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Yeah, so it appears that I'm not only dead, in my dreams, but I'm a ghost and it appears that the only person who can see me is my brother, Klaus. We also have a talking chimp that lives in our house. I'm still not entirely sure how that's possible, but it has something to do with my dad. I have a lot of questions and no answers at all. Here's hoping my next dream will explain something instead of leaving me with more questions.

So now that I'm safely back home and don't have to drive anywhere for a couple days so I can just relax - I have awesome news! I just signed a contract to be the face for one of my favorite brands! And we've finished filming on my movie so long as we don't have to do any reshoots which - THANK GOD! I love my costars but it'll be nice to have one less thing to keep me from sleeping in. And maybe in the Spring I can register for more semester hours to get back on track for graduating on time with Mina.

Bad news though - I won't be able to use Pinterest to save pictures on for people to search or Etsy to buy accessories for my new outfits since their companies have decided to ban Lolita fashion on their platforms because it 'exploits and sexualizes children'. How does dressing like a fluffy pastel cupcake in outfits that cost hundreds of dollars and are designed to be bought and worn by adults sexualize a child? It's scandalous in Lolita fashion to show your shoulders and knees.

And yes before anyone points it out to me - I'm aware of the novel.

Everyone in my dreams is extremely nosy. Especially my fan club. I still don't understand why I have a fan club. They call themselves #teamsarawatswives and they're very interested in why I've been hanging around with Tine. Like I can't have friends or something. No one asks why I hang around with Boss and Man.

I'm glad that I don't have to deal with anything like that in real life. I'd go crazy if I constantly had girls following me around and screaming when they saw me.

I just watched my four year fight over a chair with her adult cousin.

I decided to make blueberry pancakes for breakfast after waking up Livvy and sending her to get Mal, we had a sleepover last night. Mal kept her busy while I cooked, when I called them in, they both came in, going for the same chair, Mal hip bumped Livvy (lightly), causing Livvy to stumble and than Livvy dramatically flung herself on the floor.

Chaos follows, not because she hit the floor, she's not hurt. Her feelings are hurt because her Mal pushed her out of the chair! Mal in the chair said sorry, but Livvy wasn't having it. She demanded a full apology, the chair, kisses, and cuddles. Mal said no, then Livvy growled at her and demanded a full apology, kisses, cuddles, and to share the chair aka sit in Mal's lap while we eat. Mal told her no, mainly because she knew she wouldn't be able to eat with Livvy in her lap. Livvy's still a messy eater, she's four. Mal told her no, that she was sorry, but she was not cuddling her while we ate.

So now I have a four year old, sitting next to Mal, muttering about her no good cousin and how she was going to tell her daddy on her as she stabs her pancake with her plastic fork and I'm trying to not laugh. She's making it very difficult.

Thank you doesn't seem sufficient enough for what you've all done for me. But thank you. Sorry it took me so long to get back on here, but I'm out now. I'm just..getting shit together.

[Raven]
I owe you one birthday kidnappinng.