Feeling pretty low. I was just looking at my Runic Mathic II homework, and I'm so lost. It made sense when I was in class, taking notes as visual aids manifested and contorted themselves on the chalkboard behind Prof. מוֹרֶה while she animatedly lectured, but now when I look back at what I wrote, it just kinda looks like gobbledygook. I think I might've had my Other Eyes on when I was writing. I'll try and Look at them later, when my head doesn't hurt so much. Man, I'll bet you anything that these runes she assigned us for the weekend are energy drainers -- I feel like I could hibernate until the next ice age. But I've got to stay awake until the witching hour, because I promised Myuri I'd help her with that stupid portal that keeps opening under her throw rug.

I know what I'll do -- I'll head down to Spoonbenders! That'll jump-start me. I love that place, it's my favorite part of the cafeteria. The ice cream flavors they come up with are so cool. There's always at least one that I physically can't eat. Those are the coolest to just look at. Once, there was a tub full of "Dragon Berry 'Splosion". It looked like strawberry ice cream with chocolate chunks, but when I asked about it I was told it was actually literally dragon berry flavor, and the chocolate was actually little bits of cooled magma. He spooned one out and cracked it open for me, and it spilled out lava and a handful of little "flavor sparks". There are still burn marks on the counter from it. It looked awesome. I wanted to buy a scoop, but the server guy wouldn't sell me any, said it'd burn through my delicate human digestive system. He suggested I get an orange and cream dream instead. At the time I was disappointed, but he was totally right. You should've seen what happened when I went to sleep that night. Lesson of this story: always listen to Spoonbenders Guy. Despite the fact you can't properly see him unless you look at him from exactly 30 degrees from the corner of your eye (or on the rare occasions Positive Energy Wave 45-Delta is perpendicular to Neutral Plane 65.6), he's someone you can really trust. Even if you're lactose-intolerant!

Feeling pretty low. I was just looking at my Runic Mathic II homework, and I'm so lost. It made sense when I was in class, taking notes as visual aids manifested and contorted themselves on the chalkboard behind Prof. מוֹרֶה while she animatedly lectured, but now when I look back at what I wrote, it just kinda looks like gobbledygook. I think I might've had my Other Eyes on when I was writing. I'll try and Look at them later, when my head doesn't hurt so much. Man, I'll bet you anything that these runes she assigned us for the weekend are energy drainers -- I feel like I could hibernate until the next ice age. But I've got to stay awake until the witching hour, because I promised Myuri I'd help her with that stupid portal that keeps opening under her throw rug.

I know what I'll do -- I'll head down to Spoonbenders! That'll jump-start me. I love that place, it's my favorite part of the cafeteria. The ice cream flavors they come up with are so cool. There's always at least one that I physically can't eat. Those are the coolest to just look at. Once, there was a tub full of "Dragon Berry 'Splosion". It looked like strawberry ice cream with chocolate chunks, but when I asked about it I was told it was actually literally dragon berry flavor, and the chocolate was actually little bits of cooled magma. He spooned one out and cracked it open for me, and it spilled out lava and a handful of little "flavor sparks". There are still burn marks on the counter from it. It looked awesome. I wanted to buy a scoop, but the server guy wouldn't sell me any, said it'd burn through my delicate human digestive system. He suggested I get an orange and cream dream instead. At the time I was disappointed, but he was totally right. You should've seen what happened when I went to sleep that night. Lesson of this story: always listen to Spoonbenders Guy. Despite the fact you can't properly see him unless you look at him from exactly 30 degrees from the corner of your eye (or on the rare occasions Positive Energy Wave 45-Delta is perpendicular to Neutral Plane 65.6), he's someone you can really trust. Even if you're lactose-intolerant!

Feeling pretty low. I was just looking at my Runic Mathic II homework, and I'm so lost. It made sense when I was in class, taking notes as visual aids manifested and contorted themselves on the chalkboard behind Prof. מוֹרֶה while she animatedly lectured, but now when I look back at what I wrote, it just kinda looks like gobbledygook. I think I might've had my Other Eyes on when I was writing. I'll try and Look at them later, when my head doesn't hurt so much. Man, I'll bet you anything that these runes she assigned us for the weekend are energy drainers -- I feel like I could hibernate until the next ice age. But I've got to stay awake until the witching hour, because I promised Myuri I'd help her with that stupid portal that keeps opening under her throw rug.

