Nobody
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5/22/2015 9:01pmDear Somebody,
As expected, even here, only Claude, my feline friend, can see me when my powers kick in. But at least no one freaks out when I move objects or open doors to enter rooms. My invisibility continues to be on the fritz- sometimes I don't even realize I've gone invisible until someone walks into me, or a person I'm talking to stops abruptly and looks around confusedly. I'm looking around for a tutor, someone who might be able to help me control the whole sudden disappearance thing, but as of yet, I haven't found anyone. I suppose that's to be expected, since I only arrived a few hours ago. But still. However, my main concern is whether or not the cafeteria serves sprinkles. I brought several backup jars, just in case, and a can of frosting, but if I can't renew my supply, I will run out very shortly. Claude seems to think that I can live without putting sprinkles on everything, but I disagree.
In other news, I Read the Cards shortly after my arrival, and it seems that something is going to happen to me very soon; my horoscope agrees.
Farewell for now,
Nobody
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Assorted Candies - 5/23/2015 7:39am@
i am the champ I noticed that at one point you had frosting flavored candies, do you happen to have any sprinkle flavored? Or just sprinkles?
5/25/2015 9:35amDear Somebody,
My first day here at Psy High has been rather enjoyable. I have yet to make any close friends, but I did enjoy my classes. I don't remember what my classes are, or who was teaching, but I do remember that I enjoyed them. My favorite one was about... Ummm... It was about... You know, I can't remember that, either. Oh well. I'm having trouble applying for extra curricular activities, as I'm still varying on the visibility spectrum, and it seems one has to be visible for most activities. I have yet to find a tutor, so if anyone knows someone who can help, please let me know!
But in other news, the seedlings I brought with me seem to be flourishing! My floor is covered in moss, and the small, sickly oak tree is now five feet tall! I'm going to have to find a bigger pot for it soon.
Claude seems to like it here as well. There are lots of cats on the grounds, and he's even made a few friends, although some of them don't seem to be all there...
Oh, and one more thing! One of my gifts (besides invisibility) is being able to read The Cards. So if anyone has any questions (for example, what the future holds, who has a crush on you, or when the world is going to end), I charge ten dollars per reading, and an extra twenty if contact with the dead is involved (meaning no offense, but I had a rather unpleasant experience involving a mummy, a palm tree, and a half-dead fish--don't ask).
Farewell for now,
Nobody
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Horrific Plastic Clowns - 5/26/2015 3:40pmDear Somebody,
I have had one of THOSE days. You know the kind. You're just walking along the school grounds, when suddenly, you get hit by an ice cream truck! And you think, maybe it's because you're invisible, but then you check, and you're perfectly visible, and the truck is backing up to hit you AGAIN!! And the worst part, the horrificly nightmarish part permanently imprinted into your memory, is that when you look inside the truck to see who in The Sacred Goddess's Name is driving the cursed vehicle, you see a hideously grotesque PLASTIC CLOWN WITH A BUTCHER KNIFE. A BUTCHER KNIFE!!!! And even worse, the ice cream truck was OUT. OF. SPRINKLES.
I am currently reviving from this terrifying experience in the infirmary, and am on a strict diet of chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Lots of sprinkles.
Hopefully I will feel well enough to attend classes tomorrow.
Farewell for now,
Nobody
5/27/2015 5:03pmDear Somebody,
I'd like to thank all the cats who came to visit me in the infirmary. I am feeling much better now, and was able to attend classes. The lesson was especially fun, it was about..... Um..... I forgot. But I liked it immensely. Excepting The Incident, I am enjoying Psy High. My plants like it here too; the oak tree is now ten feet tall and my floor is covered in grass as well as moss. The only thing is that there is now an odd smell in my room, like a mix between bananas, strawberries, and a baby ostrich. At night I hear a chittering, scritch scratchy noise, and Claude cowers under my bed. But I'm sure it is nothing.
