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Hello everyone!

Lovely faces all over this network, brilliant thing really. Absolutely love socializing. Which obviously means you do too if you're on it, so that means you should come to my Gala!

Of course I still don't actually have it all planned out, apparently you need to save time at the museum in advance. A bit annoying really, they weren't exactly doing anything today and I already had plenty of stuff ready to go. Still, absolutely fantastic that they said I could! May 5th, Cinco de Mayo, will be the Gala! Day and night and all of that. Well I suppose exhibit is more accurate for the day time aspects...

WHATEVER. Night will have the ballroom open for dancing and music; required quite a bit of discussion, but I was apparently able to get my University President to agree to it.

OH RIGHT! Brilliant news, I'm in the running to be hired by Stanford and the University of Southern California, as a full time professor of their History programs. Already have lists of classes I'd like to teach, proposals of all varying sorts. Just not sure which University I should truly go to.

Each sound brilliant, but each are pretty permanent, not a fan of that; oh well, such is life! I'm sure I'll find plenty of time to travel in the mean time.

What was I babbling on about--oh right, the gala! It will be fun, remarkable fun! I assure you all that you'll want to be there, and if you don't; well, I'm sure your significant other will drag you anyway.

I looked at videos of baby goats because of the picture Jehan shared. If I was a goat, I'd be the one that keeps getting knocked over :)

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It's spring time, which means things are in bloom at my grandparents' farm! That's where we get a lot of our fruits and vegetables, at my parents' grocery store.

We also get our eggs and goat cheese from them, which means my grandparents have goats, which means now that spring is here -- baby goats!

We just got pictures of the newest babies, which I think I should share with everyone and maybe brighten the days of a person or two :)

Girl you know it's true.

Ooh ooh ooh, I love you.

Other awful songs that you can't help but love? Go. Bonus if they're from the 80s and 90s.

Not going to talk about my most recent dreams. I don't feel like reliving my pre-pubescence again.

I found myself humming the Curious George Theme Song while I was doing dishes today. As much as I enjoy the work by H.A. and Margaret Ray, I'm not sure that the PBS program has the same spirit that the original had. I believe I've seen every episode with Daisy, and I'm not sure it holds up to multiple viewings--though I'm sure she would disagree with me.

I can't help but find myself asking, why doesn't someone discipline the damn monkey? Is this really the lesson that we want to be teaching our children? "It's okay to misbehave. The man in the Yellow Hat will simply come along and clean up your mess at the end of the episode."

So... Uh. My hair is turning purple.

All of my hair.

I dream of more pony stuff. Like another pony name babs, more about the princesses or whatever. I've gotten used to them.

But purple hair?!

( Under the cut, potentially triggering references to death and injury. No filter other than the Gav-lock )

Hullo, all. I just got invited to this network. I'm Sebastian Vael; I'm from Scotland, over in the States working for my father's company. My father is a Scottish peer, but I hope you lot will at least get to know me before writing me off as a complete posh idiot. I'm only half of one, you see. Hehe.

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My therapist figures writing on here might help some. So, ah, here goes.

Dreaming of being another person is really weird. Of course dreaming this and seeing all the talk of dreams coming through and true is even more nervous making. I'm not fond of my dreamself. Not remotely.

What makes things worse is discovering the original copy of my birth certificate and that my name is not what I think it is. But the name of my dream self.

That... freaks me out. How do you even process that your name is not what you think it is. it makes this dream thing seem a whole lot less fun, even, than it was before.

Dear Valarnet,

Those of you who have expressed concern over my condition in the past week are likely to require updates on the condition of my mind and the state of my lodgings. Combeferre has come to stay with me and by that act alone, things have improved. He did suggest, and I agreed, that removing my barricade was best for the moment, and I have been given space again that I did not think I had.

Instead, we have begun construction on a better place for Danton to spend the days I am at home with him, and have been placing replicas of familiar monuments as a part of his obstacle course that he might chew on or eat or roll in or whatever else it is he'd enjoy doing there. I lose my battles with reality less often now as well, as I prepare to face this world, and the challenges it throws to us. I've let the past four months slow me down and while our society of friends has done the work it always does, there is much more that CAN be done, particularly as we reach toward the summer months.