I know what I'll do -- I'll head down to Spoonbenders! That'll jump-start me. I love that place, it's my favorite part of the cafeteria. The ice cream flavors they come up with are so cool. There's always at least one that I physically can't eat. Those are the coolest to just look at. Once, there was a tub full of "Dragon Berry 'Splosion". It looked like strawberry ice cream with chocolate chunks, but when I asked about it I was told it was actually literally dragon berry flavor, and the chocolate was actually little bits of cooled magma. He spooned one out and cracked it open for me, and it spilled out lava and a handful of little "flavor sparks". There are still burn marks on the counter from it. It looked awesome. I wanted to buy a scoop, but the server guy wouldn't sell me any, said it'd burn through my delicate human digestive system. He suggested I get an orange and cream dream instead. At the time I was disappointed, but he was totally right. You should've seen what happened when I went to sleep that night. Lesson of this story: always listen to Spoonbenders Guy. Despite the fact you can't properly see him unless you look at him from exactly 30 degrees from the corner of your eye (or on the rare occasions Positive Energy Wave 45-Delta is perpendicular to Neutral Plane 65.6), he's someone you can really trust. Even if you're lactose-intolerant!

There's nothing like drinking a cup of tea during a rainstorm. It's a uniquely tranquil experience, and if you've never tried it before I suggest you do sometime. It really gives you a chance to think. Or not think. Or stretch out your fully manifested form. Ya know, I had a roommate one year that had to keep herself consolidated per section 28-P/7q of the Psyhigh-Student Agreement for Forgein Exchange Students from Qurrguli. Even on rainy days, she had to stay inside the actualization parameters. It really stressed her out sometimes, having to be coiled up like that. And folding her frills back in whenever she came back from a visit home was a nightmare!

She contacted the school administrators once and asked if there was any way to modify section 28-P/7q. Good ol' Dean Hammer was all for lifting the restriction completely, but there were a few board members who still remembered the war times. They were under the impression that if she fully actualized, it might alert THE ENEMY to Psyhigh's location and make us a target for THE ENEMY'S WEAPON. I'm not quite clear on who THE ENEMY is, and come to think of it I can't remember what war it was those elders had lived through. Are they even from this timeline, or are they archaic remnants of one that was destroyed? Their fashion sense definitely doesn't match up with reality, let me tell ya.

Regardless, Dean Hammer couldn't get them to budge on the section 29-P/7q matter, but did negotiate it with them. Murreek didn't have to fold up her frills anymore, and she wouldn't have to suppress her "glows" when they came on. Murreek was really happy about that; "glows" are very important to her people's health. You should've seen the victory screech she let out when Dean Hammer sent her the good news!

Wow, I really digressed this time, didn't I? I was going to talk about the weather settings on the reality simulators, but I'm out of time for lounging around and journaling. I'll save it for another day -- homework has been pulling me with increasing gravitational force for the past twenty minutes. After I finish that, I think I'll go call Murreek up. She was actually a pretty good roommate, when she wasn't obsessing over the latest pentacle fads and such.

There's nothing like drinking a cup of tea during a rainstorm. It's a uniquely tranquil experience, and if you've never tried it before I suggest you do sometime. It really gives you a chance to think. Or not think. Or stretch out your fully manifested form. Ya know, I had a roommate one year that had to keep herself consolidated per section 28-P/7q of the Psyhigh-Student Agreement for Forgein Exchange Students from Qurrguli. Even on rainy days, she had to stay inside the actualization parameters. It really stressed her out sometimes, having to be coiled up like that. And folding her frills back in whenever she came back from a visit home was a nightmare!

She contacted the school administrators once and asked if there was any way to modify section 28-P/7q. Good ol' Dean Hammer was all for lifting the restriction completely, but there were a few board members who still remembered the war times. They were under the impression that if she fully actualized, it might alert THE ENEMY to Psyhigh's location and make us a target for THE ENEMY'S WEAPON. I'm not quite clear on who THE ENEMY is, and come to think of it I can't remember what war it was those elders had lived through. Are they even from this timeline, or are they archaic remnants of one that was destroyed? Their fashion sense definitely doesn't match up with reality, let me tell ya.

