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Nothing like getting back into the swing of classes after a huge night. My brain is saying "school? why school? go train for your next fight!" instead of "STUDY". Great adrenaline rushes are addicting, who knew?

The looks I get from the bruises, that are fading slowly, are hilarious. Not really expecting a business major to look like she got her butt kicked. I really do enjoy telling them, no I wasn't mugged. I won a cage match. The looks are the best.

It's like it's starting all over again. I can't even say if it's better or worse, just the dreams are different. They just...

I don't like who I am in those. I believed her too easily...

Just what I always wanted, more dreams about people attacking the institute. And watching Rogue and Logan have eyesex. That's kinda funny.

More dreams...

Leave it to my best mate to sun herself on a research ship.God, that swimsuit Also leave it to Sam to talk her father into funding the expedition. I'm not going to give into the temptation here, either with her money or my own. I'll earn my keep

I've read about the place we're trying to find, too. I mean, in the waking world. It's hard not to when you're biggest interests lay in Asia.

Not sure, exactly, how to word the latest dreams of mine. When such fails, I suppose I should be pleased I can turn to my dream-self, for he's far more eloquent in desperate times than I am. I can't promise this is exactly verbatim, but I've dreamt it often enough now that I suppose it should be close.

( Cut for trigger warnings: mentions of suicide. )

I wish I could say that was just it, but it's quite a long letter. I have to marvel at my dream counterpart's calmness, his acceptance of it all, but I find myself - ironically - too cowardly to even want to attempt sleep in coming days, because, unlike my dream self, I do not want to see this through.

On the bright side, with these dreams came the missing half of the book I found some months ago. Tucked away amidst my music folders. Adam Ewing will comfort me for now, I suppose.

Finally did the Disneyland thing on the long weekend. Had to see what all the fuss was about, you know? Anyway, I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. The fireworks were spectacular, I think, and my husband predictably adored the teacups.

Also, the demon inside me really enjoyed how long everyone had to wait in line for thirty seconds of entertainment. It was a win-win situation for all involved.

Not only did I have another one of those dreams, but when I woke up, I found a necklace I have never seen before on my night stand. It looks a lot like the one I was wearing in the dream.



It's pretty enough though not as nice as some of the pieces Elijah has bought me, but it's definitely weird to have it just show up like that.

I cannot believe I'm watching Ragin' Cajun Redneck Gators. The title alone screams sheer stupidity and loss of brain cells. Clearly I wasted my entire high school and majority of college career on basketball. The real money is in writing stupid monster movies for Syfy. Apparently anything will green lit.

I'm thinking of Sharkadile or Sharkagator. Or Sharkadile vs. Sharkagator. I'll make....thousands?

No matter what happens in my life, as long as I have my dorky dog Daisy grinning at me like this in the morning when I wake up to train, life is good.

Speaking of training - does anyone else on here surf? Some mornings it gets so freakin' cold, it'd be nice to have someone out there to grumble with. I can also teach people who want to learn. Despite what you'd think, surfing doesn't really have an 'off' season.

DUDE. Did anyone else pick up the new Star Wars comic, "The Star Wars"?? It's based on George Lucas' original draft of the movie.

It's so different, man...so...cool...I kinda wish Disney would make this into their new movies instead of the sequels they're planning on. I mean, everyone's doing the reboot thing, right?

( Longer ago, in a galaxy even further away... )