( So...(TLDR stuff but an invite to a meeting) )

In short, I am not fine, but I am getting better and will be entertaining other options for how to murder one of your best friends that preferably aren't suspicious? I'd be grateful.

-A. Enjolras

Hey, Valarnet.

So, thanks a lot for the suggestions and help a few days ago. I'm not exactly sure what all's going to go down, but you know, the whole reaching out for help thing when you really need it and actually getting responses that are thoughtful and helpful? It makes me feel a whole lot better about my friend and the stuff that's going on with him, pissed as he is that I told the internet, and our other best friend has gone over to stay with him so they can both support each other.

(  unconscious self injury discussion ) so, long story short, I'm staying with my incredible boyfriend and my amazing future in-laws for a little while, til I can start getting put back together.

No classes for the week or rehearsals or even fencing since I'm supposed to be working on pulling out of my own personal crisis point, according to the hotline that I called to get advice for me. I'm not sure how I feel about letting so many people down. It's kind of hard to just go with it, but I AM going to the doctor tomorrow to at least start addressing some of this. So far, as low stress as it is, as great as Jehan's been with everything, I'm still not managing to handle this, but we're going to keep trying and...hopefully somehow something clicks?

Thanks again for all of the support and everything. It really helped me see that I need to get some stuff straightened out too. With any luck, that's going to happen.

WAIT SHIT GUYS. I HAVE WINGS! I woke up from a nap, alone because my girl went to get me ice cream I think.

What the hell. As if this bed wasn't uncomfortable enough. Now I have to deal with leaning against wings.

Don't get me wrong, the shits look fucking cool as HELL! But seriously? Universe could have picked a better time to do this!

Someone actually got paid to run a study that proved that women prefer men with large penises. (Of course, this was a study of hetero and bisexual women. I can only imagine lesbians would've skewed the study somewhat.)

Speaking as a man who enjoys men, yes. Bigger is better. Everyone knows that. Christ.

And people say my job is pointless.

Hello again, Ms Polignac.

Please accept my apologies for not getting back to you until much later than I had thought. The weekend turned out to be a bit of a mess with several friend emergencies that needed to be dealt with. I will be free at any point in the next week when you are available if you would still consider dining with me.

-A. Enjolras

I am constantly surprised and in awe of my brilliance in these dreams. Shall I be jealous of the man I am there? Strive to be more like him in this, waking life? Should I be afraid that the more I gain of his brains, the more I gain of his other, less positive aspects?

I know what Helen would say.

(*・_・)ノ*`*`* Hi guys! Usa-chan here. But you can call me Chibiusa! All my friends back in Tokyo do because I'm so short and animated like a Chibi! Anyone here like manga?

Or music? Like Kyary Pamyu Pamyu ♬♪♫ ヾ(*・。・)ﾉ ♬♪♫ Had a friend who does a lovelove radio show say I should come here so here am!

\(‾▿‾\)~~~~~~(/‾▿‾)/

I keep dreaming of building a barricade.

And Javert.

This can't end well.

If your friend told you that another friend was disassociating pretty heavily, like to the point where you your friend had to jump into their face and slap them until they remembered where they were and what was going on, and they suspected this has happened more than once...

What would you do about it, Valarnet? What kind of help would you suggest they get? Does anybody here know anybody who works with stuff like that? I'd appreciate info I could maybe pass on?

Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeervoooooooooooooooooous

I FINALLY GOT PICTURES~! LOOK WHAT I HAVE AND NAEMD~
Look at how cute

And his name is Ego. I know weird name but... He's my puppy not yours.

Noted, for the general edification of this network:

1) Sometimes dry skin is just dry skin, not a fungal infection.
2) Fungal infections are terrifyingly gross.
3) The internet is convinced I'm dying.
4) We shouldn't trust the internet. At least not in my house. :/

I hope this has been informative.

Éponine's Surprise Birthday Extravaganza!

Tomorrow is her birthday and the party and everyone is invited. I mean everyone. Doesn't matter your age. You just need to promise to stay in the back of the house so when she comes into the back everyone can go SURPRISE! And we can get the party started.

