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My bad jokes need an update.

Tell me some.

There's still some ringing in my ears from my dreams where I blew up a wall. It's not as bad as it was earlier, but it's still enough to be annoying. I ran into the Chief of Raccoon City's police department finally. The man has a few screws loose, and while I understand, there's still something off about him. I managed to find the girl too, but I wasn't able to find out why she was there since I woke up before that could be revealed. I guess I'll find out in the next one.

In 26 hours and 42 minutes, I'll be finished with finals! I'm very much looking forward to it! I can't wait for summer break, and to take some time off of school! I already decided not to take summer classes. I'm taking the summer off so I can play! Finally. Taking eight classes is quite the load! I can't wait to read some books for fun and go see some movies and relax!

Crows are the fucking creepiest birds. Canadian crows are apparently creepier.

Found a little baby today out on the job site. No worries though, he, his siblings, and his mom are all fine. They've been taken to the vet, and a foster has already been found for all of them. I'm just glad he was a little screamer or else we might not have found them before something bad happened.

Two years of living here - give or take - and this place has finally decided to start turning me into my alien-self. Except in my unlucky scenario, it's not a magical 'wake up and I'm blue and scaly' thing. It's uncomfortable with a touch of awkward, but it won't take much to adjust when it's all done. As a turian I can take a goddamn missile to the face and survive, on the bright side. It's happened. The scars were impressive.

Anyway, thanks to the transition I've experienced a growth spurt that's forced me to purchase an entire new line of clothing to accomodate the extra height and longer limbs. If you're about six feet and can fit in a large, I've got clothes that I need to get rid of. My wife's fussing about how it's all taking over the closet. The sooner the better.

I'd also comment about how much I'm going to miss the human taste of food, but my allergies (a cosmic joke, I'm sure) have made it damn near impossible to enjoy most things, so maybe not.

It's rather interesting, dreaming about one woman and waking up next to another. I'm lucky that Vanessa isn't the jealous type; not that we can control our subconscience of course. And it's even more difficult with these type of dreams.

I was under the impression that most men in Victorian London were gentlemen. The men that Angelique and I ran into at the theater certainly weren't gentlemen. The encounter shook Angelique's confidence quite a lot and I had to reassure her that I only cared about the internal, rather than her exterior.

Finally done school! I'm so glad.

Also, apparently my Spatha came through the dreams and the boy I like is a son of Mars.

was kinda in the hospital lately and they finally let me go home but i dont really see the point in anything right now

(ooc: possible triggery talk due to her injury in comments)