In my most recent post I experienced relativity glitches that blocked me from writing in the same tense continuously. "The past is to come and the future is set in the present"- I hear a voice in my skull exclaiming. Maybe an Adopt-a-Ghost inhabited my memory plane in anticipation for Holloween? I should get that checked out.

Currently on my way to the PsyHigh physician for effects of interdimensional timelapses!

ciao,
Hollowna

After a long night of, yet again, astral projecting to find my ghost self, I continued to wonder what had transpired that very night I played tag with my other-ghostly half, and recently its as though she'd never even existed. Had she been swallowed up by PsyHigh's very own interdimensional portal? Holloween was approaching and I, for one, was welcoming the distraction from my detective endeavours that were finding out what happened to the principal's memory files.
I have long been awaiting the return of my bug-eyed friend, who I hadnt seen in over a lightyear. Sigh, time really flies- especially since someone manipulated the relativity-contraction devive in the computer lab.
P.s. I find myself contemplating the past future as I look beneath me into my present

ciao,
Hollowna

There is a post in my journal that I didn't write! What a conundrum. Did someone clone me without my knowledge? I did not steal the principal's files! I've never heard of memory files. Is there something this school has been keeping from us?!

I'll come back to this soon- I've been called to the principal's office and I desperately hope I'm not in trouble.

xoxo
Hollowna

It was a starry night, when i got woken up by my ghost-self. I had just been astral projecting and met her around 1.15am while i was reality-gliding and had deposited my physical shell in the nurses office. While her and I were playing soul-tag, I realized there where cake crumps by the door to the principals office. If I'm not mistaken they looked like our lunch sides. But, everyone cherished the sour lemon cakes- no leads here. I did see foot prints leading into the principals office as if someone had snuck past the narrow crack that was left upon the door being opened, although they were nearly transparent, small boot prints that left much to the imagination. Was this a case of an adopt-a-ghost merely having gotten loose, or was there more to this suspicious night-time discovery?

What a hexed night.
xoxo
Hollowna

I conversed with my ghost-self today. She pushed me to sacrifice some core memories in order for me to reach enlightenment regarding my time at the Children's Circle. It didn't work. I'd never felt as hexed as on this very moon, when my ghost-self swiftly decided to guard the outlet of the teleportation network that led to the principals office. I was going to steal memory files tonight.

More from me later.
xoxo
Hollowna