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What do you do when you're not sure if news is good or bad but you really need to tell someone and they might freak out?

Okay Valarnet!

I'm here, I'm settled in, and it's Friday night. The clubbing dresses are all unpacked so someone tell me where I'm going tonight! Anyone want to join? It's going to be fun!

Helja
I can't wait to meet you and Garm!

I don’t know what I’m becoming. I wake up with a new scar every day. Some of them are angry and raw, others faded. My bones ache, my fingernails, my teeth. I look in the mirror and there’s a stranger staring back. Her eyes… there’s a hardness in them. A darkness, like something that could consume me.

I kill these men in my dreams. They’re hopeless. They’re twisted by that island into something beastial. Most of them are insane. They want to kill me. Kill me, and they have Sam. I want to make them afraid of me. I want them to know I’m coming and I want them to die. Before anything could happen to any of my friends.

I count. One. Then three, then ten. I kill them with a pistol, I kill them with a bow. Oh, I’m so good with that bow. I still feel sick, each time I kill. The worse are up close. When I have to kill with the climbing axe, or choke them with my bow. But I don’t pause, I don’t reflect on it, because if I did, I’d die. And if I died, there’d be no one for Sam.

They’re afraid of me. Last night they saw me coming. They were afraid of me and I made them run.

I feel like I lost control of my life. I thought these dreams were going to be exciting, but they’ve become an utter nightmare. I can’t even relax. Shepard snuck up behind me and I nearly stabbed her with a knife.

She just gave me this look. Like she knew. Like she understood. And that scares me most of all.

Is anyone throwing a halloween party that doesn't involve a lot of drinking?

One bonus of being stuck indoors while my thoughts were on display, was that I did a great deal of writing. I just turned in my next novel.

Kind of glad I got left out of this round of crazy. People don't need to know that I attempt to diagnose them while I talk to them. It'll just make me seem like a jerk, and I don't want that kind of reputation.

I fell asleep while doing homework and I'm pretty sure I had some of those dreams everyone keeps talking about. I'm really unlucky in my dreams. I'm twelve and keep getting attached by monsters. First, we were on a field trip and some girl was bullying me and somehow water from a nearby fountain blasted her. Then my teacher turned into some kind of giant bat with fangs and my other teacher gave me a pen that turned into a sword and I destroyed her. Later I heard my teacher and my friend talking about how I was in danger. When I went home at the end of the school year, my mom was married to this real slob. He had to be the biggest asshole I've ever seen. So, then my mom and I went to Montauk for a few days and my friend, Grover showed up, but he was different than I'd remembered. Turns out he was a satyr. We left Montauk and got attacked by a Minotaur. It wound up doing something to my mom and in a burst of anger, I cut off it's horn then killed it then I passed out. Then I woke up in the infirmary or something and there was a girl that looked like Annabeth.

If it weren't for the fact that I almost cut my face off when the pen I was going to continue my homework with turned into a sword, I would have thought I'd been playing too many video games lately.

I checked the calendar today and was amazed to see it's October 11. I knew it was, but it didn't really register to me that there's only eleven or so weeks left of the year. I think the older I get, the faster time passes.

( Ooc: into darkness spoilers )

This is really amazing! I think my cat, Sadie, is pregnant! She's been exhibiting classic nesting signs lately... oh I'm not expert yet, it'll take me years before I am, but my gut says that she is.

I'm going to take her to the vet to make confirm, of course, but I really can't wait to see how many kittens we're going to end up with and what they'll look like. Now I just have to decide which of my two favorite vets I'm going to take her to. That's a tough choice!