Laura Meyhew // Luke Skywalker

Just when I think I'm getting the hang of this reincarnate thing, it all gets turned around again. I was so confident that I could deal with things and that the Dark Side wasn't real, or at least wasn't really something I'd ever have to worry about. I figured whatever else happened, my life would never be as messed up as Luke's, but now... I'm not so sure. I think things may actually be more messed up, and everything he learned isn't enough, or maybe I just don't understand all the things I'm supposed to.

Why is nothing ever simple?

( Caretakers )

( Camelot Department Heads )

I always think reincarnates have made me immune to weird. Then I get in a cab. Somehow every single cabdriver in this cities manages to be the most eccentric person I've ever met. Today a man in dreadlocks and a poncho informed me that "the goddamn government made me a killing machine." Then he asked if I'd mind if he smoked a joint while he drove. God I love this city.

You know what the problem with people is? They can't appreciate good things. They have a great thing and just throw it away like they don't even care. Someday soon they're going to miss those good things and it'll be too late. Because those good things were obviously too good for them.

I appreciate good things. Like my friends. My friends are the best. Nate? Where are you? Nate, you're the best. Abi, you too. And Ted and Kace and all you spacey people. Even Luke isn't bad, when he's being a hero instead of a whiner. Oh! And my boyfriend, he's the best. He's so smart and sweet and pretty. Really really pretty. What was I talking about?

Right. Appreciating things. You think the grass is greener on the other side, but it's NOT. It's green right where you are, so enjoy it and don't run off like a bitch.

( Nate )

( Abigail )

( Abi )

( Nate )

( Daniel )

( Daniel )

( Julian Ross )

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( Jen and Gemma )

( Daniel )

What is with this list? Number four, really? Not that Vader and Han and Obi Wan aren't all awesome, but we're still kind of disappointed. Also, what's up with R2 ranking higher than Leia? Since she's not here to defend herself, allow me to register my feminist rage on her behalf. That's right, Luke has feminist rage; it's a strange world we live in.

( Abigail )

( Daniel and Camelot Department Heads )

I've got my fingers crossed that Hoth is the next place to show up. If there were a show called America's Next Top Sauna, I swear my apartment would win. I think the walls are melting. The whole city seems to be on the verge of melting. Did I really leave a nice cool castle in a nice sensible country to come home to this? I love New York, but holy hell.

The time has come, I'm leaving the farm.

That is to say, I've done what I've been wanting to do for a year now and quit my job at the magazine. My aunt was shocked that she couldn't convince (or coerce) me to change my mind. It's like she hasn't noticed that I've spent the entire time I've worked there persuading difficult people to do things our way. She may be more difficult than most, but I have a very strong will. Plus, my new job is way more interesting and satisfying - more than worth a few awkward family gatherings.

They had a jackhammer going in the street outside my apartment at 7 AM today. On a Saturday. This is how people go to the Dark Side, isn't it?

Ugh. The problem with May the Fourth Be With You is that the next day is The Revenge of the Fifth. It's going to be a long day. Still better than last year.

It's not what you say, it's how you say it. The receptionist at this office continues to astound me with her ability to make even good news sound like a scolding.

"Everyone's getting a pay increase! But before anyone decides to be happy let me list the reasons that it can and will be taken away, in fact you'll probably be fired..."

"We're launching our amazing new layouts! And this is why they were a bad idea and will undoubtedly fail, not that anyone listens to me. I'm so exhausted, do you have any idea how hard my job is? I hate all of you...."

I shudder every time she talks to me because I know I'm going to be told at least seven things I shouldn't do, whether they are at all relevant or necessary or not, and get a lecture on how I could never possibly understand how hard her life is. I want to scream at her, "Look lady, I outrank you!" But we're practicing patience. Patience blows.