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( Texts to Rebekah )

( Texts to Amycus )

I spent the evening trying to figure out whether or not my hair straightener will explode upon being plugged into a socket in France. Hyperbole, I know, but it's okay. It's dual voltage. Everything will be okay in the end. I'll be able to have straight hair in Paris.

I ate Chipotle with guac for dinner tonight. A guy bought a bunch of crystals off of me today. I don't like to stereotype, but as a whole? The gaje who visit my salon are damn superstitious.

Looks like dream me is going after a murderer who uses alchemy to do it. I'm sure that'll end well. He's a big dude who wants to erase state alchemists. I still fit that bill. He's taken out several high ranking military already. I have no idea what I'm going to do about it but I'm doing it anyway.

..Actually the murderer is the least of dream me's problems, our alchemy teacher showed up with murder in her eyes. I sort of never told her I went to join the military dogs. so..

I had intended on doing this sooner, but things, such as demon invasions, caused me to put it off. I would like to offer my skills at glamours for anyone who might need one. I'm not talking about making someone look like someone else to, say, rob a bank of something. I'm talking about the sort of glamours I do on my own eyes on occasion or when I have a shirtless photo shoot to make it look like I still have a bellybutton. I've already helped one young lady on this board who was so graciously gifted with scars from the dreams. Unless you can see through a glamour you would never guess she had these scars. In the dreams I do things like this for money, but here, I'm going to do it for free.

Well, we've been here a month now and we're all settled. I think it's safe to say that living in Orange County will be the most interesting chapter of my life, and, judging by all the posts, I'll soon become fairly acclimatized to this.

I've yet to decide if I'm looking forward to that moment or not.

I have had two sets of unique dreams, but now I'm dreaming of something that's clearly heading towards a similar event from the other set of dreams.

I don't need this.

You know J. Jonah is an ass.

So much has happened in my dreams its insane. Least Stiles won the Lacrosse game. Yay Stiles!

Then oddly I run to Stiles to cry about Jackson.... Sorry babe.

And it seems Jackson finally turned into a werewolf and left.

Crazy dreams.

So anyway, this boat we found is a piece of junk. Honestly, it's not even worth the title of boat. But then Percy did some stuff and it cleaned itself up, which was kind of weird, actually, but also sort of amazing Apparently it was easily cleaned up, but I didn't have anything to do with that.

Naturally I'm on this tiny boat and I'm seasick. Why am I ever not seasick? Why are boats the worst thing that's happened to me in my life?

Frank's being sweet, though. He usually is. Even if he's an absolute mess at times. He just got crackers everywhere in an effort to help me feel less sick to my stomach.

Of course I made the mistake of thinking about the past and had another black out. Which was not okay. I hate remembering Mom as the person she was when Gaea was in control. It was awful. She would speak and it wouldn't be her voice. I've got to say that the people in Alaska were really shitty, too. Who throws bottles and rocks at a kid because they think that person's mother is a witch?

Gaea is basically a life ruiner and no one will convince me otherwise.

But I finally understand why everything I can find is cursed. And I got to dream about my death again. Only this time I remember more. My lungs filled with oil, the island collapsing. Mom.