Eddgarion is at it again. Remember him? He's the one that almost set several species of powerful insects on the school and got our entire hall of dorm rooms put under quarantine. Yeah, he's not my favorite neighbor right now. Especially since he came around a little bit ago frantically knocking on everyone's doors and asking if they've seen a small golden beetle-like bug. Of course no one has, which sent him into a tizzy. Poor guy, the wallpaper started peeling because of his panic attack. Luckily Ginger was there to calm him down before he shattered the windows again. He is so lucky to have her. They're definitely the second cutest couple on campus. They'd be first, but there's this fire-elemental type dating a mermaid and watching them try to interact is the most heart-melting thing. Ugh, I'm tearing up just thinking about it. Don't tell Ginger though, she'll get jealous again.

Oh yeah, Eddgarion. Sorry, got sidetracked again. Well, he says that this gold bug is the only one of his collection still missing, and won't tell us if it's dangerous or not. We'd report the situation to an adult but... quarantine man. I can't go back there. I just can't do it. None of us can. Sooo... yeah. If you see a golden beetle, do us upperclassmen a solid and let Eddgarion know so he can grab it. And no tattling guys. Bad things happen to tattlers.

Alright, I should stop procrastinating and get back to my homework. Lady HuuuuuniiiiIIII slammed our class with a lot of homework again. Another kid in the class offered me an Invisible Life Hack to help me get through it, which was super nice of them, but last time I tried to take a short cut in a class I ended up plastered to a ceiling with cerberus slobber. Took them two hours to get me down, and it took another five days for the visions of dead people to fade. Talk about a pain in the as-- er, ahem, pain in the NECK. Pain in the neck. That's what I said. ...Man, I'm an awful role model today.

I am bone tired. The Positivity Club decided the best way to deal with the energy anomalies at the eastern-most tower was to bottle the surplus raw aura and dream elements to remove them from the flow. Especially the dream elements; apparently there's been an increase of disturbing dreams reported to the Organization of Dreams. And after the dust settles from that, Fate Association and Timeline Untanglers are going to assess our current future projections and let us know what else needs to be done. I wish I was smart as those kids. I mean, I'm not dumb. It's just... well, if you saw them at work you'd be impressed too. They manifest charts, data tables, and the like in mid-air and do analysis calculations in real-time. They'll merge their astral visual aids too, and it's an explosion of light and numbers and x-axis's that I couldn't navigate if you took me by the hand and led me. I'll stick to my realm of positivity, thank you. It usually makes sense.

Well, for once I've got a reason for what I'm posting (besides venting). Today was an ideal day for the bottling project, because Friday the 13th is when the wiggly little things are weakest and easiest to contain. We spent all of the witching hour gathering up stuff categorized as positive, and we have a LOT of extra. Bottles, jars, boxes, eyeglass cases, pencil cases, wallets... if it's a container that can be sealed with Ward #52, we filled it to the brim. We don't know what to do with it all. So, if you want some positivity, send me a message through the school email system. Prices haven't really been discussed yet, but it'll be in the $2 - $20 range depending on the amount you want.

Myuri is keeping the bulk of our harvest in a "totally secure" coat closet for now, but it's definitely not a permanent solution. Whenever we open the door, a blast of warm (yet pleasant) air shoots out. And if you walk too closely by the jars, they start clinking and glowing hopefully. If we don't safely disperse it all soon, there's going to be a major issue soon. If you ask me, I think it'll be something similar to the reality stain of 2007 -- and rumor has it that the Children's Circle still can't get the stain out.

I'll probably bring one of the higher-quality containers to @Crystal Rosethorn for that Ghost Meetup. Did that already happen..? Eh, if it did I'll just hop into one of Time Untanglers' timeline editors. I've done it before. Only messed up once.

I'm such a doofus. I totally skipped an important Positivity Club meeting! I had it on my Psychic High School Approved Calender™ and everything, but noooo, instead I spent last night eating cereal on the couch while half-watching TV and half-studying my Dangerous Shapes and Dangerous Shape Studies textbook. Talk about being a disappointing club historian....

