Hate to be remembered as that "Does anybody..." guy, but does anybody remember those pens? Yeah, those pens. Those seemingly normal ballpoints that were linked to Professor Simeus' brain in a vat that was literally giving out the answers to the test questions. I remember the faces of pure dismay when they banned those pens!

I hope there'll be another Alien College Conference. Little ziggy ambassador guy of something something Gamma X-II Ixion College was really nice. Hope to see him, um, it, or um, her, again...

Some kid's been abusing the Copyquick juice to take on the body of a teacher; they've been handing out fraudulent student notices since. What would the faculty do about this? I swear, this summer's been such a bad one for PsyHigh...

I'm so bored, I could take another elective. Let's totally forget about my overdue tasks, I swear I just feel unchallenged! I heard there's a new elective called "Psychonomy & Psychonautics". Apparently, you get to sail in someone's psyche... whoa. Why wouldn't I wanna sail in the seas of my roommate's mind?! I'd love to know what the heck's wrong with him 'cause he just won't stop bothering me! I heard it's kind of hard to get in Psychonomy & Psychonautics, though. Trixie Twilight and the purple twins told me that they got kicked out of that class for having unsatisfactory marks. They showed me their marks; I was shocked to find out a grade of 97 is 'unsatisfactory'.

Just as I thought my roommate would express some empathy towards me when I told him that I was bothered by his, um, 'pets'... He bought a damn "Fulfilling Aqua" and poured half a millilitre on my blanket and the next thing you know is that my room's fully flooded! I swear, someone's got to monitor the lab... Those lab folks just synthesise anything, and I say, anything! Ugh...

Just as I thought my roommate would express some empathy towards me when I told him that I was bothered by his, um, 'pets'... He bought a damn "Fulfilling Aqua" and poured half a millilitre on my blanket and the next thing you know is that my room's fully flooded! I swear, someone's got to monitor the lab... Those lab folks just synthesise anything, and I say, anything! Ugh...

My drink was spiked with that darn Mean Jug! No worries, people, I'm alive... and well! Well, what a disaster! Don't go to no generator party across that darn faeries' club in the desert! Ugh... I swear I'm going to do something to that Larry guy.

But you know, I guess it wasn't that bad. I mean, I got a, uh, well... I got a vial of, uh, "Nimrodel's Fanta-Creme for Fantastic Skin"... Yeah, whatever that is, right? The desert's a damn weird place. "Made with bipedal glorby ziggy mucus and mooncow excrement." Uh, who wants this? I'll give it for free... Um, anybody?

That's still not good, @Ludmila Schneeflocke.

I am more worried that they'll lace drinks with Mean Jugs. Mind you, this 'Larry' guy from the Cygnus extraterrestrial lab is currently developing a stronger kind of Mean Jug. There is no stopping that madman, really. Well, careful, folks.

My roommate just brought in yet another not-so-delightful creature; it is a talking sponge he purchased from some exogenetic backyard bargain. The sponge is incredibly foul-mouthed and it cannot stop talking about the Lunarite formula. If this chattersponge won't shut up within the next few hours, I'll be soaking it in a bucket of antiwater.

So many absences recorded today in my Rigellian Mechanics class. Only Hank Strangeform and Tina Thaumaturge attended class today, including me. I think everybody's starting to hate Rigellian Mechanics.

And someone's pet spiral - the spiralis barbatus - went on a rampage; nobody knows its whereabouts. Dude, that thing's a hemovore!