Dear Somebody,
YAAAAAY! *clears throat* I would just like to congratulate everyone who helped with the stopping of the Prophe-pocalypse, and to thank everyone as well. This celebration with all my new friends is so far really fun, and all the sweets @*Atlantica* baked are sprinkle covered! It seems @Matching by Mattie forgot to burn the sprinkles that had already been placed on cakes. (Thank the goddess). I'm also very glad that everyone has returned from Forever; I heard it had good steak fries, but that the sprinkles on the sundaes were terrible.

In other news, I'm remembering things much more clearly now, in fact, my memory is now perfect! *Claude clears his throat and glares* well, sort of perfect. But still.

I'm hanging out with @Walls quite a bit, partly because he's really good at backgammon (unlike some cat I know *Claude rolls his eyes*) and mostly because he's the only one who can see me when I'm invisible. I still haven't gotten control of that yet. It's interesting, because when I'm invisible, he doesn't have to use a projection to interact with me- I think it has something to do with the half-world thingy.

Oh! And I'd just like to say, that @Morris and @Scilph make the cutest couple ever.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear somebody,
It is done. I don't remember what it is I finished, but I know it was important. And... I'm hungry.. Hungry for.. Something i shouldnt eat. I... I'm all alone. Everywhere I look,I see... I... EBIBs. Yes, thats right, EBIBs. They... They're prevented from attacking me by.... I don't remember what... I don't dare move. I see... I see things. Terrible things.... I... I need... Something. Someone... I... Claude. I need him. I hope he's OK. I see... Terrible fates for him and... The others. I need to find.... People. Her. Them... @Scilph and.... @*Atlantica*. But.. I can't... Leave... I should have taken help from... He who is now.... @Wall. But it wasnt time then. He mustn't... Lose hope. I...

There! I see... Eyes. But not.. EBIBs.... Cat eyes. Cat eyes! Claude!! He's.... Here... He's... Getting... Attacked! No!! I must... Help....

I need...

I must...

I need...

Help.

Days Until Tuesday (the day of possible impending doom?)

TWO DAYS LEFT

Dear,
Somebody.


I... I am in a place. I am still in the school, but... I am not safe. No where is safe. I have somehow managed to put myself in a shallow round puddle of water, surrounded by a circle of salt. I don't remember how, or if it was even me, and I'm starting to doubt it's even salt. I'm... Forgetting... Everything. I... It was never this bad before, my... Memory. Whenever I forgot something.. Important, someone.... Someone.... Claude. He would remind me.
But I don't know where he is. I miss him, and I hope... I hope he's ok.

The... Everywhere. They're everywhere everywhere EVERYWHERE
In my dreams.. In reality... Or is it reality? I... They... It... EBIBs. That's... That's what they're called. I... I had an infestation...I think. I..

To get rid of them... I... It... Water. They don't like water. And... Salt. Salt and other... Protective things that are made for... Protection against... Evil... These items... Block them out. It acts as... A... Uh... I... Barrier. Yes.

I used... A salt barrier. And crystals. To keep... To keep them in my room. I... It's coming back to me now. Yes, I must remember this, focus on... The Spring Cleaning and not...

Once they were trapped, I... I had collected rain water for weeks. And I strung wires from that... Antenna. It's old and wirey, at the top of the school... The very top. I plugged in over a hundred... Ex... Extension cords. I then... Asked... A student. To... Create a...thunder storm. You can.. You can assume what I did from there.

But... But when I went to.. Check on the.. My... Old room, one was still... Alive. All the others had perished, but this one... It was the Queen. Ten feet tall and.. *shudder* not important. Not important not important not important nevermind nevermind never...

I... It... I did what had to be done. The Queen, she... Evil. Pure.. Evil. If she had been allowed to live.. She would have rebuilt.. Colonies. And. I. Don't want... Don't want to say what I saw in a last vision of the future that might have been if she... Lived.

There's something... You... Don't quite know about me. Or.. Maybe you.. Do. That... Cat. Claude's... Friend. Knows. When I turn, invisible, I.. Fade half out of this world... And half into another. I can't... Always control it.... And I never could before that moment, but I... I knew what to do... To defeat... Her. I.. Turned invisible... And I... I... Touched her. I pulled her in with me. Into the half world where half things live. And... EMPs. I brought a device with me... And. I... Killed Her in cold blood. That is why it's impossible for the EBIBs to be here. I... Destroyed them. But. Still. They persist. The key... The key is... They... Are.

