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Oi, I have a feeling that despite my numerous awesome plans I will end up wearing a sparkly tutu for Halloween. You see that's the thing about when you get into a pranking war with someone, it never ends. I mean it was only cockroaches and fake ones at that. Any prank I get back will be worth it though because it was amusing to watch them jump around. Cursing sounds a lot more attractive in French too in case you were wondering. They were rather cute but don't tell them I said that.

My Halloween costume is pretty awesome though so maybe I will save the tutu for another occasion.

Guess who was offered a chance to model for America Eagle's lingerie line Aerie? Yep, me. I don't think my mum was too keep on me talking the gig but she needs to realize I'm not a little girl any more. I'm a teenager and that means hormones and boys. Would there be any question if I was a boy?

I was on call last night and didn't get a single work-related call. I did get texts about rodents, panties, and pictures of breasts. Come in this morning to find they had two emergencies that the interns had to handle on their own. We're lucky nobody died.

They're dead! Oh my god, the capitol killed them all!

I got a job at Disneyland! I can't believe it. It's so much closer to home and I'll be working for Portia who I love and is so much nicer than my old boss. Plus, Disneyland will never go under water. That would just be silly.

I promised my sister I would start putting photographs out there to see what people think, so this is me doing that. It's not even a fantastic one but it's the first one I found that struck my fancy when I opened the folder on my laptop. It won't win any awards but I hope some of you find it as pretty as I do. I have a thing for cloud photography.

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These dreams have really have to go. It's nice that some of you get to dream about magic, magical places, flying and butterflies but some of us don't. It's all kids killing kids and people betting on the outcome like it is some twisted reality television show. Win? Yeah, your life doesn't get any better apparently. Least it didn't for me in this dream land.

But HEY! Least I can say I was a Victor and it is now my job to mentor kids ever year! Kids that will be destined to die. It gives me a reason to pour myself a drink here in the real world.

You know what's harder than being the new girl, in a new place, and in a new school? Trying to explain that your name is Glimmer. It is like an instant cue to start the teasing and harassing. I can tell that I am just going to love this place.

I think for once I do not have anything snarky and cynical to say for once. What is this world coming to? I mean of course I could go on a rant about politics but they are bloody morons and it would be a waste of time to say anything more. Either way the country is going to continued to be screwed up.

Oddly, it seems to have numerous parallels to the dreams I have been having which is just disturbing. Dreams like mine should never seem possible.

Well, Peeta definitely beat me fair and square: I only got one gold medal and one silver.

Then again, I only competed in two events. Everyone who cares already knows I took the gold in women's individual, and that my team came in second for women's team archery.

So now I'm in the market for a house, which I'll be looking at more seriously after I settle in home (which apparently includes a trip to Nevada to see Peeta's friend get married). Anyone got real estate recommendations? Tips? Happen to be selling a house?

I know I'm a grown woman and all, but all I really want to do today is lie around the hotel room and watch the Lorax on dvd.

I'm kind of excited to be on my way home soon, I miss my house.

I forgot my phone so I can't call Finnick and everything is falling a part. I think I got fired because I refused to go on a shoot that was set for the beach, but I still can't swim and I didn't want to be that close to the water. I'm putting my things in boxes, but I can't bring them all home with me on the train. I really need someone to find Finnick and ask him to pick me up from the studio.

Since you are all constantly yapping on here about dreams, did you know if you eat a bunch of cheddar cheese before bed it is proven to increase dreams and their vividness? Yeah. I didn't either. With all these bloody dreams I am having I am not sure I want anything but another drink.

Christ, who the hell "reaps" children to fight in some thing called Hunger Games? It's like an orchestrated blood bath. Turning children into murderers. I need another drink. Drink enough booze and you drown out the dreams. At least I hope so

So a close friend of mine has seen a lot of enemy fire and stuff. You know. Battle veteran and the whole nine yards. Doesn't really trust a lot of people, especially doctors, scientists, etc. Who can blame the guy?

He really needs some help though, and I was wondering if anyone out there had some recommendations for a shrink that was used to handling people like that. I thought I might call around and see if I could get him to come in and talk to someone.

Anyone have some names for me?

So it seems whatever everyone else has got that makes them have weird dreams I've now caught though mine are more odd than nightmares. I'm kind of worried now though in case they become nightmares.

But so far they've been kind of related to my job, designing dresses (although they are incredibly...interesting dresses) and being assigned a whole district to design for (not sure what a tribute is but I think it has something to do with some sort of game). Maybe my subconscious wants me to have dreams so is making them up?