Stuff going on:
Cupcakes! 300 or so of them!
Chocolate Fountain!
As much soda as you can drink (No booze, this is a booze free party :| )
A BOUNCE HOUSE ADULTS CAN BOUNCE IN!
Swimming pool!
DJ and dance area!
Game room with Twister, Charades, stuff like that!
Oh and there will be someone with Sugar Gliders you can pet!

Trust me. Anything you ever wanted at a party as a kid is here for you to enjoy as an adult or teen or whatever!

Oh! And if you can! Try and bring her a gift! It's not required! But she deserves it! :D

so yeah, tell me if you're going to come. Tell your friends. So long as Hugo Thénardier and his wife aren't there, things are gonna be fine!
The location is [address], home of Michiru and Haruka.

Oh and Rita Skeeter isn't invited either!

SO LET'S HAVE FUN AND CELEBRATE HER BIRTHDAY!

I have a sword! I woke up this morning and there was a sword on my bed. I dreamt that Jon gave me a sword and it was on my bed. It even has a name and everything. I named it Needle. Jon Snow, you can not deny the validity of these dreams now. After all, no one in there right mind would just give me a sword. After that, Sansa, Father and I went with King Robert because Father was going to be the King's Hand, apparently and he'd agreed to let Sansa marry the Prince. Gag me. Thank god, it wasn't me.

And now, I'm gonna go try out this sword.

Thank you to everyone who came out to help on Saturday!~ The Egg Hunt was wonderful! We had a hundred kids there, can you believe it?? Twenty three volunteers, and one very tired Easter Bunny!

The best part is that with the donation box out, we raised $860 for the local shelter! On top of giving a bunch of kids a great Easter Egg Hunt they may not have had otherwise!

I think I spent the entire day yesterday fast asleep. I needed a triple shot to get me going this morning, too! Big events like that really take it out of me. But it's worth it!!

I had an odd dream last night.

Grandfather and I were fighting, but that wasn't anything new. What was odd was that we were dressed like something out of a Dickens novel. Really old fashioned. Probably like what my friends have dreamt, come to think of it.

We were fighting politics, like we always do, but we also argued about my father, which is something we'd never really talked about, in real life. My parents both died when I was young, so my aunt and my grandfather raised me. But in my dream, my grandfather kept insisting that my father wanted nothing to do with me.

Anyway, I was angry at grandfather for making me go visit my father, but when I arrived I found out that he had been very sick and passed away the night before. So I went to church and spoke to the a man there, who told me that my father came to church every Sunday just to see me, but that he wasn't allowed to talk to me or I'd lose my inheritance.

Which, of course, meant another huge argument with grandfather for lying to me all these years. In my dream I decided to try and find out more about my father, and as it turns out, he was a war hero.

I woke up feeling furious with grandfather (nothing new) and deeply upset that I was never able to know my father, either in real life or in my dreams.

I'm not sure what all of this means, but it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. I'm starting to see what my friends were talking about.

Okay, really. I get what day it is, I really do. But how the hell does a waistcoat, not even a very nice one, and not something from the dreams, wind up appearing spontaneously on me? And why can't I manage to pull it off for my rehearsal?

This is...weird.

YES. IT IS OUR BIRTHDAY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOTICING.

Sleep now, gentle folk. Because you will not be doing it tonight. This was your warning.

...I always was the second best sister. Even in dreaming about being a princess who could raise the moon and fight a chaotic dictator. I'm still... In the shadows.

A blessed Easter to all of you who celebrate. Christ is indeed risen.

I am a genius! You know those delicious marshmallow vodkas? Well, I wanted some Peep flavoured vodka, which they do not make. A rather large hole in the market, I feel!

However. I fixed that.

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I'm marvelous, I know.

Oh my fucking god! Fuck this! Fuck life! Fuck napping! Fuck the bed! The pillow! Fuck every goddamn thing.

I dream... Of being a fucking cutesy ass pony with wings that don't work. With some unhealthy obsession with a goddamn walking or rather flying pride flag of a winged pony or some shit! And there were others, and an insane one, and a shy one and a scary one who liked too many sparkles. And like something of needing a stupid Cutie mark or something. Fuck this shit. Why the hell? I don't even like kiddy cartoons so why the fuck am I dreaming in technicolor ponies?!

