Network

( Possible triggers; talk of death, blood, and violence )

If it's my autobiography and I choose to omit certain things, does that mean I'm not being objective enough? I have this feeling I'm going to get hate mail telling me what a liar I am due to the fact I don't want to share absolutely everything with the entire world.

I've been obsessing over Buffalo Springfield all day. I must have listened to Stop Children What's that Sound at last 20 times already on my ipod. Not bored yet either.

Ugh, finals week. I really need to spend more time studying.

On the bright side once it's over I'm on spring break! But no road trip like I originally planned instead I'll be spending the week packing my things... I have too much crap.

Soooo if anyone wants to hang out these next two weeks you'll have to either help me study or pack. (Please help with both :D) Thanks!

So.. I finally had one of those crazy dreams... Who the hell calls themselves Red Robin...

I think work is swallowing me whole!!

I had a dream my parents where mer-people and I was a mermaid lol

Accidentally fell asleep on a couch in the library and I think I had another dream. Not sure if I should be angry at or thankful towards the guy who dropped a bunch of books on my head because otherwise I probably would have stayed there the rest of the day. The only thing I really got out of it was that I still have the intense desire to beat up like, three gladiators, which is probably not a wise thing and this me is better at letting things go.

Well, that, and that I really, really want a sword now.

I need a volunteer, or two.

I am fairly certain that can cast a new kind of spell but I would rather not injure myself. So, I need a couple people who can take a hit, or two, or three...if you are injured...I will compensate your injury with liquor or food.

So, who wants to take some hits in the name of magic?

Somebody told me about this network. I don't even remember who. But hi. I guess I'm supposed to say hello, and maybe this is a good way to meet people in the area?

Well, well, well. I have to say I was quite surprised to have a couple dreams last night. It's been quite a while and I was even more surprised that it was a continuation of my adventures in the 1940's. Sounds like Howard Stark has decided to move to California (hilarious) and I get to make my way here to LA to assist with a case. There was a load of weird things happening and my dream!self managed to get her flirt on while investigating.

I'm not ashamed to say that I'm excited to see what's going to happen.

Um....

Is anyone super skilled at hair braiding? Because I just woke up with the most hair in the entire world. Seriously - I looked up Guiness Book of World Records and measured my hair. This is insanity. It's thick and I don't know what to do with it anymore, but I'm scared to cut it.

Why am I scared? Well, I had more dreams and in them Eugene came to save me from my evil fake mother and in the process she stabbed in. So while he's bleeding out she tried to get me out of the tower and I refused until I could heal him. Thing is, when I went to heal him he used a shard from my broken mirror to chop my hair off, which turned it completely brown and the magic left me. Which in turn drains all the youthful magic in my fake mother and she ended up stumbling out of the tower window and dying. I continued to try to heal Eugene by singing and it wasn't working, but apparently there must be enough magic inside of me that when I cried the tears fell onto him and began to heal him again!

So, while I could still have my magic inside of me I'm not ready to take that risk yet and chop my hair off. So, now I just need something to assist me with all this extra weight and the massive tripping hazard it has become.

Weeping Angels. Dying Weeping Angels. Probably one of the creepiest things I've ever seen. Those are truly what nightmares are made of, I think. My dream ended with us being trapped by them, but as usual, The Doctor had a plan. I'm very curious to know what is going to happen. I know from my first dream that I won't die there, but I don't know how we're going to get out.

Can it be spring break already?

I'm really looking forward to doing absolutely nothing

I doubt that I'll ever make a friend of time zones. Oh they're well and good when you're in them, but when the time comes to change from one to another they rear their ugly little heads and make you believe it's earlier than when you stepped on the plane. But all it really means is you have to relive 2PM twice in one day. You think I'd be used to them given all the traveling I do, but I'm afraid it isn't to be. They simply do not wish to be friendly.

Especially when you have a meeting with a new publishing house scheduled for tomorrow. And a rough draft you need to put the finishing touches on. And a meeting with your new boss at the Police Department in a few days. But hey, all my stuff got here in one piece, including the box of the last Caroline Keene book put out by my last publisher. Ex-publisher. Has a nice ring to it. ...which makes this a contractually mandated divorce present from an ex?

Goodbye New York. Hello California!