Oh, and don't get Positivity Club confused with those clubs that go around increasing happiness on campus. While their efforts are appreciated, they're drastically different from us. See, we're the ones in charge of documenting, regulating, and (on rare occasions) controlling the flow of Positive Energies, Auras, etc. through the school. A couple of times teachers have tasked us with bottling Good Vibes for their class. We don't really like doing it, but it's good revenue. Some of you guys may not know this, but Psyhigh's eastern-most tower (the one that only manifests on Tuesdays and Thurdays during J-months) is an epicentre for all sorts of energies. If you look at it during noon with your Other Eyes, it's literally indescribable.

Anyways, yesterday was an especially important meeting. The Reality Protests part of the student body is participating in is really affecting the epicentre. Positivity Club was going to meet with Negativity Club, Fate Association, Timeline Untanglers, Organization of Dreams, and Knitting Club to discuss the changes and how we should proceed. (Don't tell Knitting Club, but we only included them because their Vice President, Katie, makes brownies for the meetings). I'll have to mind-link with one of the other club members to get the scoop on how the meeting went. Or I could just shoot Wendy of the West a text. I think I have her number from when we were in Astronomical Catastrophe class in sophomore year.

The tea leaves say that tomorrow will have a wind chill of 20°, a 47% chance of snow, and three whimsical events before sixth period lunch.

I wish I knew how to get my tea leaves to tell me more specific things. Like if there'll be a pop quiz in Lady HuuuuuniiiiIIII's class tomorrow. That way I'd know to wear a helmet.

I heard coffee grounds are more specific, but also less reliable. Do I dare trade reliability for specificity?

...when it comes to Lady HuuuuuniiiiIIII, yes, yes I do.

Sometimes I miss my ex-boyfriend. And why shouldn't I? We had some great times. Playing pranks on teachers... eating Spoon Benders ice cream in the gardens labyrinth... studying for our AP Horoscope Science test.... It was nice. I'm not too proud to admit that I was happy being with him. But I knew it couldn't last.

No, he always had a bad seed planted in one of his three hearts. Academics were a joke to him. Rules were things to be challenged. Good people were fools and authorities were tools. If I wasn't going through a "I love bad boys and I can change him" phase I'd have hated him. In the beginning his attitude was a refreshing novelty. But after he joined that Black Magic gang, he just became a monster. His jokes about overthrowing society and replacing it with his own design became earnest promises. He threw out his guitar and started spending all his time practicing banned tie dying methods instead. Whenever we hung out he smelled like Smile Dip candy and bluebird tears. And his gorgeous cherry-red eyes turned the color of pond algae. He wasn't him anymore.

But sometimes you have to go different ways. As my mother always told me, "high school relationships are supposed to be fun. If you aren't having fun, get out!" And I'm happier now. A lot less stressed and paranoid. Everyday it gets easier. And when I see my ex in the halls, with his new viking-style teeth engravings and wearing eyeliner on his tail, I can't say I regret my decision. Sometimes, you have to put yourself first I guess. It isn't selfish, it's self-preservation.

Gosh, I got rather dreary today didn't I? Must be a side effect of the energy-sharing group I was at this morning. One of the participants was feeling bummed about their Calculus test, and I think the emotion bled into our energies web. It felt good to type all this out though. Well, here's a free tip kiddos: a good way to cheer yourself up is to snuggle under a blanket with a good book. Oh, and tip number two, @Matching by Mattie is literally the worst person to go to for relationship help. Don't you dare ever click that link.

Oh my gosh, it's so good to be out of quarantine. Breathing in air that doesn't smell like insecticides or evil spirit wards is a privilege previously unappreciated by me. PERT caught the last of the malevolent bugs around noon today, and they finally finished checking over us "exposed" students for any ailments. I got some anti-melodics for the Ear Worms I've been suffering from. They're like anti-biotics, but don't taste as horrible. The nurse said that soon I will stop humming hits from 1975, thank the Spongiform Unimind!

