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[Apr. 30th, 2009|01:02 pm] |
I cannot seem to function today. I got detention for overuse of my ability? At least if the detention had fine print that would be written. Sometimes I think certain people and teachers wear things just for me. The agent, although, who is around campus? I cannot see underneath of his clothing. When I pointed this out everyone ignored me. I suspect it is important. I am getting emails from my sister who claims she misses me and wishes I would come home. The thing is I know 'home' is the asylum I was forced to participate in. Dinner there was horrible. Nothing like here. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|08:23 pm] |
Pierre L'Oeuf almost did a dive off my table. Remy? Come get him. He's your son, anyway. I am not convinced I am the father. Not really. He's too French and hostile. Not very fun like me. Perhaps that is because he is an egg and I am amused this is actual homework.
Someone left a pair of underwear outside my room. I do not suspect these were meant for Mason. I am confused, however, as they did not have a note. Is this some sort of American peace offering I was not aware of? Or does it specifically pertain to me? I have never seen these underwear before but if the owner would like to model them I would not decline. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|08:18 pm] |
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Inspiration. That kid... genius, no? For an entire year no one knew. I bet he even forgot at one point. Brilliant. |
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| four: sleep |
[Feb. 18th, 2009|05:24 pm] |
[Fancy italicized part of entry means it was written in French]
The kitchen woman is pregnant. I jumped and fell when I saw her for the first time last week. I have not been so close to a pregnant person and seeing a fetus was startling. Disgusting. It was so small. I will never have sex. Not that it matters as I have four friends. The giant, sex lips, the roommate and the acadien. There are a handful of people who can read this, including Remy, a very nice european student and the teacher who I have not yet spoken to. Not that I wish to go on his trip even if it's a home that i miss and a sister I would like to say goodbye to... probably best I not go. I have not yet learned names. I describe most people to remember them and at times their underwear. I do not see why people are still so upset by my ability. I also enjoy television but often end up watching the wall when I am so tired. Perhaps it is time for a nap now. I don't feel like studying. When do teenagers ever feel that way? Beyond sleepy. Hmmm.
I have discovered I snore and thrash around in my sleep. Do I need to find a "dreamwalker" to see if they can fix my subconscious state of sleep? Not that they could fix the snoring.
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| three: classes |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|09:18 am] |
I have a roommate. I am not sure when this happened, but he is always here.
I don't very much care for American History class.
I thought I disliked it but back home the maple syrup is much better.
My sister used to cook hot dogs with brown sugar and syrup. It was exceptionnel.
I don't like the music teacher watching the band practice. It is not a school function. She has a nice body and it is distracting.
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| two: je suis desole |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|02:11 pm] |
Monsieur Wright has asked me to write about my ability.
I am what he calls a Remote Viewer. I can see things from afar as though I were there and yet am not. I can also see through things. I have at times walked through into people and objects, walls, tripped on stairs and been physically hurt in serious ways because I see right through these things. Any things. It is not a choice. Although lets be frank, I don't try too hard to stop. It happens naturally and I would imagine you complaining more if I didn't learn to stop at the first layer of clothes. I quite imagine all of you have had problems when first learning to control your ability so I would ask not to be called names. Even though I deserve them and enjoy them. So I will not "ask" as some of you have suggested and am going to try not hard to make this easy on all of us. If you have questions you can ask me. I'll even try to stay in my room even though I could do this from a distance.
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| one: hello |
[Jan. 12th, 2009|08:49 pm] |
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Bonjour.
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