Biotic. Robots. Cyborgs. Machines. They can be killed with... Things that kill.... Other. Machines. But the Queen. Can't... Be killed in this world.

I see. I see a light! I see... It must be his... That... Him.... That... Kid.... @that kid! I.. Remembering... Remembering remembering remembering remember....
No. Sprinkles. There are. No. Sprinkles. Here. I've. Been... Here. Almost. 24 hours. With. No... I need... I need... I want. I...
No. I can't. I can't go with the projection of... Of @that kid.
Almost... Finished. Trapped here. It's... Good. I can't have. Must have... It's fading. His... Projection is leaving. I'm trapped here now. With no... Need some...

I WANT....
NEEED...
SPRINKLES

NO

SPRINKLES

ALMOST

I NEED

Claude.

Days Until Tuesday (the day of possible impending and inevitable doom)

TWO DAYS LEFT

Must get sugar must get sugar must get sugar must get sugar....

Dear Somebody,
I am running through the halls. I have to get sugar. Now. Before @that kid takes all the sprinkles. They're mind. MINE. MINE!!!!!!!!!

I cannot let them escape me!! *hysterical laughter* I need sprinkles. I ran out of my emergency emergency stress sprinkles I was eating, and I'm dying. Dying dying dying dying dying dying....We're all dying. Doomed. I see flashes. Flashes of the future. Things to come, things that have yet to come, things that may never come, and things that are too late to change and are coming. They are all horrible. I cannot begin to describe the things I've seen. I... It's... Must get sugar must get sugar must get sugar must get.....

I don't know where I am. I've never been to this part of the school before and I forget how I got here or how to get back to where I was. I forget where I was or where I came from, too. I'm all alone. Creatures are everywhere; horrible black bug like things... They're called, uh... I... EBIBs. Yes, that's right. Evil Biotic Insectoids from the Beyond. I see them everywhere in the future too.

I'm... Missing something. Something important. Something, no, someone I...need. It's... I....Has anyone seen Claude?

Days Until Tuesday (the day of possible impending and inevitable doom)

TWO DAYS LEFT

Dear Somebody,
I have been betrayed. Claude has removed all my sprinkles, emergency sprinkles, emergency stress sprinkles, sprinkles for happy days, sprinkles for sad days, invisible sprinkles, non-existent sprinkles, my SPECIAL SPRINKLES FROM THE WORLDS LARGEST SPRINKLE FACTORY, and worst of all, my ultra-52nd dimension time altering glow in the dark sprinkles that were a gift from a half-real dimension-sliding friend. GONE!!! *wailing is heard in the background* Even @Morris is refusing to pay his sprinkle debt until Tuesday. *dark muttering* If there even IS a Tuesday.
Claude won't even help distract me by playing cards. Or chess. Or backgammon. Or Yahtzee. Or parcheesi. Or Chinese checkers. Or Russian roulette. Or ANYTHING. He says I must do this on my own. I think this may have something to do with that cat he's been hanging around. Maybe he joined a cult. *paranoid muttering from lack of sprinkles and sleep*. Maybe he IS a cult!! Wait. That doesn't make sense. But still.
*chewing sounds are heard*
But in other news, while he won't play with ME, and barely lets me pet him now, he and my roommate Mattie are now practically best friends!!! Claude will be sleeping on the window sill (the "expensive" perfume still bothers his nose a little), and Mattie will inch closer to him until he wakes up and stares at her, and then she shrieks and scampers away. She's trying to prove she's not afraid of cats. Er, playing a game with him. Because she's not afraid of anything. Even though there's nothing wrong with a phobia, and no one would think any less of her. I myself am afraid of, *gives pointed look at cat sitting on window sill* LOSING ALL MY SPRINKLES. But no matter. I will survive. *more chewing noises* sprinkles aren't vital to life. I can do this. *munching* and Claude doesn't know about my secret emergency emergency stress sprinkles... *cackled laughter* *coughing*
I'm sorry I don't think I'm quite right in the head, I haven't been sleeping well. Or at all. I keep thinking I see EBIBs creeping around the walls of the school, and on the grounds. I could have sworn I saw one on @i am the champ's assorted candy booth. But I could be wrong. I know I'm wrong. Because it's not possible for them to have survived my Spring Cleaning. I never did write about that. I guess I forgot. But some things are better left unsaid. *chewing and the sound of a game of solitaire being played* Yes. Some things are better left unsaid.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

@Ochvozhni in the question of bread vs. paper I (personally) prefer sprinkles. Of course bread does look cute on cats (thus the game "bread kittens" or at least, I think that's what it's called. I forget the exact name.) Although Claude doesn't agree with me about the bread. He thinks paper is the better of the two, but I'm not surprised because he has a habit of eating it, as well as batting it about the room. My roommate doesn't like this, especially when he tears out pages of her 'book'. Actually, she doesn't like him in general. I think he scares her.

