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Out of all the flavors of Skittles that they could have chosen to make a special bag of just that one flavor...why did they pick lime?

I've noticed a weird and growing sentiment online from people in middle school and high school, talking about how SPECIFICALLY women college age or above that are still in fandom or geek spaces are weird and "jobless losers". Which is odd because they don't say a word about men that still have the same hobbies they always did. Or about them having hobbies at all. It's specifically women that shouldn't have hobbies or should have PRODUCTIVE hobbies.

And maybe I'm a bit touchy because I cosplay online as a hobby and have had to put in my bio for people under a certain age to please not duet with me. But... we were in these spaces first? Why do we need to go? And why are specifically women not allowed to unwind in a way that doesn't make money or benefit other people? "get a job" I've got two, thanks.

One more week of shooting and then the movie will be wrapped! I think I'm going to hold off on signing onto any new projects for a while. Actually spend some time relaxing and hanging out with my family. Especially since apparently it's been decided by everyone that I get to be the DM for our next campaign - I'm definitely banning bard characters.

No matter how long I've been working as Eliot's assistant, it will always baffle me how many people will try to plan things for the very last minute. You want to get married in June? Fantastic! That gives you a little over a year... oh you mean this June? Yeah, no. Not happening. You've known you were engaged for how long? Everyone is booked up, and IF you can find someone who can wiggle anything in, it'll cost an insane amount of money. Plus, you know, you have to INVITE PEOPLE. This isn't the sims, you can't plan a wedding day of.

Apparently "Dad Rock" Is no longer things like Aerosmith or Bon Jovi. I just found out that Blink 182 is now considered "Dad Rock" and I don't know how I feel about it.

On one hand, I'm not that old.

On the other hand, my daughters do know every word of "I Miss You" by heart and sing along when it comes on my playlist in the car. So. There's some truth there.

So I moved back to my parents’ today since the semester ended and I was just unpacking and it’s the weirdest thing, none of my socks are there. I know I packed then cause I checked to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. But what’s even stranger is that any socks I had here at home are also missing. Is there a sock thief going around?

Lovin' this laser crossbow thing. Almost as satisfyin' as slicin' my claws through these things.

Anyone need any help?

Alice

You an' Kurt okay?

I did a sweep of the area earlier to get an idea of just how many areas the droids were located and it's honestly not a lot, but there are a lot of droids. I took out a few tanks from the sky cause those are probably the ones we really need to worry about. The B1s, the ones honestly aren't that hard to take down. Yesterday BB8 managed to distract a few to give me a chance to pick em off with the Bowcaster I got. That thing is pretty awesome. I can see why it's Chewie's weapon of choice.

I really wish Rey and Finn were here cause I think they could have had a good time taking down some of these guys.

What am I meant to do with this?

I didn't realize I'd been burning the candle at both ends as badly as I have been until I got home tonight - I used my face wash on my hair instead of my conditioner. I didn't even realize the mistake until after I'd done it. I think I need to take a few days off and just relax, maybe take some naps. Take Kurt to the park or the beach.

Tiktok changed the max time for videos from 60 seconds to three minutes. And I'm not sure if I'm annoyed with the change, or if it means I get to be creative with future videos. Because honestly, for me? Getting what I wanted into the time limit was part of the creative process.

I'm thinking about maybe doing another show. Now that things have settled down, and Julian is home and all. I miss being on stage. There's nothing like the energy of performing in front of a live audience.

Dreamed about the All Valley tournament last night.

Yeah. That was an adventure.

Today I had a client ask we tell the caterer he wanted candle salads as a starter dish. And I've never heard of a candle salad before. So I looked it up. Okay fruit salad of some sort, but why is it called a candle salad?

So I kept scrolling to the finished picture. And um.

I don't really have much (any) experience in that area, but that really doesn't look like a candle to me, and I can really only think of one way you'd eat that.

Did I mention this event was a wedding rehearsal dinner? How much do you have to hate your in-laws?

