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I keep having dreams about going back to old places. Collingwood, Saudi. Except I'm going back as who I am now and not simply remembering what it was like to be there. Maybe it's just because it seems like summer ended immediately upon September first, and autumn always makes me nostalgic. I think autumn is my favourite season. Everything seems so much more, and I feel like it's a good time for new beginnings. I always loved back to school, even though I denied it.
Fake Mustache last night. It was good, the late show more so than the all-ages, especially in terms of technical difficulties. I hope that doesn't happen every time. I really want to use that CD. When I first got there I couldn't see anything and was promply hugged attacked by two people who ended up being Em and Ally. Which has to be one of the best ways to come out of a two-week I'm-going-to-be-a-hermit-now,-kay? spree. Surprising lack of banana jokes.
Ran into Erik/Emily (damn these people and them all having the same names) today after work. We might be going to the same drawing class tomorrow, which would be sweet. Caitlyn's in the class too, so two of my three classes have friends in them. (omgyay! fibre! :D) I'm still not over this having more than one friend thing. Though if I didn't I don't know what I'd do.
Tiki party tomorrow. I really want to go, but I'm also afraid of awkward.
I don't have to work tomorrow! Hurrah!
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I had this creepy dream last night where I got beat up by about seven people. Or the gang was just called the Sevens. I don't  know. I wasn't in the position to count them. Though I think I ended up killing them all in the end? Weird. I also kind of felt rather violent as a result.
And then this weird guy tried to help me carry my portfolio on the way home and I was like: "Um, no. Really, I don't need help with this." And then he was all like: "you're never going to make it." I just smirked and walked on. I dunno about the whole carrying of portfolio case thing? Was he just trying to be nice? Because I really can't see why someone would try to steal something that really has no value at all.
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I had a dream last night that I ran around dressed like a pirate and talking in a bad Scottish accent, because I couldn't manage the English one. And my Captain was sadistic, or something. Bet that means something interesting in Freudian dream language.
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Did you ever think that what you planned to do all your life wasn't what you really wanted to do at all? That you wanted to do something even more impossible than before, something you weren't even sure you could do, no matter what people said. But it haunted you like a bad dream, and late at night you'd write in your journal: "I don't want to do this anymore. I want to do this."

Then you'd wake up in the morning and think you were crazy. It could never happen.

Never, ever.

What if the future scares me?

I'm sorry, Sirius. I didn't get your letter until a few days ago. (I suppose it could be considered a 'letter,' no matter how unorthodox and illegible it actually was. Ignoring the fact that it was written in my old journal, which I dropped before Christmas holidays.) I think the owl got mis-directed or blown off-course or something. I'm sorry that you had to go through all that shit because of me. It was an impulse, and a stupid one. I should have ignored it, but I didn't.

I'm sorry. It was my fault.

Let's never speak of this again.

~ Remus

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Wow. Not much has happened, really. Just working and stuff. Went to odango's place the day before yesterday and tried to talk to her about dæmons. Got the feeling that she doesn't really care. *sigh* We also got all excited because today's international talk like a pirate day, and we don't have any pirate costumes. >.< Not that it matters, for me. I'm going to work and have to wear a stupid, ugly, too-big uniform. Ah, I've got a crush on this chick there. Except she's turned out to be two chicks who look very much alike, and now I don't know which one I have the crush on. Augh. Ahem. ARR. That's better.
I had this weird dream last night. I don't know if I can even explain it, but I'll try. There was a ski hill, and we were going up the chair lift/t-bar thing. I'm not really sure which. I'm also not sure who exactly I was with, but she was a friend. Then, I was a slave or something, and something happened. An emergency, like. This lady gave me this...thing...out of metal and told me to go to building four. So I ran around in the snow trying to find it. I did, and they made me lay down with others like me, and chained me to the floor. The person I was with before came in later. I had something to pass to her, but she was on the other side of the room, and I obviously couldn't get to her. So I gave it to the person beside me, and they passed it on. There were free people watching us, making sure we didn't do anything. There was this feeling in the dream, though, that sort of stayed with me. It has something to do with what I'm doing today, but I'm not sure I can analyze it.
I wanna see the corpse bride!!! Soooo badly, you have no idea. >

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