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God, it feels good to be back in my own skin.

Pete? Take the next couple days off of work. I'm not letting you out of the bedroom.

And I just got fired. Just like in my dreams. For the same reason.

u8 rjvarkldjadrqrmjkl~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's my forehead hitting the keyboard.

This is weird. Really weird. Like, goes against nature weird. I... I don't have the words.

John, if you're reading this, I'm not coming in to work until I can sort out this whole body mess thing.

I never thought I'd say this, but my job's actually gotten easier since Seiya decided to embrace his flaming side. The initial drama with the Korean side of his label aside, most people were pretty accepting of it all.

And our new label will actually let us be the Three Lights. Not really something I thought I'd ever do, but... it's still nice.

Somehow, life seems to be settling down again in the wake of so much wildness. After the Husks and Las Vegas, it felt like things wouldn't get normal again, but, they have. And being around people I care about, with a wife who makes me happy, doesn't hurt either.

I like being able to help people in my current job, and I think I will enjoy it as long as I can.

I haven't dreamed those kinds of dreams in a long time. I just keep dreaming the old ones on a loop. It's weird, usually I can dream pretty lucidly - change things around if I want to - but not those. In those I always get a crappy ending.

And I figure: maybe this place, these bodies, maybe reincarnation's a real, vivid thing for us. Maybe we get a chance to make things better here.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my job? I love my job, I love my life... Best boyfriend ever, did I mention? Except that he talks about me being naked online.

Okay, so I talk about me being naked online, too.

I'm like the anti-blogger. Since everything's good right now.

Oh, Shit. Did I just jinx myself? Where's some wood? Throw salt over my shoulder?

Debating not going back to school in the fall. Don't tell my folks. Draco, don't read that.

So turns out, when you have a super sexy girlfriend who hangs around the house naked half the time... it really makes it quite difficult to get any real work done. But! I did manage to get this piece done and I think it might actually revolutionize noise-cancelling headphones. To a degree never reached before. I now have to head into the lab to actually put it to use, but this could come in supremely handy for public use, sure. But really, it'll help with those who work with guns, or in factories with loud noises, or construction sites, airports.

You know what?

Squirt gun fight.

Tonight.

Huntington Beach.

BYOSG

(Which, incidentally, you could purchase at For the Lulz [address in Huntington Beach].)

I woke up and there were a bunch of pill bottles by my bed. Unopened. Rx stuff.

[TW: Comments will no doubt deal with psychological issues and medication.]

It's official, I hate this place terribly.

All right, the OC hasn't done anything wrong but it's the general fact that I regrettably must live within the same county as the people who I should supposedly refer to as my family.

( Filtered for family arguments. )


[Filtered to Robert's friends.]

Would any of you care to help me move? I'm not really bringing much, but I'm taking the piano whether they like it or not. And my music collection is very heavy.

Destination, Determination and Deliberation.

Well. I had all three, and I seemed to have managed apparition for the very first time. I figured it was about time to make the effort, since in my dreams I had just gotten my license for it.

They were not wrong, it definitely makes you vomit the first go around. Fairly unfortunate that, but at least I was prepared to expect it.

Hermione, were you still interested in learning? Also, I've finished your book and mean to return it.

I'm kind of a jerk in my dreams. I mean, I guess I already knew that, and might have mentioned it before. But really. Jerk. Unrelentingly so.

It's maddening funny to think of how immature my dream self is. Looking to regain approval and love honor from my family. It seems so pointless, considering what I've gone through in this life to get those things, and then decide I don't need them anymore, anyway.


I guess what I'm really trying to say is this, though:

Avatar Aang? I'm really sorry for all that --er. Me.

Bummed that I missed the Vegas Vacation. But seriously... If anyone needs anything... Y'know. Offering shit. And shit. Whatever I can do, man.

Also, it's weird to be living with a boyfriend. Just throwin' that out there. No Draco to catch tuning his guitar in the living room, no Zuko to walk in on me coming out of the bath. I hang out on the sofa naked sometimes, just because I can.