I saw the White Rabbit again in my Dreams! And this time he talked to me! Well he thought I was someone named Mary Ann but that's not the important part! He needed my help to keep the Duchess from executing him over something or other by going to his house to get his gloves and fan that he'd dropped in the Hall we fell into. The Hall disappeared while the flood was happening so I went running off and find his house by following the signs that point in that direction. As soon as I went in the house it finally hit me how weird all of this is and I ended up fantasizing for a few minutes about what it would be like to have Dinah ordering me around the way the Rabbit did but then I realized she probably wouldn't be let in the house doing that.

I found his fan and gloves and right next to them a little bottle on the table and clearly dreamAlice hasn't learned anything about just eating and drinking what she sees in this strange world I'm dreaming about because she drinks the bottle down even though there's no label on it because her logic - something interesting is bound to happen - and she's not wrong. She starts to grow bigger which is great at first until she stops drinking from the bottle only to keep growing. Finally dreamAlice is so big that she has to lay on one side with her arm out the window and one foot up the Rabbit's chimney in order to fit in the house and that's when she quits growing.

And that was when I woke up.

Having this service dog really has made a difference. I never really bought into the whole emotional support dog thing, but I'm glad I looked into it. Since he's been with me, my anxiety has been reduced at least by half.

Alright, so this question is mostly the anyone who has been here for a few years. Next week is April 1st. What are the chances that the same thing that happened last year will happen again? Cause I really don't feel like turning into a woman again. It was interesting, but not something I want to revisit.

I'm guessing wanting to get drunk and forget everything is a common reaction to the dreams? Yeah. That's where I'm at today. I actually called off work, which I have never done for myself. The sad thing is, I only just started dreaming and I have a feeling it's going to get a lot worse than this.

I heard on the news that a father decided that he needed to take his two year old into an elephant enclosure the San Diego zoo to get a selfie. Watching the video, you can tell that the elephant is enraged causing the man to flee the enclosure and dropping his two year old very close to the charging elephant's feet.

Thankfully the child is fine, the father has been arrested and charged and the elephant faces no consequences of this man's actions. The lack of common sense people have is astounding.

Sometimes I find myself stopping at thinking how bizarre it is to live in a place like The Institute. For anyone not familiar with it; it sometimes reminds me of dorms you sometimes see in British movies or tv shows. You know how all those old Universities have these big, old stone buildings as their dorms? Well it's kind of like that and considering only four of us live here, it feels even bigger sometimes. In my dream world, Institutes usually house a large number of Shadowhunters, but even in my dreams there aren't a lot of Shadowhunters that live in the New York Institute. It's also a little weird since I don't live there, in my dreams. I'm still at the Shadowhunter University, which is an even bigger and older and draftier version of old British dorms.

Speaking of which, I really hope I have another dream soon. I've said it before, but I really want to know if I survive the ascension and become a Shadowhunter. It's killing me, not knowing.

These dreams just keep piling it on.

I took the kids from the dojo to train in a junk yard. And then I found out my star pupil is dating my arch nemesis' daughter. So I told him about our teenage rivalry. It sounded a lot like my real life.

When we got home, Miguel's mom invited me to dinner. Talking to her inspired me to give my stepfather back the money I'd borrowed from him. I started to try and write a letter to my son, but there was a commotion outside. Thugs from LaRusso's auto dealership were trashing my car.

They set it on fire, and I took one of their motorcycles and headed to LaRusso's house. I woke up before I got there.

The big take away was that I'm glad I have a better relationship with my kid here. Not much, but. We're getting there.

Well, that was an interesting dream. We went to a planet that seemed to be covered in a mist. The energy readings were off the charts. Rodney assessed it to be powerful enough to allow us to dial Earth and go home through the stargate. Almost as soon as we got there, I got a weird feeling about it all. I took Teyla shopping, and then we went back to my place, an upscale bachelor pad on a lake, complete with a pool and a view to die for. I introduced Teyla to beer, and then a couple of my buddies from the service showed up.

I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, until I got to the house. I never lived in a house like that, and the Johnny Cash poster I have in Atlantis was there on the wall. And then when Dex and Mitch showed up...Turned out, the mist on that planet is a race of noncorporeal beings with the ability to get inside our heads. They allowed us to think we made contact with earth, and that we could worm hole back to the Milky Way. It was all an illusion.

