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So, there are evil looking snowmen in the parking lot of my complex. They've been there for awhile now and are just hanging around. It's pretty unnerving and I'm not entirely sure what to do. I mean, I figure they'll just go away on their own eventually.

How is it that I left the frigid cold in New York City and arrive to SNOW?! I thought California was FUN IN THE SUN! Katy Perry and Snoop D O Double G clearly lied in their song. Along with the Mamas and the Papas. LIARS ALL OF THEM! I didn't even bring a parka!!

Also, Hi I'm Papyrus!

Woke up human this morning. I've been eating ever since.

I think I might get fat.

I suppose it say something about my state of mind that the holiday person whom I've run into is the bloody Grinch! He was attempting to steal Christmas on campus, but I'm afraid he found it sorely lacking. There's certainly not any at my office, and I've decided to stay here while my parents go to Florida for a nice holiday.

I'd rather not be around them if any more dreams show up.

I'm not someone who's ever entirely altruistic, and I freely admit that I can be more than a little be spoiled, but the me in my dreams certainly takes the cake for being selfish. Maybe it's what comes of not having a family, or being raised as a weapon, but I certainly don't think I would do anything as stupid breaking time because I couldn't handle killing the man that I loved.

Especially when he's the sort of man who always seems to have a plan for everything under the sun.

But I do wish that the dreams would take things I'm not supposed to remember into account. This is three times now that people within them have told me that I shouldn't remember, and yet I do. I remember Florida, and I remember my mother being desperate, and I remember the training and I remember shooting the man I love on the shores of a lake, and despite knowing that I'm forgiven, I still wish that I didn't.

Though I do have to wonder just how much I do embarrass the Doctor.

Forgive me, I've finished grading papers and have gotten a bit morose today. Too much wine at the faculty party.

One thing that I do wish is that my dream parents could have a chance to see how their lives would have been raising me, but I can't help but wonder if it's more a cruelty than anything else. Amy and Rory don't deserve any other cruel thing to happen to them, I don't think.

If nothing else, the dreams are good for two things. One, I do have a shiny new piece of technology that won't be invented for a good long time yet which will be fun to play with, and two I look amazing in a suit with an eyepatch. If I ever decide to go into corporate piracy I'll look damned good doing it.

Merry almost Christmas/Happy Holidays.

There's a lot going on these days, isn't there, orange county?

I have good stuff, bad stuff and other stuff going on right now.

The good news is that my scar is gone! It's just gone. I like looking in mirrors now and I've been going out in public without my scarves. It's like I'm normal. Like it never happened. It's awesome.

The bad thing is that I got a gift from my dad delivered to my dorm room. I'm scared to open it. I think there might be something creepy inside. I don't know if I'm scared because it's him or because of dream him. Maybe it's both. Sometimes it's hard to separate the bad stuff. I think about going to the police, but what if it turns out to be nothing? Then I think about throwing it out, but what if it isn't nothing? I wouldn't want a sanitation worker or anyone else coming across the something creepy.

And the other thing - I think I just saw Charlie Brown, Linus and that little tree.