Anyone else done that? It's kinda awesome.

God, what is happening in Vegas? It's just... it's just horrible, and what the hell is that? I mean, seriously, what the hell is going on? Why is this stuff happening?

I feel like... well I hope everyone going to 'stop' it are safe. I wish there was something I could do to help.

I mean, other than these... powers.

Does anybody here dream they're a toddler? Like, in diapers toddler? I don't know if this is a Dream or just a weird subconscious thing.

So where is the place to be this weekend? It's Friday night and I haven't quite figured out what I'm doing. I could go out on my own, but who wants to do that?

( trigger warning: dreams of death of a loved one )

So it's been a while since I've played live for an audience with one thing and another in my life. I'm changing that this weekend though. I'm playing at the coffee house on [street name] Saturday 12-2.

Come along if you wanna have a listen, few covers, few new songs. No tomato throwers thanks ;)

Has anyone here learned how to do something because of their dreams? I'm pretty sure I can shoot a rifle now.

TO ALL OF MY ADORING FANS!

I'll be gone for the next four days to celebrate my birthday with my brother, his husband and my boyfriend. We're going to Disneyland! Don't miss me too much. ;)

So, last week my girlfriend still get excited saying that had a dream about all of our friends going camping, except they weren't really us. I was some burnout stoner and Jules was a blonde. Holden and Curt were pretty much the same... I guess. Anyway, it was the exact same dream that she had, right down to the dialogue. Mine went on a little further, we were on the road towards the cabin Curt's cousin had rented. Except Curt's cousin is like, seven or something. So that was weird too.

Anyway, I guess my point is: does that happen a lot? Do people have matching dreams?

Alright... well I failed. I fell asleep last night, and I dreamed again... I just... I can't take these things.

What the hell are the Avengers?

Clear your calendars. We're leaving at ass am on Thursday, and coming home Sunday night.

It's my(our) birthday, and I insist.

We'll be staying at the Grand Californian Spa hotel, and playing in Disneyland and California Adventure for four days.

I won't take no for an answer. The reservation is set.

Weird week.
I think, probably, it could have gone worse. Considering.

Violet? Are you -- around?

Four shots of espresso and a Red Bull later, and I'm pretty sure I can get this project done by the end of the night. If not? There's always all day tomorrow and tomorrow night as well. Still, 48 hours and counting. Woo!

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.

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DRACO. ZUKO. PETER.

Mario Kart Memorial Day Marathon.

I won't take no for an answer.

ooc: Katniss will be collapsing on Peeta in their thread dated for the end of April. If your character is friends/otherwise close to Katniss and Peeta, I think it's fair to assume the news got out - I'm even fine with saying some reporter was lurking and caught it on camera and started some outlandish story about her being terminally ill/pregnant/whatever.

Everyone can stop checking up on me now. I'm fine.

Filter: Pansy Malfoy

Thank you for the spa. It was amazing. I'm feeling much better and I'm glad you invited me. Do you want to grab some lunch later?

Filter: Peeta

I'm sorry if I scared you.

Filter: Elena Gilbert

How about breakfast before school tomorrow?

Rain, rain go away. I'm really not fond of this weather. It's not that cold, I guess, but I could do with some sunshine.

Grumpy Cat might just be my favorite thing about the Internet right now.

( cut, not filtered )

Seriously, I think I've been sitting here for at least an hour liking everything on that stupid Facebook page. It's like we're soulmates. (Sorry, Peeta.)

So, I've had an interesting couple of weeks. Very interesting. Awkward, happy, angry, irritable, focused, excited, disappointed... it's been a roller coaster of emotions. Very much looking forward to Friday, so I can go have a few drinks and possibly sing some karaoke.

Oooh, Karaoke or Dance, Dance Revolution? (Did you know that game still exists after Rock Band stole its thunder?) Who's with me??

Peter Parker.. are we related? I met you in my dream last night. We have to be connected somehow.