Apparently whenever that stargate is activated, some of their race is sacrificed for the energy that is used. So in order to keep us from killing them, they provided illusions that were based on our thoughts and what not, and therefore not entirely accurate. I was the first to figure out something was wrong, which hey. Kudos to me.

In the end they accepted our promise not to use their energy to try and get home, because as I told him yeah, we want to go home, but not at the price of all those lives. Besides, we volunteered for the Atlantis Expedition, and I for one am not ready to turn my back on it. Not to go back to Earth, where there isn't all that much to go back to besides like football, pizza, and beer.

Welp. My dreams did a time jump. I'm 12 now. Better than 8, but still awkward.

So... I'm starting to really wonder about this damn haunted house. Supposedly there was banging on the wall and I'd thought that it was Shirley doing it. Yet, my big sister wasn't doing any such thing. I really, really hate these dreams. That damn house is creepy enough as it is. Add banging on the walls to shit, that makes it worse.

Well... I guess the whole dream thing was bound to happen sooner or later.

Looks like I'd been traveling around the world training with combat and survivalist specialists, just so I could join the Crows. My old man says that I'm just like my cousin, Bruce, except that I'm actually going somewhere with my life.

Also, my cousin's been gone for three years and I decide 'Hey, lets break into the place.' Because my step-sister calls me saying that Sophie was kidnapped. Which brought me back to Gotham early. Also, Luke is something else.

I think, right now, I'm glad that my sister is off in Italy. Considering these damn dreams, but I plan to check on her anyway.

On top of all of that. OW. Guess it's a good thing I know someone good at stitching up wounds, so I'm probably going to have a scar on my left shoulder. Along with a bruise along my cheek, but that's neither here nor there.

I finally made it to the shore in my Dreams after almost drowning in the sea my tears made. I’m sitting with the animals on shore trying to dry off but nobody has any ideas except for one of the mice and the Dodo. The mouse is going to recite for us while we dry but when that’s clearly not going to work the Dodo declares it’s time for a caucus race. The track is almost a circle and the rules are for us to run for as long as they want, stopping and starting as they want and everybody ends up dry.

The Dodo declares everyone has won and that I need to give them their prizes! I search my pockets and luckily find a pack of candies in my pocket that aren’t wet. And there are just enough of them for me to give one to everyone else. And since I don’t have anything other than my thimble in my pocket that’s my prize.

Hunting ghost killers is always fun.

At least there were no reapers or wendigos involved this time. Just a good old vengeful spirit.

I really don't like these dreams.

Looks like the dreams are starting to get into the best friend territory. The first time that I ever met my best friend, Chloe.


[Dick]

The dream didn't just show me that. I also don't want you to be surprised by bullet holes in the shirt upstairs.

Newest dream has me taking my brother and Clarke to Lincoln's village. If not for Raven, we would've never gotten out of the dropship camp. DreamOctavia is intent on finding Lincoln. We'd all stopped for the night and DreamClarke and DreamBell had been talking about finding Finn and Murphy.

Dream O had a mini break down on her brother, talking about how she couldn't save Lincoln. And when they found Lincoln's village... It was a mess. Finn had killed a lot of people, all in search of Clarke.

( Personal Entry )

IT'S OFFICIAL! I just got the offer through my agent for my next picture! They're doing final edits on the werewolf movie I shot and still finalizing the designs for the Baby campaign to shoot it so it's time to start lining up the next project! I'm going to be playing a teenage pop star who's actually a ghost but through magic appears human when in front of people. I think I'm mostly excited about this project because a) I get to sing in it and b) Mina's got a part in it!

I like to help out with Olivia, she's like the little sister I never knew I wanted. Getting her ready for school today, she was too tired to put on her socks and shoes. She laid exhaustively in her bed, waving her foot, whining for me to help her.

Of course I do!

As soon as socks and shoes are on, she smirked as she sits up, kissed my cheek and went running to find her dad.


I swear she's going to be the actress when she grows up.

So, my dad saved the day. he found me and the other kids in the basement of a house that was under construction. It was the mother changeling's home base or whatever. She had us in cages and our changeling doppelgangers were terrorising the neighborhood. But when Dean freed us, and killed the mother changeling, whatever she's called, that killed the changelings and all the kids were restored. Including me.

