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lady_of_mists and I are pretending it's May. So far, we've decided that May rocks. I feel much better about life.

I'm really irritated, though, because all of the creative writing scholarships I can find stipulate that you must be a prospective English major. Picky, picky, picky. I may enter anyway. Just to show them. Nyaah.

Also, it's official: sleeping with stuffed animals is a good thing, but it gives you weird dreams. First I was with the crew of Serenity, except for Simon, and Some Dude was terrorizing us, and from there it just got...well, weird.

I'm going to go do some stuff. Good night, all.