Regardless, Dean Hammer couldn't get them to budge on the section 29-P/7q matter, but did negotiate it with them. Murreek didn't have to fold up her frills anymore, and she wouldn't have to suppress her "glows" when they came on. Murreek was really happy about that; "glows" are very important to her people's health. You should've seen the victory screech she let out when Dean Hammer sent her the good news!

Wow, I really digressed this time, didn't I? I was going to talk about the weather settings on the reality simulators, but I'm out of time for lounging around and journaling. I'll save it for another day -- homework has been pulling me with increasing gravitational force for the past twenty minutes. After I finish that, I think I'll go call Murreek up. She was actually a pretty good roommate, when she wasn't obsessing over the latest pentacle fads and such.

There's nothing like drinking a cup of tea during a rainstorm. It's a uniquely tranquil experience, and if you've never tried it before I suggest you do sometime. It really gives you a chance to think. Or not think. Or stretch out your fully manifested form. Ya know, I had a roommate one year that had to keep herself consolidated per section 28-P/7q of the Psyhigh-Student Agreement for Forgein Exchange Students from Qurrguli. Even on rainy days, she had to stay inside the actualization parameters. It really stressed her out sometimes, having to be coiled up like that. And folding her frills back in whenever she came back from a visit home was a nightmare!

She contacted the school administrators once and asked if there was any way to modify section 28-P/7q. Good ol' Dean Hammer was all for lifting the restriction completely, but there were a few board members who still remembered the war times. They were under the impression that if she fully actualized, it might alert THE ENEMY to Psyhigh's location and make us a target for THE ENEMY'S WEAPON. I'm not quite clear on who THE ENEMY is, and come to think of it I can't remember what war it was those elders had lived through. Are they even from this timeline, or are they archaic remnants of one that was destroyed? Their fashion sense definitely doesn't match up with reality, let me tell ya.

Regardless, Dean Hammer couldn't get them to budge on the section 29-P/7q matter, but did negotiate it with them. Murreek didn't have to fold up her frills anymore, and she wouldn't have to suppress her "glows" when they came on. Murreek was really happy about that; "glows" are very important to her people's health. You should've seen the victory screech she let out when Dean Hammer sent her the good news!

Wow, I really digressed this time, didn't I? I was going to talk about the weather settings on the reality simulators, but I'm out of time for lounging around and journaling. I'll save it for another day -- homework has been pulling me with increasing gravitational force for the past twenty minutes. After I finish that, I think I'll go call Murreek up. She was actually a pretty good roommate, when she wasn't obsessing over the latest pentacle fads and such.

Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. It's OVER! It's FINALLY OVER! Yes Yes Yes!

Man, I can't believe it. I finally took that stupid standardized test they make all the upperclassmen take, the SACT (Scholastic Auratic and Cleromancy Tests). Do you know what this means? I never have to take another SACT-prep course, study for a SACT, or get another dream message from the University Plank ever again! I am free!

Alright, I know I sound way too hyper, but those of you who haven't taken the SACT yet just don't understand. This thing has been hanging over my head for months -- studying has eaten up a good chunk of my free time. I don't even remember the last time I updated this journal actually. Yikes.

But it's not like I could skip studying... the test is big. It's a huge factor when it comes to applying to colleges and stuff. Plus, it produces a detailed profile of your being. Two profiles actually: one comprehensive and one incomprehensive. I haven't come across any institution or company that accepts the incomprehensive one, but the University Plank insists that it's important. They take their SACT very seriously; their test is intense. I still have marks on my wrists from the section on-- er, actually, I can't tell you. As those of you with older siblings already know, when you take the SACT you go through a druidic ritual where you sign a contract (in blood of course) swearing you won't ever speak of the contents of the test. If you do... well, ever heard of spontaneous combustion? Yeah. Not fun. Even worse, your test scores could be voided.

Suffice it to say, the SACT is no laughing matter. Though the guy who sat next to me didn't seem that invested. He kept blowing gum bubbles when he thought no one was looking, and popped them as loud as he could. The poor girl in front of him jumped every time, which was a problem because she needed to focus to keep her form manifested as a solid (liquids and gases aren't allowed to take the test or be in the testing rooms). I think he was using his antler growths to cheat, too. Once or twice I felt his thought pattern presence cross my consciousness. He was randomly escorted out by one of the Proctor Princes before he finished his test. I don't know what happened to him. It gets harder and harder to remember his face as time moves on.