While right now I'm just enjoying regaining my freedom (or as free as a kid is at boarding school) I did miss two days worth of classes. So that kinda stinks. I'm going to have to start my make up work soon, which is always annoying, but at least I have the weekend to catch up. Hopefully I didn't miss any huge projects. Last time I was in quarantine I missed a surprise field trip to the Semi-Decadial Gnome Fertility Festival. I'm still not sure if I'm lucky or unlucky for missing that.

Oh, and @Janitor Pete, I'll try to track you down in person sometime today, but in case I can't find you I'm saying this here too and hoping you'll find it. Sorry that I offended you, I honestly haven't met a maintenance person at Psyhigh that's like you. Maybe I'm talking to the wrong people? Am I mistaking golems for Psyhigh staff again? Anyways, I hope you can forgive me. Anyone who works to try to keep this place a little safer deserves student appreciation. I may be a Psyhigh veteran, but that doesn't mean I'm the smartest crystal in the cavern. Remember kids; don't be like Klarya. Learn from my mistakes instead.

I swear to the Dean himself, I am going to jump out a window. That spazz at the end of my hall, Eddgarion or whatever, he knocked over some jars of live specimen he'd been keeping in his room. I guess they were part of a senior year project, but now it's a senior year disaster. Everywhere you go in the hall, ear-worms are wiggling through the floorboards and into your pockets, crooning noxious disco hits and obnoxious country pop that sit in your head and decay like rotting banana peels. If I hear one more song about "getting groovy together, my disco baby", there are going to be consequences.

There are some more species of nasty little bugs released in our hall, but my Other Eyes can spot those ones so I've avoided most of them. Another girl in our hall wasn't so lucky. I don't know how Eddgarion managed it, but he'd gotten five adult Authentic Earwigs. The poor girl is in the emergency wing of the infirmary right now, awaiting treatment for the Authentic Earwig eggs that were lain in her inner ears while she slept. Other creepy crawlies that are lurking in the woodwork right now include Homeric Hym Prophetic Bees, Japanese Soul Butterflies, Japanese Soul-Sucking Butterflies, Sundrop Scarabs (don't touch them, they'll melt your very being), and my personal favorites: the Ticks of Foreboding.

Psyhigh Emergency Response Team placed our hall on quarantine until all these infesting pests are dealt with. They're doing their best to keep us safe and entertained in the meanwhile, but they aren't very good at that second part. Whenever someone complains about the quarantine, they pass out jigsaw puzzles and suggest we play games like "Eye-Spy with my Third Eye". The PERT people all look to be around a thousand years old though, so I guess we look like preschoolers to them. Or maybe they're just that condescending. Either way, the cabin fever is setting in around here. Some of us are getting together tonight to try astral projecting as a solution. We have to be careful though, because of the Japanese Soul-Sucking Butterflies. But I don't need to explain that; everyone knows about what happens if one of those gets its grubby little appendages on a soul essence.

Well, I guess I got student of the month. That's pretty nice. It's no Award for Anomaly Containment or Guttenhiemer-Wergner-Abbott-Johannes-Burtenburg Scholarship, but I'll take it. Anything to put on my resumé is definitely welcome. Thanks, whoever voted for me.

Sadly, this recognition comes with... recognition. Underclassmen that spot me in the halls keep asking me questions. I'm happy to lend you all a hand -- I remember all too well how disorienting orientation is -- but jeez, one question at a time guys. I'm not some sort of walking encyclopedia of the psychic world. I don't know how to find the derivative of a Will-O-The-Wisp's dopamine output, but I can point you to the Self-Aware Library if that'll help. And don't even bother trying to get information out of me regarding the Double Secret Society. You all know only upperclassmen of certain lineage can get in on that.

