Dear Somebody,
@Scilph is back!!!! Maybe?? I hope so. It would be so nice to have a friend at the school again. @Matching by Mattie is now less than .002% here, @*Atlantica* and @Pacifica seem to have disappeared, and I haven't been able to find @Gretel anywhere! And I've checked all the ceilings. I think. I might have forgotten to look at a few. But still.

@Pearline, @Alexander, and everyone else are all nice, but it isn't the same. Not to mention that I've never been very good at making new friends. I have a tendency to turn invisible and quietly leave. But anyway.

It's said that a main character is no good without supporting characters; but supporting characters aren't any good without a main character, either.

In other news, even though Mattie is no longer here, my hair seems to have been turned a golden colour, and it's a lot longer than it was. I also seem to be emitting a lot more Arcane Energy; this is rather unfortunate because it means my teachers have decided I have progressed in my ability and have all given me extra homework. On the bright side, I found this lovely snake whom I have taken as (another) pet. Claude and Claudette don't really like it, but I'm sure that's only temporary.

I'll try to be better about posting, but sometimes it's really hard to remember, and other times I feel as if there's nothing to write about.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
Ferrets are horrible, terrible, awful creatures. They are the epitome of evil, they are darkness incarnate. They are malicious beings of horror, they are terrifying mustelidaes of doom. They are in my room eating my sprinkles.

When I went to class this morning, I apparently forgot to close the door to my room, and when I came back, They were here. Apparently some forgetful imbecile in Experimental Familiar Bonding class left some of the cage doors open and all the Ferrets flew out. And into my room.

And They won't stop TALKING. In Greek!! What kind of a Ferret speaks Greek?! They're flying around the room, eating all my sprinkles and chattering nonstop. THEY ARE EATING ALL MY SPRINKLES! It's awful! It's horrible! It's unacceptable! It's... It's.... Uh... I... Umm... I forgot what I was talking about. But I'm sure it's an outrage. I think. Or maybe it's an osterage. I can't remember.

In other completely unrelated news, I can't seem to find any of my sprinkles. I guess I'll have to eat the standard Experimental ones from the cafeteria. Oh well.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
Today was an interesting day. I walked outside to eat my lunch (a sprinkle sandwich with onions and rhubarb), only to discover that the weather-controlling classes were having another "friendly" battle, and I had the misfortune of getting caught in the middle. Again. I'm still trying to get all the hail and meteor rocks out of my ears.

In other news, @Pearline invited me to a seance at midnight tomorrow. I think @Alexander is attending as well as a few others. I was told familiars are welcome. I'll have to find my ink black bee-bonnet and Ethereal Sprinkles (from Sprinkle Co. of course), though. And Claude's pentagram collar. He insists on only wearing it for special occasions. He says it itches. Maybe I'll also bring one of my Self-Aware Library books. I just got a new one bound in Orgre skin. It mentions techniques on limb binding, soul binding, power binding, book binding, time binding, mind binding, spirit tying, and a lovely recipe for cabbage soup. It also has step by step instructions for entering the Time Department undetected, and how to use their equipment. It almost looks like this entry was written in Pearline's handwriting. I'm sure it means nothing. Anyway, I wonder which spirit(s) we'll be summoning?

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody
Someone summoned a demon during a seance again. It seems like this happens every other week; you'd think students would pay closer attention in class with the threat of possible enslavement, destruction, or-worst of all- detention. I was entering the classroom when it happened, and got an unfortunate mouthful of ash and brimstone. It tasted TERRIBLE. Almost as bad as that awful sprinkle-less cake they serve in the cafeteria.

In other news, @Pearline's solution to my TV Ghost problem worked! I can't remember what exactly it was that she told me to do, or what I did, but anyway, the room is visible again, as are Claude and Claudette. Actually, everything's been back to the visibilty spectrum (except for me) for a while now, I just forget to write about it. Speaking of forgetting things, I just remembered that I have to... uh... ummm.... I have to... umm... Never mind.