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

DOING THIS BEFORE I FORGET! ÉPONINE'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP AND I AM THROWING HER A DAMN PARTY!

Because she is awesome and stuff. So! Like! I need someone to volunteer to keep her away from me and where I stay. I need people who can decorate! Someone who can make a cake!

I NEED SOMEONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO THROW A DAMN PARTY THAT ISN'T WITH COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL SO ANY PARTY PLANNERS IN THE HOUSE?

And! Like. Shit I don't know I just want to surprise her and have her have fun! But you gotta make sure to like tell me so I can meet you guys downstairs so when we shout surprise she doesn't panic because she can be a little sensitive. So yeah! COME ON GUYS AND HELP ME MAKE MY GIRLFRIENDS BIRTHDAY THE GREATEST EVER!

EDIT:SHIT WE HAVE FOUR DAYS AAAAH! I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS SOONER~!

My name is Cadence, and I work a lot with different volunteer programs in the area. My church group, along with some other church groups and non-religious organizations are hosting an Easter Egg Hunt on Saturday morning. I've mentioned it before, and there was some great interest! I'd love for anyone and everyone to come along. Volunteer or not!

The Easter Bonnet Parade will start at 9:30. Children aces 6 and under can enter the Home-Made Bonnet contest. There will be a dozen prizes in different categories. Then we'll have an Easter Egg Hunt afterward, split into different areas. Ages 1-2, ages 3-5, and then ages 6-12. From what I understand, we're going to have about 60 children split into the different categories, and we're planning on hiding almost 400 stuffed, plastic eggs.

I'll be at the location ([Address for a local park]) starting at 6am on Saturday to set things up. Please feel free to come by!

( [Private to Kitty] )

( [Private to Kurt] )

Erm. Hello. My name is Athelstan. It was suggested I join this network. I'm twenty, into my first semester of an exchange at UCLA. I'm from the north of England. I went to an all boys' boarding school for seven years in a very small town, so I confess this place is still a bit intimidating.

I like to volunteer, to read and give back to the community. Recently the priest at my church gave a long homily on why same-sex marriage is against the will of God, however, and I'm not in agreement with that view. So if anyone could possibly recommend a Catholic church with a Father who has a different view, I would be grateful.

That is ... I do worship, I do believe in God, but I wouldn't ... I don't think anyone else's relationship with God is my business. Now that I've made an absolute fool of myself, I'll be off.

So I have a surgery scheduled for the April Sixth. Never thought this day would come. And I'm so nervous.

Is going under scary? Or what? Because I'm totally going to punch a wall from dysphoriaanxiety if it's too scary.

Please don't ask what the surgery is for, I'm bad at excuses for things.

Today, I had a letter, cosigned by their lawyer, informing me that I have been formally disowned, with the agreement that tuition for the next semester (and following) "will be covered, provided that you manage to pass the semester, and contingent upon your remaining free from academic probation status".

My family name and fortune may be retained if I "return to Massachusetts to complete (your) course of study at an approved university, agreeing to a position within the firm upon (your) graduation" and "cease the antics learned in California and grow up".

There's even a form for me to fill out and sign and date to indicate my decision, along with a place for a witness to sign it for me.

I shouldn't be surprised. I really shouldn't be surprised and it's exactly what I wanted but I can't help hating them a lot right now. It's not the money. It's the way they decided to do it that...

I guess I shouldn't have expected more, but I'll survive. I took two pairs of shoes, my boots (yeah I was a little teary there. I'm man enough to say it) and some clothes in to sell today and I've emerged okay for all the major expenses, dropped off some resumes, and I've been taking a look at my expenses this afternoon. It's kind of shocking and depressing and disgusting really:

( Courf's Monthly Budget Attempt (Current) )

So, clearly, I've got some big decisions to make, even once I've GOT a job, considering this is what I'm doing AFTER rent. Dropping lessons isn't an option I'm remotely entertaining and if that means I'm getting shampoo at the dollar store, cutting back on the coffee, stopping with the clothes, and making some changes, I'm willing to do it.

