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The real world is utterly depressing sometimes. Sometimes I think I'd take fighting vampires over this shit. It seems a lot simpler. Dangerous, but simpler.

So, these dreams, have they ever....given anyone anything? Abilities, I mean. Not actual objects.

I almost don't want to know. It seems a much better use of my time cooking dinner and watching the Mets play the Yankees on the home coast with my kid but, you know, three days after my last dream and I'm still dwelling on it. Might as well bite the bullet and ask.

You know what my favourite part of high school was? The beat downs. So glad I gotta relive all that last night. Even got the black eye to prove it. The superpowers were a nice touch though.

Also, I guess in the dreams my moms is dead. Which meant I had no choice but to eat Sharon's nasty cooking. Had a long conversation with her this morning when I woke. I think she thinks I'm homesick now though.

The little girl in my dreams, Sherry, is going to be the death of me. She keeps running away and not listening. Maybe this time she'll listen to me, and we'll be able to meet up again. Also? Waking up to find the grenade launcher from my dreams at the foot of my bed was a very interesting way to start off my morning especially since I was running for the bathroom and stubbed my toe against it.

Ug between this wimp called Max, this thing called The Battery and fighting various Doc Ocs. My dreams are never boring but I would like ONE night of rest... Just saying....

I'm really grateful for my Dad. He saved me from a pretty shaky situation this summer for housing. Now that the school year is starting I want to try and find something more permanent. I'm hoping that I Can find something decent soon. It's always tricky trying to find someone to live with that you can get along with.

My dreams are still coming. I've been in the Thrill Ride O'Love. Talk about awkward at my age. What was worse was the fact that Hephaestus had a trap in there that triggered hundreds of thousands of mechanical spiders to come at me. I mean, us. But still.

No. Freaking. Thank You. Did it have to be spiders?

I think Ares did it on purpose. Once again -- using children to do their biding. I shouldn't be surprised at this point. At least he let us ride on the truck. Too bad they were smuggling animals. I wasn't about to let that slide. That Yankee's cap came in handy.

I woke up with my Dad's ring. Which is weird because I have his ring already from here. Now I have two. I guess that's pretty cool, though.

Whatever Iam in my dreams. I don't like it. I don't like finding dead bodies...

Serious Question: where could one potentially fire a newly-acquired grenade launcher without getting arrested?

By "Serious Questions," I, naturally, mean "Hypothetically Speaking."

Of course.

Update on Logan goes to high school again. He now goes to college, and it's the same shit, different day.

Veronica and I are now on campus. We started out together, and guess what happened? Anyone, anyone?

So. Uh.

Did Annabeth really go after Luke with a hammer?

Well... I'm single again.

Feels weird.

It's official! Bellydancing classes start up next Thursday. It's pretty laid back. Anyone who shows up can be in the class. My salon is at [address].

I made the mistake of dozing off in front of my television after work only to wake up with a sore throat from screaming so much in my dreams. They'd tied me up, then my cousin Jed showed up and was about to kill me when he noticed the burn mark from my birth mother's necklace on my chest. He let me go, and I tried to leave before one of the mayor's henchmen grabbed me. Let's just say it's the last time he'll be grabbing anyone again.

[ooc: might be talk about murder in the comments below]

So.. After being Spider-man for months, the original Spider-man shows up, after faking his dead asshole and than fights me?? Seriously, Parker what the fuck man, not cool. But after kicking his ass I tell him I took over the Spider-man name, since he copped out. He dealt with it.

Well damn! What I wouldn't give to be Katy Perry right about now. Or just on this beach when these pictures were taken. Wouldn't have guessed that Orlando Bloom was 39. Still looks damn good!