Anyway, the Television is working again! More or less. I've set it up so that uses a combination of telekinesis, psychic energy, and a mantra from this old troll-skin-bound book S-Al gave me. S-Al gives me a lot of creepy books bound in skin. Most of them are banned, too. It's the best! I've found so many slightly unethical spells, chants, and realm enslaving songs. Not that I would ever use them. For unethical purposes.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
I haven't been very good about writing; I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that I have a journal and that I'm supposed to write in it. Sometimes it seems as though my very existence at this school is determined by this journal, that without it I might fade away to just a memory. Maybe it's because I'm invisible and have a quiet voice.

Anyway, I've been thinking about life a lot lately, mainly about how fleeting it all is. One day you're standing in the halls thinking about that paper due tomorrow, and the next day you're gone. You never know when something is going to happen; Fortuna could suddenly reappear and zap us all off the face of the universe, a tribe of pixies could suddenly decide to take revenge by wiping out the entire school. Your family could be taken from you in one terrible moment, leaving you alone with the killer forever, or you could be driving down a trail in an ATV and get into one last accident. Life is unfair and fragile. An interplanetary organization could decide that you know too much, your father could decide that science is more important than your life. Or something could happen that causes you to haunt some poor innocent person's (and cat's) television set. But ask yourself this, is what happened really so awful that you have to cut out signal right in the middle of a new episode of Telekinetic Home Renovations? Or turn a certain roommate's designer clothes invisible? @Pearline, if you could help me with my problem, I would really appreciate it. I tried ask the Witch Docters stationed in the cafeteria, but every time I came near them, they started to smudge the air with incense and chant in creole. I might possibly have been invisible. But still. If you have tips or suggestions for breaking the invisibility "curse", or fixing the TV, please let me know. Having an invisible dragon is just asking for trouble. And third degree burns. Also, I don't believe I ever congratulated you on becoming Student of the Month. Congratulations!

In other news, @Alexander, I don't recommend transfiguring yourself into a dove; doves are Claudette's second favorite food, right after Chimichangas and polar bears.

*invisible meowing is heard* What? *more invisible meowing* @Silverfawn, Claude wanted me to tell you that he placed a couple of pots with peat soil in corridors 3B, 7K, and 98.76ß for you. I think. Or maybe it was corridors 6G and Fitzgerald. Or hallways C62, U2, and 3~~œßæ. I forget.

I'll try and remember to post. And to remember things to post about. And to... Uh...umm...to...uh... To do something else. I can't remember what. Oh well. I'm sure it isn't important. I hope.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
*exhausted sigh* I have been very... Busy. It turns out that my room and all the inanimate objects in it were not the only things turned invisible by the TV Spirit; Claude and Claudette were too. I sincerely apologize to the students who have been set on fire by my invisible dragon's rampage during the past 6 days. I also apologize to the student who fell out the fourth floor window after being lit on fire by Claudette and then accidentally tripped up by Claude. I'm sorry I poured a bucket of five-hundred year old dream dust on you. I honestly thought it was water.

In other news, Claude has taken to being invisible a lot better than Claudette has. He's even made a couple of new friends with the other invisible cats.

I'm pretty much invisible all the time now. It's a lot easier than flipping back and forth constantly, trying to make sure Claudette isn't eating another teacher, er, pigeon. Yeah. That's what it was. A pigeon. I also have to be invisible when I'm following Claude to my classes, or entering my room. I prefer to stay invisible when in the room, too, because otherwise I can't find anything, and it's extremely easy to fall out the window. I don't know why I can only see invisible things when invisible. That's just how it works, I guess. I do kind of know why I can see things when I'm invisible, though, @Ella Shanks. I think. I'm pretty sure it's because when I turn invisible, I basically slip onto a parallel plane of existence (often the same one some ghosts operate on), where I can see everyone, and my physical presence is still present, but no one (except for those who are on the plane, or can see all planes of existence without traveling to them) can see me, and the basic rules of gravity among other things are slightly different. Kind of how most humans can't see ultraviolet light, but it's still there, I guess. Sort of. Not really. But still.

*terrified screaming and dragon roaring is heard* Oh dear. I suppose I have to go get Claudette. Again.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
In a perfect world, I would say that my Halloween had been uneventful. I would tell you that everything had gone according to plan, and that I even had fun with my small family here at Psyhigh. Alas, it was not so.