And then Dean left. Even though Mom told him he could stay. It's weird. That he's not really my dad in the dreams. I really don't understand how that works. but I guess the dreams aren't the same as life. Even though my mom is my mom.

I don't know. I guess I'm just glad it all worked out. Dream me is home, safe and unharmed. Just a little shook up.

So hey, Mom. Maybe we can go get tacos for a good old fashioned Taco Tuesday this week? Spend a little time together?

My mom wanted to talk today while I was shopping, so yes, I was one of those people who vid chat while shopping. I thought it was about work.

However as I'm looking at dresses and all she did was complain about the dark colors. Sorry mom, black is my color, even if you think it's not. I knew fight was brewing, so I started to randomly pretend to not hear her and that the video frozen.

I'm a horrible daughter, I know. However, my mom can be a bit much and I was in public.

I love how Alice and I look like we're going to vastly different Christmas parties. She's in like... three layers of clothes before her dress even starts and looks like an extra from A Christmas Carol. Meanwhile I look like I'm in that one scene from Mean Girls.

What do you get for the man who has everything?

Even his dreams keep leaving him excellent items and I'm over here like socks?


The joys of being married to Captain America, I guess.

Is this a bad time to admit I love The Year Without a Santa Claus? I just saw Heat Miser and Snow Miser arguing. It took me a minute to realize they weren't actors! This place is insane. Is everyone alright?

I still can't believe that it's actually snowing again. Having moved from Bangkok, I'd never actually seen real snow before until the other day and part of me feels like I'm dreaming or something. It's just so crazy. My brother told me that my mom was freaking out the other day because of it, which I can definitely believe. My mom is definitely the dramatic type. How long does this usually go on for?

I've finally done it! For the first time in as long as I can remember - I'm done with my Christmas shopping before Christmas Eve! Now to just keep someone in my house from getting into all of it and ruining the surprises until I can get it wrapped and under the tree.

And we keep the door shut so that Dinah and Porgy Porg stay out of the gifts too.

Is it me or are there some seriously dedicated people to their favorite Christmas movies running around? Just saw the Grinch crossing the street and dude looked pretty legit. Like green head to toe, big bag of stolen gifts and everything. Put Jim Carrey's version to shame (then again I think anything is better than that version).

( Personal Entry )

So this ice castle just appeared on the beach three days ago and it was a little weird but kind of cool. Then yesterday it started snowing and now there's a volcano in the hills above my house.

I'm freaking out.

Quick poll: Who does the best version of Please Come Home for Christmas and why is it Bon Jovi?

I can safely say I have watched way too many Christmas movies already. Only the cheesy ones, none of the classics yet. There have been some pretty bad Hallmark ones. I'm still annoyed they finally put a gay male couple in one of their movies and only give them just a bit of the side plot. Come on now.

But sometimes you need a small break from reality and a formulaic plan of a woman quitting her big city job, moving to a really poorly Christmas themed named town, and falling in love with the local handyman, and discovering the true value of Christmas. Also, it's great watching with a tub of popcorn to run commentary through the whole thing as you guess the plots before they happen.

I've seen other people talking about receiving things from their dreams. How is this possible? I woke up this morning to find a picture on my dresser, that Tine and I took in my dreams. I'll admit, I was really shocked to see it there. Of course my roommate saw me looking at it and started asking a bunch of questions about it. He's gotten better, but he's still so nosy. I'd call him a nuisance, but I feel like that's reserved for Tine.

I remember now why I don’t go out of Black Friday. I am going to have bruises for a week.

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.

So you know how before Halloween I usually bug everyone here about the local Rocky Horror midnight showing and I didn't this year? There was a reason for that. This year's musical at school IS The Rocky Horror Show, and I got the part of Columbia! I figured I'd let someone else take her for the RHPS shadow cast this year and focus my energy on being the best Columbia I can be on stage. As usual, the first showing will be in December, and I'm looking forward to seeing all of you there! (Thomas, can you distract my parents from... any parts you know they're not going to want to watch? Thanks!)

Got hit by a semi, impaled on a fence an' dropped my coffee.

Been a day.

This is a first for me. When I woke up this morning, the dog that I own in my dreams was sound asleep on the floor.

I'd like to introduce Eddie to everyone.

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