But that's all in the past now! Tomorrow my peers and I return to our normal class schedule, by the next blood moon our SACT scores will be in, and I can just relax. Well, I can for a little bit. AP exams are next month. Hopefully my SACT burns will've healed by then. Or at the very least my hair will stop smelling like screams of those forsaken by the University Plank.

Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. It's OVER! It's FINALLY OVER! Yes Yes Yes!

Man, I can't believe it. I finally took that stupid standardized test they make all the upperclassmen take, the SACT (Scholastic Auratic and Cleromancy Tests). Do you know what this means? I never have to take another SACT-prep course, study for a SACT, or get another dream message from the University Plank ever again! I am free!

Alright, I know I sound way too hyper, but those of you who haven't taken the SACT yet just don't understand. This thing has been hanging over my head for months -- studying has eaten up a good chunk of my free time. I don't even remember the last time I updated this journal actually. Yikes.

But it's not like I could skip studying... the test is big. It's a huge factor when it comes to applying to colleges and stuff. Plus, it produces a detailed profile of your being. Two profiles actually: one comprehensive and one incomprehensive. I haven't come across any institution or company that accepts the incomprehensive one, but the University Plank insists that it's important. They take their SACT very seriously; their test is intense. I still have marks on my wrists from the section on-- er, actually, I can't tell you. As those of you with older siblings already know, when you take the SACT you go through a druidic ritual where you sign a contract (in blood of course) swearing you won't ever speak of the contents of the test. If you do... well, ever heard of spontaneous combustion? Yeah. Not fun. Even worse, your test scores could be voided.

Suffice it to say, the SACT is no laughing matter. Though the guy who sat next to me didn't seem that invested. He kept blowing gum bubbles when he thought no one was looking, and popped them as loud as he could. The poor girl in front of him jumped every time, which was a problem because she needed to focus to keep her form manifested as a solid (liquids and gases aren't allowed to take the test or be in the testing rooms). I think he was using his antler growths to cheat, too. Once or twice I felt his thought pattern presence cross my consciousness. He was randomly escorted out by one of the Proctor Princes before he finished his test. I don't know what happened to him. It gets harder and harder to remember his face as time moves on.

But that's all in the past now! Tomorrow my peers and I return to our normal class schedule, by the next blood moon our SACT scores will be in, and I can just relax. Well, I can for a little bit. AP exams are next month. Hopefully my SACT burns will've healed by then. Or at the very least my hair will stop smelling like screams of those forsaken by the University Plank.

Okay, I know I shouldn't be in this part of the school at this time-- and really shouldn't be documenting it to be used against me -- but just hear me out. I need to tell somebody.

I heard a big thud coming from two floors up, which is sometimes the grand living room in the northwestern dormitory. That place is only supposed to be entered on days that are multiples of five, so I knew something was up. And as my sophomore teacher Mr. Terret always said, "Leave no oddity unscrutinised, and the world will provide you with revelations!" Revelations are important to psychic colleges, so I slipped on my noise-cancelling slippers and slunk silently out of my dorm.

Well, when I got to the source of the thud... yikes. Everything in the room was moving. Books slid sickening slowly off their shelves. Chairs creeped backward with chilling creaks. Drapes dreamily drifted in the air before dragging themselves into dreary knots. And noises didn't match the actions: when something rose it sounded like it fell, and when it fell it sounded like a kitten!

It was freaky, even for me. After a while, I noticed what might've been the source of the incoherencies: there was an anomaly at one of the constantly inverting tables. And for some reason, someone had stuck a pen in it. Listen guys, for those of you who don't know, DO NOT LEAVE A PHYSICAL ENTITY IN AN ANOMALY FOR LONGER THAN TWENTY THREE HOURS. It forces the anomaly to connect to this specific reality, and those two planes don't always line up. Gosh, all of you guys act like you're still freshmen....

I removed the pen, but as I went back to my dorm I noticed a couple more anomalies outside. They shouldn't be there yet. They're ahead of schedule. Something is afoot. I'll use my Other Eyes to try to see the situation differently tomorrow, but for now my real eyes don't want to stay open any longer.

Homework man. It sucks. I wish homework was still as easy as it was back when I was in the Children's Circle. I blazed through that stuff in ten minutes flat.

Then again, the pyro assignments always were too easy for me. If I only ever did that I'd never learn anything new.