Unless I just stole your name.

I think I have my shop exactly the way I want it. I think, at least.

There's one box of books that I keep bringing back and forth from the shop to my personal library and back again. Books that I don't necessarily need and probably could stand to part with, but that I might read again.

This is the peril of owning one's own business, I suppose. Any advice on letting go of possessions would be greatly appreciated.

Yours,
Arthur Fell-Crowley

So these dreams are getting remarkably intense now. Insanely intense. Scarily intense. That's not a proper wording of that phrase, but get over it.

I don't think they're dreams, they feel more like memories, but that's impossible. You see, I have never lived in New York at an age older than early middle school. Some of you people, most of which I have never met before, are actually in them. Even if for only snippets. People I have NEVER met, never heard of, never seen even on this thing; they're in them too, it is impossible.

On a side note, is Snooki basically just one lasagna away from being Garfield?

And Cool Ranch Doritos Locos taco is amazing, you're welcome for this important review. Now pay me, Taco Bell.

No more need to hide in offices that aren't mine due to singing sprees. Everything is so abrupt in this place. Start. Stop. Sing. Dance. Done.

I'm pleased for it this time.

It's the early shift today, then I'm free for the day. Not sure what to do with it, yet.

I hate my dreams. I hate how they're so similar to real life, and different at the same time.

I miss my mother more now than ever, after tonight... And I hate how that makes me feel weak. I wonder, a little, if she is really dead. Is that stupid?

I forgot how much I like American hamburgers in the last year. Europe's lovely, but it's just not the same, though there's a distinct lack of chaos over there. My mother wouldn't shut up about all the insanity over in the States.

Anyway, now that I'm settled in after my trip, I'd like to start offering piano or voice lessons to anyone who's interested. College kid needing extra money and all that. Price would depend on level of skill.

Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I've done alright up to now
It's the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls, loneliness calls

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me

Oh my god, it never ends.

I'm curious, has anyone else had dreams where they have like an extra family member? In my dream I have four brothers, but in real life I only have three. I would have had four if Robb hadn't died. It's weird, because it feels like it's the way things should be, but it's pretty impossible for it to actually happen.

It's over. The end of the battle, the end of the war.

Wow. Those were some fucked up dreams. I don't know how to process it all.

Oh my god. My father is dead.

Bellatrix
Tell me it wasn't you.

I hate myself in my dreams.

[Private to Draco]
The PI said he's got a lead on my mother. My birth mother, anyway.

On my way to have pancakes.

[Private Message to Bellatrix]
We should talk. I've been learning things in my dreams.

I really wish my dreams would let up for a bit. As if I don't have enough going on in my life, now I'm dreaming about being at Hogwarts, with Snape as headmaster. And The Carrows running around teaching, no training us to use unforgivable curses on other students.

It's just a mess. I woke up this morning in a cold sweat. Way too early, too. I'm supposed to get to sleep in on Saturdays.

I wasn't Dumbledore's biggest fan, but I didn't want the guy dead, or anything. There was a good turnout at the funeral, though.

Was a pretty shitty start of a pretty terrible day.

I think I'm still a little hung over from the other day. What a strange thing. Perhaps I am a light-weight?



On the plus side, I haven't had that dream again.

Okay, so I know the Inquisitorial Squad were douchebags, but seriously. I spent some time in the hospital wing in my dream last night. From antlers. I grew antlers. Because of one of the Weasley Twins. Not sure which, I can't ever tell those two apart.

Ugh, the Hospital Wing smells like ass. I woke up tasting it this morning. Wtf.

So, uh, I was watching the news today and one of my favorite musicians. I think I've spoken about her before on this thing, but her name's Michiru. She's been kidnapped--is this real? This isn't some stupid National Enquirer prank is it?

Well I suppose not, since it's on legit news stations.

God this world is terrible, well my thoughts go out to her and her family. I hope she's okay... where ever she is.

I require assistance urgently.

There is no coffee in this flat.