They've got pet eyeballs. All the cool kids. I don't sit with them at lunch. They let the eyeballs wiggle up their sleeves and into and out of their pockets and on to the tops of their heads. It's so cute. They're all different colors (the irises that is) and move around by wriggling the ganglia that comes out their back ends like little tails. I want one.

I get so tired sorting through everyone's thoughts. Boring, boring stuff, people! Internet gossip, anxiety about being late, making plans to eat, unrequited romantic (and spicy) thoughts... ok those last ones aren't necessarily boring but they make me uncomfortable because none of my business.

Thank god Psyhigh dorm rooms are thought-proof or I'd never get any sleep.