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What do you do when you're not really dating someone on Valentine's Day? Is there some sort of protocol for friends-with-benefits that I'm unaware of?

I don't think it'll ever not be a little strange when I get sent links on my twitter of gif sets of me at the Olympics and stuff saying Happy Birthday. I mean, I know I have fans and everything who know it's my birthday, but the fact that they spend so much time making these things is just crazy. I think it's because I've just started seeing myself as a regular person and nothing special, that it surprises me when people do that stuff.

Also, I realized that next month will be a year since I took my parents to court.

I might be late to the party on this story, but in case I'm not I thought I should share it.

"A man in Edmonton was allowed to board a flight after a pipe bomb found in his bag was confiscated by airport security, it appears. A security guard at Edmonton International Airport even tried to hand the bomb back to the passenger, CBC News reports.

The passenger in question, 18-year-old Skylar Vincent Murphy, was on his way to Mexico when the explosive device was found by airport security in his bag. A guard was reportedly caught on camera passing the bomb back to Murphy after inspecting his carry-on luggage. Apparently the teenager refused to take it back even when told he could keep it.

The bomb was said to be 15cm long and filled with gunpowder. The teenager claimed to have forgotten it was in the bag after making it with a friend for fun some months before.

He subsequently pleaded guilty and was fined 100 Canadian dollars."

So, not only do Canadian teenagers make bombs for fun, but this is apparently so common that airport security isn't even bothered. What in the world is going on up there?

So, I haven't had any actual new dreams in awhile, but I've started redreaming the stuff I already dreamt. Is this normal? Last night, I dreamt about a dream that I had in the dreams the night before I got to Camp Half-Blood.

It was storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse and a golden eagle, were trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swooped down and slashed the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse reared up and kicked at the eagle's wings. As they fought, the ground rumbled, and a monstrous voice chuckled...goading the animals to fight harder. I ran towards them, knowing I had to stop them...but I was running in slow motion. I knew I would be too late. I saw the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I screamed, No!

I still don't know what it means, either in the dreams or the waking world. What I do know, from the research that Annabeth and I did on Greek Mythology a few months ago, is that Zeus' sacred animal is an eagle and my dad's is a horse. So, I'm betting it has something to do with them, but what, I have no idea.

Kind of wanting some new dreams about now.

In other news, I've been spending the last few Saturdays with Ariel, at the pool, trying to get over my fear of water. It's actually been going pretty well.

My favorite taco place is gone. This is an atrocity!

So this is California, hmm? Not entirely what I was expecting. Although I was not sure what I was expecting.