I'd like to think I'm the sort of person who has an abundance of patience. I mean, I've been told that before so it must be true, right? I'm just not so sure how much longer I'm going to be able to put up with my boss. She's in full on rage mode this week. Either she's PMSing or something is seriously wrong somewhere in her life. I try to be there for her, but she does nothing but take it out on me. I'm tired of coming home feeling awful because of her.

Anyone know of any openings

Hello, England.

A month minus two days until the actual Olympics. I am not dead. My sister keeps calling me and crying, though. She'll be here soon enough, I hope she can handle the three weeks away from me.

Thanks everyone who gave me plane tips, too.



And I don't know what's going on at home, but according to the Internet there are apparently aliens? Have fun with that in CA, we don't have any here except for the way that everyone in the Village is essentially an alien to British soil.

You know, I think the Romans had the right idea with the whole gladiator bit. A few fights to the death every month'd reduce the surplus population of idiots and give us a nice bout of entertainment as well.

Would like to compile list of all affected by strange connection, facilitate easier pattern detection, etc. Local network seems best place to start.

If affected, post here. Details of circumstances also helpful, but optional.

Needed:

Three(all positions have been filled) handsome and strapping young men (Must be clean cut, able to work well with me, lean), and four three gorgeous women(doesn't matter the height, lean build, not afraid to undress in front of others), for a fashion shoot for the shop I work at.

Please contact me if interested, darlings.

You will be paid, and the magnificent pieces you wear can be taken home with you!

My metro card isn't working for the train today and I got kicked off in Santa Ana. How am I supposed to get to work now? I have a feeling today is going to be another one of those days.

The shrinks must be making a killing.

So then, boys and girls. It's just about time for things to get exciting.

Leaving aside the charity ball, we still have several auctions starting up, with the goal of fundraising to get our local athletes to London for the Olympics next month. They're leaving soon, so they'll have time to train at their various venues in advance, and that means that we need to step up our game in order to get them there.

I have six jackets, each of them very individualistic and one-of-a-kind, in sizes XS, S, M, L, XL, and 2X, all of which are dedicated to the dream of health and athleticism at every size, with a subtly Olympian motif. If you have questions, feel free to ask them, but the actual auction for them will end on Saturday night at the charity ball. If you absolutely must have one, please send me a private message with your maximum bid. I'll let you know if the ball's maximum bid at the silent auction is higher, so you'll have a chance to outmatch it, unless an assortment of people are all desperate for the same size, in which case... well, we'll see.

And, because I know well the power of the Internet to awe and amaze, I'm going to turn to you, boys and girls: Olympian athletes are not a corporation, and therefore sponsoring them to get to the Olympics can, and perhaps should, be crowdsourced. Nothing at all says that you can't donate $5 to help your favorite local athlete get a chance to shine. If a thousand people all donate whatever they have lying around in their PayPal accounts, I'm completely certain at least four teams would have their total expenses covered instantaneously.

[ooc: artificial PayPal DONATE! button]

[Filtered to friends; your character is on it if you think they are! Her definition of 'friends' is weird and wide]

Crap.

Our place got broken into AGAIN. I can't get ahold of Mom and Prim's really upset.

No, I am not calling the cops. Never trusted police. They did shit all for us in WV. I want to track them down and get our shit back this time.

I just landed a TV commercial! It's not just me in it, it's the whole relay team, but it's still really awesome. I don't have any lines or anything, but there are going to be a couple of group shots and shots of me in the pool. I am sort of enjoying this whole having sponsors thing. I am getting paid to go compete in the Olympics. This is insane.

So it's probably been long enough that I can post this without making the entire internet about me (which is why I held off, really, not because I'm not appreciative), but I just wanted to, uh.

Thank everybody again for the birthday party. Even the people I threatened to kill over the whole "surprise" aspect. That was just teasing, so if you thought I intended to actually follow through on it you can stop worrying about it. Ginny, I'm not selling your soul to anyone, even if I do intend to still use Fred for target practice.

I hope I didn't say insufferably mad for too long; it was a lot of fun, but if you were there you probably figured out I was actually enjoying it. The people around were actually people I liked. That was more than enough, so I also appreciate nobody trying too hard to make me go to prom. Maybe next year, Mellark

And if you need a good birthday party, talk to Peeta, Haymitch, Finnick and Cinna, because they do a good job.

Reason #51 that I don't miss Vegas: it's a desert. Annie, I'm definitely driving home tonight.

Okay, so crazy shit happens on Friday nights in the E.R. I mean, I get that, and it's not like I'm not on my phone to pass the time while I wait for xrays and stitches after baseball practice got a little out of hand, but uh...anybody have ANY idea what's going on? Because from the snatches of conversation that I'm getting in the halls, and the fact there's actually media being turned away, it's obviously somebody big and something MAJOR's gone down.

