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Oh dear god! The Oscars! So many beautiful dresses! I'm not going to get any sleep at this rate...

The Garage is reopening. Under new Management. Come on by for all your car needs.

Can I rant? I'm gonna rant. So there's this guy who called in. Lets call him McJackass. Every other word is a curse, there's at least two slurs and it takes me three minutes just to figure out what his problem is. I think he was drunk.

So McJackass tells me that his internet isn't working. He says the power in the back went out. Guess where his internet equipment is? In the back.

It took me ten minutes to explain that the internet requires power to work. And then he told me 'sweetie, I'm just going to call back and see if I get someone that knows what they're talking about' which is code for 'I want a man because you girls don't know crap.'

I had to get up and do this meditation thing my dad and his friend taught me. But it really helps. Just gotta be zen. But sometimes these callers make me want to choke them through the phone.

Well, looks like the dreams have gone from the mundane to a bit more adventure-y. First some orangisation that was uploading peoples' consciousness or something onto some sort of data cloud. Very creepy. And then the next one which involved going to a ring system of Ahkaten for the Festival of Offerings and ending up saving it and the people because it was actually a parasite and not an old god that wanted to eat the soul of a little girl.

Is it just me or is this new movie Chappie just a future version of Short Circuit?

Got bombarded by dreams last night. Not really the best time, but it's not like I have any say over when they happen.

Since I'd left Brian, I had to figure out a way to pay for tuition on my own and my father refused to pay it, so I went to talk to financial aid and learned that it had already been paid for. Three guesses who did it, but you should only need one. I went to thank Brian and all he did was try and convince me to work with Michael on the comic book again. Sometime after that, Brian was actually helping with the Gay and Lesbian Center's "Carnivale" fund-raiser and hired me to create a poster for it. Ethan thought that Brian had an ulterior motive for hiring me, which I honestly wouldn't put past Brian, but nothing happened. And lastly, I guess Brian had been forced to babysit his nephew who at some point stole the bracelet that Brian always wore and then tried to get Brian in trouble. I saw his nephew one day, wearing Brian's bracelet and me, Debbie and the detective that she just happened to be dating at the time, went to talk to him. He admitted the truth and the charges against Brian were dropped then I went to returned Brian's bracelet to him.

I think it's obvious that dream me still loves Brian, which sucks considering what's going on in my real life cause it only makes me miss Billy even more. We had plans for this past weekend for my birthday today and I ended up just staying home. This is probably my worst birthday ever.

Well, I had a fantastic weekend (first one in ages) which I guess decided to end itself by giving me more of those weird dreams. And was visited by the Dream Fairy I've heard so much about. I now have the dress I've been wearing in my dreams. And also have figured out a pretty big draw to why I'm wearing it.

I've also escaped this Circle place a number of times, which leads me to one very important question. How is it possible for an entire country to smell like dog shit?

It may only be Monday night but I think that a night of some LGBT Netflix films is in order!

I'm starting off with "Geography Club." Any recommendations of what to watch next?

Alright, so I've been bored being bed-ridden, so I'm recruiting the internet in keeping me entertained.

I'm going to ask some questions, people should just... respond?

Uhm, ahem... what's your favorite color, and why?

What's your favorite movie, and why?

Favorite TV show, and why?

And what's your dream house/car/vacation?

Super dumb and generic, but I figured I should entertain myself somehow... right?

Does anyone else get really anxious when they haven't dreamt for awhile? It's entirely possible that mine are over, but at the same time, I feel like they're not and I don't know what to expect from them, considering what the Capitol and Panem is like.

How is that even a thing? I slept through half of my shift today. That's embarrassing. I'm never going to hear the end of it now.