There are a lot more important things to consider, sure, but for now, it's a start?

I am so very, very, overwhelmed...

I meet with a gentlemen on Thursday about breeding his privately owned Amur Tiger. I'm a lizard girl, primarily, but given the zoo's tiny staff I suddenly find myself the most qualified person on payroll to handle breeding requests across all species. Suppose that three year stint in Australasia did me some good after all (Take that student loans!).

Typically I'm against exotic creatures as household pets but in cases like this it's such a blessing to have even one more specimen healthy enough to contribute to the population. And if the data I've received is any indication, she should have no trouble catching provided she and the stud like one another enough.

Yes. Even in the animal kingdom girls are picky.

In any case I am exceptionally excited. Too excited to sleep in fact so I'm off for a jog. (Julian, if you're reading this never fear, I've brought the pepper spray with me).

I wish to confront the scurrilous rumors by the newspapers and set the record straight.

My name is Jean Valjean, and I was an inmate in La Santé Prison for six years during my youth for petty robbery.

I served my time, and was released, moving to the United States for a fresh start. I am a free man, and while I regret the deception it seemed the best course at the time.

Your understanding and appreciation of my family's privacy is most welcome during this time.

[Pretend these were sent Saturday afternoon]

[Texts to Courfeyrac]
>> Sorry I didn't say bye before I left.
>> My brother came to get me cause I was kind of pissed.
>> Lame, huh?
>> From the sounds of it, I left just before all the debauchery.

[Texts to Jon Snow]
>> I know I said it a bunch, but thanks again for coming to get me last night.
>> Tell you *secret boyfriend* that I'm sorry for interrupting things.

[Texts to Gendry Waters]
>> Thanks again for driving me to get my car after the game.
>> Next time lunch is on me.

[Text to Beth Cassidy]
>> I need your help.

Oh, God, my head.

Remind me to never drink that much ever again.

I can't believe I just got done negotiating with the cops that if I tried to shut this party up, they'd go away. I guess the landlord called a couple times because the neighbors bitched and we didn't hear it?

NOW I get to quiet all the stragglers down, which, fuck, I didn't actually want to do, but somehow found myself agreeing anyway.

Tomorrow morning, after I drink a truck's worth of coffee, I'm turning in my adult card. Right now, I get to put my friends and some of THEIR friends to sleep.

Being responsible's a real pain in the ass.

[[COMMENTS ARE NOT WORKSAFE!]]

In the immortal words of every star wars character ever, I've got a BAD feeling about this.

What am I bringing to this party anyway?

I want it on record that while yes, Andre Courfeyrac has a black eye because of me, it was so not on purpose.

Oh my god. Oh my god I just fucked up.

...How exactly does one go about getting one of those things? The word that starts with "J" and ends in "B"? I might be needing one.

One of the many wonderful things about having a theatre major for a boyfriend is that he's very good at costumes and makeup and things!

We decided to turn me into a faerie king. I'm quite pleased with my hair!

I got my hair cut for my birthday! It's this Wednesday but I wanted it done TODAY!

[a picture like her icon of her hair cut cute and short to her jawline and trim]

My agent sent me a link to this network and I just had to sign up! It looks like a lot of fun and I'll be able to interface directly with people who watch the show.

Oh! Duh. My name is Marie Antoinette. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm looking forward to making some new connections here.

It’s indecent, I believe, that a man... (Or any person for that matter!) would think it appropriate to make such forward advances on a woman they have only just met. I do not care if they believe they know me from what the tabloids have said. They can politely put it back in their pants and continue on their way until they’re ready to hold a civilized conversation with me.

I suppose I shouldn't have expected more from St. Patrick's Day, but at least I can vent my frustrations here.

If this singing thing keeps up, I'm excited about tomorrow. I've got my fingers crossed that it happens during mass in the morning, might actually make it more bearable. (I promise I'll go to confession about that.)

Here's hoping to a lot of good Irish folk songs in general, though hopefully not over supper, and can't wait to see what the pub's will be like.

Also, my cousin and I have a contest on to see who can get the most kisses. Remember: if you see yourself an Irish lad or lass tomorrow, show them your appreciation. And maybe give us a song or two.