home. I have a feeling today is going to involve a trip to the dog park to make it up to him.

( Darcy )

You wanna come, babe? We can grab lunch or something. Lucky probably likes you better than me at this point.

( Wilee )

What are you up to these days, kid? Feels like we never talk any more.

Eee....I had those dreams you all keep talking about! It was fun!

Yes, thank you for telling me how to do my job. I'm young, not stupid. I know how to enter a crime scene. This isn't my first trip to the zoo.

So, I guess this is like, some sort of OC secret club or something? Awesome.

I'm Chuck. Charles, actually, but people just call me Chuck so, that's good. Just moved here from the Hollywood area, getting ready to start a job at Stark Industries which never ceases to make me squeal like a little girl. A little about me: I'm 27, I'm a huge geek, love Chinese food, sort of a big computer nerd, allergic to cats and very hairy dogs. On that note, where's the best Chinese place around here? Kind of a big deal.

And now that I've successfully made myself sound like a massive loser, I think I'll just wrap this up.

Okay, I have seen mentions of dreams around here and I'm wondering if the ones I had recently are the same ones everyone was talking about. They were the strangest/most realistic dreams ever.

So, they have to be set in the future or something because I look older and I'm a certified teacher. I have a small classroom of young kids and I wear the craziest outfits you have ever seen. Now, that's all normal and such, but then suddenly it takes a turn when I decide it's time for a field trip. The school bus we ride transforms and we go crazy places. The first dream was a trip into outer space, the second dream was us inside a STUDENT when the bus shrunk and he got swallowed for lunch, and the last dream was inside ANOTHER student while he is fighting a cold.

These kids seem to think it's pretty darn normal and I have to say I'm pretty badass if I'm able to do something like this. The kids manage to learn some really awesome things due to these field trips, but holy crap - completely insane.

Anyone have any good tips on soothing sore muscles? Getting back into a work out routine is killing me and I could barely lift my arms over my head today. But hey, that's progress and a good thing right?

I got registration out of the way, bought my new books, moved into my dorm, and I think I am ready for school to start tomorrow. I am totally freaking out a little though. My roomie seems pretty nice so far and I really hope we get along for the rest of the semester.

Well, at least I knew the change was coming.

Someone tell me I'm not the only one that really enjoys some research?

So nice to have a change of scenery. Finally have all my things moved into my shiny new office at UCLA, and, I have to admit, I'm really rather excited. Fresh faces, new colleagues, I think it should be a wonderful good time.

Well. As wonderful as lecturing a room of idiots morons twenty-somethings who hardly pay attention can be.

Ah really do love the beach, ain't gonna lie none. Perfect place ta live. and so many people just leave their stuff lyin' bout anyone got any word on anythin' fun? Ah'm feelin' restless.

I've never felt so conflicted about Back to School time.

Well, this ain't so difficult. I'm more used to having my hands in cars, but I picked up this old PC and it's running pretty smooth. Magic hands.

I'm Hellboy Bruttenholm, but most call me Red. They assume Hellboy is a joke. I'm a private detective, but more Frank Drebin than Sam Spade right now. I also do some mechanic work, some bodyguard work, and I got about a hundred kids that need re-homing. That sounds freaky. They're cats, it's fine, they're all strays and they just need homes.

I don't know what causes these dreams, but it was like it knew that today was my birthday and that we had just gotten home and gave me the most sucktastic dream ever last night. Way to ruin my good mood and my birthday.

I'm so glad things are back to normal. I'm excited to start my first week as a full time teacher at the Ranch! I didn't expect my life to go in this direction when I graduated, and it's been a crazy year, but I'm actually pretty happy with how things are. There's only one major downside, but there's nothing I could have done to avoid that.

I still wake up and wonder how I got so lucky. I have a great husband, a crazy eclectic family, and a really fulfilling job.