Uh everybody on this network okay? Bruce?

Should this be some kind of celebrity check in post?

12 days left of high school! Although I don't know how much in the way of school is going to happen. Katniss has a birthday, we have prom, senior skip day, the athletics awards - class is sort of the last thing on my mind.

Although I am trying to convince my parents that we need to go to England for the Olympics. Mum isn't going for it, though. It's mental considering we ARE English. You think she'd want to go have tea and cheer on the teams. Except in swimming and archery.

KATNISS EVERDEEN, what do you want for your birthday? I can spare a brother or two if you'd like someone to shoot arrows at, but I'm also going to get you something that is wrapped in paper and all that.

I keep having dreams where I'm in training to be some sort of child soldier. I can't be more than four or five in some of them, though I think I was as old as fourteen in one.

[Filtered to Jean Grey]

I'm planning to move out of your friend's house today, although I admit that I wish I could stay longer. A lady I know could use some help around her home, and I'm going to live with her until she recovers from surgery. And it will give me some time to figure out my next step. She's 85, bless her.

If your friend's wondering why his dishwasher no longer leaks, it's because I fixed it. I got a little bored yesterday. Also, there were a few lose chairs in the kitchen, so I tightened those as well. Other than that, everything's washed and ready.

And I do hope you are feeling better.

Thank you, for everything.

OH! I also fixed the doorbell.

In six hours I'll finally be able to escape hillybilly high school. Social events and team meetings are not my thing, especially when they are rationing the alcohol.

How the hell am I supposed to tolerate overly perky people without alcohol? Even in Texas, slapping would be assault. Maybe it's different it you wave a gun around first, Texans love guns, yeah?

Haymitch, did you win or do I need to bring you enough tequila to supply the Mexican Drug Cartel? Missed the race.

I may or may not have taken over Haymitch's place so I could watch him and GirlOnFire at the Kentucky derby. He won't mind, right? It's starting in about an hour. Message me for details if you want to come watch it with me.

Guess whose shareholders finally okayed his new branch in So Cal? Means I'll be spending a LOT more time out here, which, with the girlfriend being off again, gives me the chance to make new friends.

So, where exactly do you people go have fun that isn't tacky, overrun with tourists, or a pretentious pain in the ass? I go to those venues enough for work. Speaking of which, I probably should know where I should drag the clients to impress them, but that's boring if I don't have somebody to come along.

Any of you pretty people want to be my smoking hot plus one? Hell, you can even be on television, TMZ's been alerted I'm flying in as we speak, and I'm busy practicing my best smile and ready to make the paparazzi swoon. Let's do some dinner and fuck Or, if you're really nice to me, just come back to my plane instead.

So if you're hot and legal age, and obviously, into guys, consider this your invitation. The Ollie Queen Dream Machine is on its way to town.

» Finnick!
» Finnick, I need you.

I know, I know. I've been terrible about checking in, but given what's coming up, I doubt that anybody here is going to walk up to me and go "You're a horrible person, Mr. Abernathy, post more" or things along those lines. One way or the other, I'm going to have time again in the break between Kentucky and Maryland, so there's a start.

Right, that's all provided I don't succumb to the temptation and get my ass plastered on my connecting flight after the stopover I'm still on. They won't let me back on if I show up reeling, but if I end up reeling on the plane...

So it's the week of all weeks that I can't fuck up and do that and I've got my usual AA generated list of pithy shit to get me through, but HELL, I don't remember it being this tense when I was in this spot last. I'm not going to say I doubt my horse, who's flying here on the same flight as me, and I can't say I doubt my jockey, hotshot little shit he is, he makes you believe before he's even gotten on, And then his hands are MAGIC, but...

Those little moments when you realize how much you've got staked on something, and how bad you want it. I told myself this time I wasn't going to get my hopes up, even when I knew that she was something special, even when we got nominated and all the official shit done, and as far as loading The Girl up this morning. I was calm, I was composed, and then I realized just how many shots I've blown, how damn much I can't screw up now.

I want this win the way I haven't wanted anything in a long time. I want it because, fuck, I care about Girl, and our operation, and possibly reviving this industry that shot itself in the foot years ago. I actually don't know if I can hold it all together until the finish on Saturday.

It isn't her I don't have faith in. It's myself.

It's funny what a psychological difference there is between Saturday and Sunday. Both days belong solely to you, but on Sunday you've got Monday looming overhead.

Anyone ever get so drawn to someone that it frightens them? Like..well I don't know love at first sight, but there's a level of comfort there. And maybe some wanting and desire. A lot of confusion.

All I really know is I want to spend all sorts of time with them, and hold them. Its hard to breathe around them.