I'm going to go eat some sprinkles now:
Farewell for now,
Nobody
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5/28/2015 6:10pmDear Somebody,
The noises I hear at night are getting louder and more obnoxious. I'm having trouble falling asleep, and when I do, I'm plagued with nightmares, although I don't remember what they are about. I have almost run out of my emergency supply of sprinkles. The smell has grown stronger as well; a putrid mix of strawberries bananas, ostriches, and biodiesel. Every once in a while, I'll see flashes of shadow on the oak tree, out of the corner of my eye, but when I look, nothing's there. The cats have taken to avoiding my room, and Claude only enters when absolutely neccessary and only if I go with him. But I'm sure that if I ignore it, it'll go away.
I've taken to wandering the grounds; I see all kinds of interesting things. However, whenever I wave at other students, they don't even acknowledge my existence. I suppose that has to do with being invisible. But still.
My invisibility is, if anything, getting worse. I am also developing other symptoms, such as dizzyness, extreme fatigue, prophetic visions, a third eye that appears on my forehead at random, and a craving for sprinkles. Wait- Claude says that has nothing to do with psychic powers.
The noises are starting again; I'm going to hide in my bed and eat sprinkles.
Farewell for now,
Nobody
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5/29/2015 8:17pmDear Somebody,
I am very tired. The combination of flashes of the future, tripled vision, chittering scritchy noises, strange odors (a strange mix of the scent of strawberries, bananas, ostriches, and biodiesel), and flashes in and out of invisibility (which normally wouldn't bother me, except I am starting to see and hear things when I'm invisible that I don't when I'm visible, and it appears as though these are flashing in and out of existence, even though I'm fairly certain that's not accurate), as well as a constant sugar high from Emergency Stress Sprinkles makes it nearly impossible to fall asleep.
I have taken to napping on the school grounds between classes. Although I never sleep in class. I have rather high marks in all my classes (although I don't remember what exactly my grades are) and am learning much. For instance, just the other day, I learned that.... That.... Oh dear, I've forgotten. *yawn*
I'm going to go find a spot to doze off in. Perhaps I'll try the train yard; that seems peaceful enough.
Farewell for now,
Nobody
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5/31/2015 11:28amDear Somebody,
The other day I went to the train yard to take a nap. As I fell asleep, I heard a melancholy tune whistling among the trains. It was so sad and sweet I felt it follow me in my dreams. When I woke up, I felt more rested than I have in weeks, and slightly unnerved. The feeling of uneasiness increased when I found out I'd slept for over a day! I have come to the conclusion that this tune was @
The Whistler, and that I will only sleep in the train yard on weekends.
After this unsettling event, I decided to explore the school for another napping place. Walking down a corridor, I noticed a statue slightly out of place, and investigating, found an entrance to a series of underground tunnels! Deciding that this would be an exceptional place to sleep undisturbed, I began to explore. Halfway down the dank hallway, (it seemed to be leading into some sort of catacomb like place) I smelled something surprisingly delicious- sprinkles!! I followed this heavenly scent down winding passages, and would have been trapped, had not a very British voice called out "Stop!" Apparently @
Randy Carter had set traps using glue, sprinkles, and some not so great smelling herbs, and gotten himself stuck in his own trap! How he didn't smell it is beyond me. The sprinkles smell good, but everything else is just horrid. I suppose I'm lucky that I happened to be visible, otherwise we both would be in a "sticky" situation. (See what I did there?) But anyway, after a hurried conversation and confusing directions, (if Claude hadn't been with me, I'd have probably gotten lost), I found my way out of the catacombs, and went in search of Grounds Keeper Tom. It took a while to show him where @
Randy Carter was, (partly because I'd gone invisible again, and partly because I'd already forgotten how I got in the catacombs in the first place) but with a few psychic flashes of dark hallways, and a map Claude drew in the dirt, Grounds Keeper Tom found his way alright, and I went off in search of another place to nap. I've come to the conclusion that the catacombs under the school are maybe not the safest place to sleep. Especially if I only want to nap for fifteen or twenty minutes. If anyone has suggestions for good (and safe) napping spots, please let me know. Also, @
Randy Carter, you owe me some sprinkles. Or as you call them, "ice cream jimmies".