But there you have it: in the bread and paper debacle, sprinkles are the clear winner.

-Nobody

Dear Somebody,
I have returned from my vacation. Claude and I ate a bunch of sprinkles at the factory, and went on all the rides. My favorite was the Donut Coaster: at the very end it splashed you with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Claude didn't like that one too much, though. We also saw a bunch of candy birds! They were very nice, and gave us directions when we were lost. Claude talked to one in particular for hours (I think his name was Jacques), and I think they became pen pals.

In other news, a TON has happened while I was gone; I'm glad @Jessica Moon and @Scilph have woken up, and I hope everything turns out ok, even though I don't know them very well. Or at all, really. But stil.

@Matching by Mattie has been out of our room a lot, hanging out with @*Atlantica* and making universes to manipulate. It's kind of nice having the room to myself everyonce in a while. Although when Atlantica comes over, I usually leave if I'm not invisible. I have nothing against her, she's really nice, really, it's just that she's...very....chipper. And loud. And she calls me Nicky. And she screams and plays a tuba if I turn visible suddenly. Claude avoids her too. She does make good cakes with sprinkles though. But, speaking of Claude, he's been hanging out a lot with a cat lately, who I think goes by.... Um... I forgot her name. But I remember her owner! I think she belongs to....uh.....um....to... @Morris! Yes, him. Speaking of Morris, Mattie gave him a book, (one of the loudly pink and sparkly ones) and it had some of my sprinkles on it. I'm pretty sure she got into them while I was gone. Maybe Morris will buy me replacement sprinkles? *sigh* Claude says I don't have to keep track of every single sprinkle, and it won't kill me to eat less. And I ate a lot on vacation. But still.

Oh! And @Gretel this psychic vision of yours, will lining the room(s) with salt help any? And you wouldn't happen to have seen if I lose all/any of my sprinkles, did you? I'd look myself, but the Cards won't say anything but "Imminent Doom" and "Flee Now if You Wish to Live" and I stopped having visions of the future when I cleaned my old room.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
A lot has been happening around campus. I've seen several different posters in several different hallways mentioning several different things (although I've forgotten what the posters were about), the entire school smells like pancakes (unfortunately they smell like sprinkle-less pancakes), and someone hit me on the head with a bottle of Mountain Dew! I'm rather upset about that last one. There I was, walking along the grounds with my cat, carrying a jar of sprinkles, when PLONK, out of nowhere, a bottle of Mountain Dew comes flying out of a window and strikes me on the head! I might possibly have been invisible at the time. But still.

In other news, Claude never did get to play Backgammon with that student again. I think whoever-it-was left the school for the summer or something. He is getting better at Backgammon, though. I think the main problem for him is rolling the dice; it's a little hard to do with paws, and he's too stubborn to let me roll the dice for him.

Also, Vacation starts tomorrow! Claude and I are traveling to the Sprinkle Factory via Ley Line, as there are some standing stones somewhere near the school; Claude said he knows where they are.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
My skin has now faded to a dark purple colour instead of green, and I am once again invisible. I was going to write something else but I forgot what. *eats sprinkles and glances at wet but still staticky cat* Right! I remember now. I think.

I finished Spring Cleaning today. And with minimal bruising, visions of the future, electrical shocks, and bleeding, too! (By the way, if you are a fairly tall female, there's a good chance you might fall of a small(ish) cliff while riding a bicycle, very soon. Or maybe you already did.) Anyway, I will be posting descriptions of how this cleaning and eviction of the EBIBs was achieved in five separate journal entries, (It took about five hours total) because I prefer to keep each entry in my journal (fairly) short. And also because Claude wants me to hurry up and finish writing so we can play Backgammon in the same place as yesterday now that the storm has passed. I'm pretty sure he just wants to meet up with that student from the other day so he can win again. But still. Backgammon is fun.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

@Randy Bernstein, does the Intramural Flying Club still meet in the summer? Also, does one have to be visible to join?