Now, I had like twenty different people today ask me why I keep saying "guidance counselor(s)", so I'm going to answer that question here and be done with it. For those of you precious little angels who haven't had to visit that part of the school yet, you are in for a rude awakening my friend. Our lovely Psychic High School puts a lot of effort into giving us as many opportunities beyond school as possible. The guidance counselor(s) work in, through, between, and sometimes outside of realities to get students to where they want to go. And as anyone who's taken Intro. to Dimensions and Timelines will tell you, that kind of work has consequences. Sometimes when I go to visit my counselor(s), I meet with a very upbeat auburn-haired dreamboat named Ray. Other times I have to meditate with a large swarm of bog pixies. One time my counselor(s) was an alternate version of my mother, in a timeline where she never married my dad, got several face tattoos, and developed an insatiable craving for herring. That was awkward.

So yeah. It's just easier to refer to your counselor(s) as your counselor(s). And while your counselor(s) may not be consistent in their physical form, their Psyhigh-spirit never falters. So if you walk into that office one day and are greeted by a pterodactyl wearing a top-hat, don't freak out. Just sit down, avoid looking them straight in the eye, and go ahead with your roommate change request. Trust me.

I've been struggling with the New Year. Which is impressive, seeing as it's only existed for two days. Though it says a lot about that test we took for the New Years Party. It predicted that I'd have some emotional turmoil in the beginning of the year. Either that, or a chair would become my arch-rival. It was hard to hear, okay?

I don't know. Maybe this is all just the post-holiday funk, but I've been kinda depressed lately. It doesn't help that my best friend's telepathy walkie-talkie got taken away by her fifth and third parents. Who knew that losing one person could through you off so much? It's weird not hearing her randomly calling out "HEY do you read me? Rodger!" in my mind during the day.

I've been having issues with touching lately too. I was messing around with an old meditation ritual I found in the Self-Aware Library, but I was also thinking about my grandmother's caramel recipe, and when I broke out of the trance my being was a bit... melter than usual. My roommate and other friends keep poking me and squishing me because they think it's fun, but it's really awkward and I wish they'd stop. Just because I smell and have the consistency of a finely crafted candy doesn't mean you can treat me like one! #CandiesFeelToo

The nurse said that I'll start to harden again by next week, maybe sooner. I hope she's right. She might've just said that to get me to leave though. The infirmary is woefully understaffed, as everyone knows, and after the incident with the Students Rooming With Demonically Possessed Objects Support Group the place has been absolutely swamped. Take it from me little buddies: if you have a cold or need some ice or whatever, go to Minerva's room instead. She's got everything you'll need. She's got a very loose handle on her jinxing abilities, so her dorm is fully stocked with medical supplies. Just be forewarned, if you get on her bad side you'll leave with something worse than you arrived with.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttt'ssssssssssssssss NEW YEARS! *blows party horn* Ha ha! Look at that, we've survived another year my fellow psychics! Yeah yeah yeah, I know that some of you use different time measurements, or live off planet, or originate from a different plane where time isn't one of the dimensions, but hey that's not going to stop me from wishing you a Happy New Year and shoving a glass of sparkling grape juice in your hands!

New Years Eve is especially exciting for me. When I switch on my Other Eyes... whoa. You can see so much shifting as the energies and nega-energies in the world around us scramble to reset. Right now I can see the inky purple and minty green streams of good and bad fortune flowing through the student common room. Most students' eclectic energies are pulsating at a rhythm matching a glowing orb the size of three football fields that's been floating outside. Beneath the sometimes-snow blanketing the visible grounds of Psyhigh, beneath the life force of grass, bugs, and various subterranean civilization, beneath it all something is bubbling up to the surface in an awing multi-textured mess. When the bubbles pop, they release these sparks that float into the air and melt the fabric of space-time juuuuuuust a little. In fact, if you walk the grounds today you might be able to spot the points of discontinuity. They're only about the size of a penny, but it's hard to overlook the points of erosion in our reality.

If you're bored today waiting around for New Years Eve celebrations to begin, I highly recommend investigating these world-benders. If I remember correctly, linking your mindscape to its center will-- well, you know what, I'll let you find that out on your own. It's better as a surprise. Just make sure you're not wearing your school uniform when you do it.

See you all at tonight's New Year's Party, sponsored by GROTTO G.S.M. INC.! I'll be the one wearing the hat.