Farewell for now,
Nobody
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Spring Cleaning - 5/31/2015 12:16pm@
Femi I, too, must sleep somewhere other than my room! Is this because you also experience strange noises and odors? The smell in my room is a mix between strawberries, bananas, ostriches, and biodiesel. Though perhaps it has changed; I've been avoiding my room for a while. Are you also having prophetic visions and malfunctioning powers? Assuming that you also have the whatever-it-is in your room, is this "spring cleaning" how you are removing it? I will most certainly try this. Thank you very much for the idea,
Nobody
Spring Cleaning - 6/1/2015 5:39pmD-d-dear S-somebody,
Spring Cleaning w-was a terrible idea! I entered my room wielding cleaning equipment (a broom, PsyBreeze air freshener, a toothpick, a jar of sprinkles, and my cat), and immediately left it again, locking the door behind me. I decided I needed: A Plan of Action. Claude and I concluded that the PsyBreeze could wait until after I finished, and he insisted that I leave the sprinkles outside in the hallway with the other things we weren't going to use right away; he was very sure that I would want them afterwards, and would not want to waste them by eating during the
cleaning. Claude seemed to be under the impression that the small task of cleaning would be a suicide mission and that I would be better off getting another room. I wish I had listened.
But as I was saying, I went off to the library (although to be honest, I was going in the wrong direction until Claude redirected me) and searched the shelves until I found it- The Mortal, Unmortal, Immortal, Fey, Psychic, Unicornian, Utopian, Distopian Atlas of All Realms that Have Ever Will Ever and Do Exist. It actually wasn't very hard to find, seeing as it was the fourth biggest book in the room. (The first biggest was A Genealogical Collection of Five Hundred Thousand of the Most Famous Psychics and their First Three Hundred Thousand Descendants). Having found the book I wanted, I struggled out of the library until I reached my room, and dropped the book with a loud thump. Claude and I exchanged a look; we nodded. It was time. Gripping the book in one hand (no easy feat, I assure you) and my broom in the other, I entered the room again.
The grass had grown to shoulder length, and my bed (and the rest of the furniture) was as invisible as I was. The oak tree was huge, and the odor had grown even stronger; a sharp mix of strawberries, bananas, ostriches, and biodiesel. I also saw what was causing it. No longer moving only in the shadows, or making noises only at night, They were EVERYWHERE. Especially on the tree. One crawled up my leg and bit me, and I had to resist the urge to scream. High pitch noises would only cause Them to swarm. I knew what they were, and I knew then, why Claude stayed outside my room. It was a nest of Evil Biotic Insectoids from the Beyond (EBIBs). I remembered learning about these in class. They confuse Psychic powers after long term exposure.... And.... Uh... Ummm.... Cause problems sleeping! (See? I can remember things, Claude. My memory isn't as bad as you think). Although to be honest, I don't remember anymore of what we learned about them, or what class I learned about them in. But still.
I carefully scraped three off my legs with the broom, and prepared myself to attack. But suddenly, the chittering scritch scratch grew even louder, the scent shifted into something reminiscent of pineapple, bananas, camels, and burnt crude oil, and before I could so much as smoosh a single EBIB, They SWARMED. I smacked at them as best I could, with The Mortal, Unmortal, Immortal, Fey, Psychic, Unicornian, Utopian, Distopian Atlas of All Realms that Have Ever Will Ever and Do Exist, and tried to hold them at bay with the broom, but I was no match for them. Barely escaping with my life, Claude and I fled deep into the catacombs under the school where he led me to an underground lake. Apparently EBIBS don't like water. And squishing them just makes them angry. *glares at the sopping wet cat next to her* That would've been nice to know BEFORE I attacked a colony of technologically advanced robotic bugs. *sigh* At least I a jar of sprinkles.
Farewell for now, (but hopefully not forever),
Nobody
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