I thought that I had taken all necessary precautions for prevention against possession, haunting, soul-scorching, and/or dream invading; I set up five different crystal pentagrams, lined the room with salt, placed charms on all the windows and doors, and even used a few forbidden incantations from a scroll Self-Aware Library gave me. They did work. (I think.) Unfortunately, they only worked on threats from outside the room.

It turns out that my television has been possessed by a very angry spirit, for a very long time, (which explains why I bought it on a discount) and the Television Ghoul reached the peak of its power at midnight last night. Long story short, after a brief struggle involving socks that had been washed in lavender (Mattie's), several burnt curtains (and one giant burnt pumpkin (Claudette's)), five or six jars of exploding sprinkles (mine), a tuna salad sandwich (Claude's) and a static-ky cloud of evil (the TV Ghost's), the entire dorm room seems to have turned invisible.
From the outside, it looks like a gaping hole in the building. From the inside, it looks like one is standing in the middle of a gaping hole in the building. I can see the room fine, if I turn invisible, so I know its there, but I was so terrified I couldn't turn invisible for the longest time. I'm still having trouble staying invisible. It took me forever to find my now invisible journal, and even longer to type this. At least, I hope I'm typing.

Anyway, the TV Spirit seems to have disappeared along with everything else; which means I can't politely ask it to reverse the, uh, curse. I find it slightly offensive that invisibility was used as a curse. I suppose I'll have to ask a teacher for help. *sigh* I hope I can remember where to find the teachers. And to go looking for them. And to... uh... I can't remember what I was talking about. Oh well.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

NO!!!!!! This can't be happening!!! This is bad this is really really bad THE END OF THE WORLD HAS COME!!!

The television has stopped working and I've run out of sprinkles. This is awful!!! I was just watching a new show on the Discovery channel, when the signal went out and all I could hear was static. I tried balancing socks on the antennae, but it doesn't seem to be working anymore. Maybe I shouldn't have relied on ancient soviet technology. Occasionally the static stops, but it's still not picking up any channels; it just shows grainy images of students, like @Kayla May and a golden @Aaron Dee in Psychic Cartography, or @Pearline standing in some castle. I'm not sure when the images are from or if they're real, or not, but everytime I turn visible, the scenes disappear. It's really weird. Almost as if being invisible keeps me in a certain plane of existence.

The newest person to show up when the static fades is @Ella Shanks. I think. I'm not very good with remembering names. Or anything. But still. Whenever she appears on the TV, it's almost as if she's trying to tell me about something. Maybe it's about... The Hidden Emergency Sprinkles I forgot about! Of course! *sound of Nobody rushing to sprinkle hiding spot and eating sprinkles* They're even Halloween themed! Well, that's one disaster averted, at least.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
Halloween approaches! Several spooky television specials have started airing on the TV, as well as some friendly tips on how to prevent possession (besides the obvious anti-possessive makeup), and banish malevolent spirits all from Home Protector Marty Stalwart. I'm still having issues with losing signal though. I'm starting to consider signing up for Premium Psy Wave Connection. Although I'm not entirely sure if that's for my television or my mind.

In other news, Claude, Claudette, and I (and Mattie's Whisperfly) have made all the neccesary preparations for All Hallow's Eve. Unfortunately, @Matching by Mattie's occasional semi-entrance into the room keeps setting off all the wards and charms, and I keep having to reset and reinforce them. I went through a Triple Looping Time Fragment this morning, so all my classes for the next two days have already been completed; this way I can make sure that the room is fully protected. I do NOT want a repeat of last year.
If any other students need any help preparing and/or fortifying for The Night When The Barrier Thins, feel free to stop by my dorm room. It's... Uh.... Room...umm... I can't remember. But it's easy to find. I think. It still kind of smells like perfume. But anyway, if you find me, I'd be happy to loan you a few cans of spirit repellent or some black Night Fevor candles.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
*background noise of an infomercial* I've never watched television before; it's enthralling. Claude and I spent the whole day watching our new TV and eating sprinkles. Well, I was eating sprinkles. He was eating codfish. But still. We don't have cable or dish or Webflix, but I did borrow an old soviet antennae I found in the cafeteria where the dance was held, and if I balance the right number of socks on it, I can get most channels. I think it might possibly have belonged to @Gene Sequins, but I can't remember for sure. Unfortunately, er, luckily, whenever @Matching by Mattie is 25.333333% here or more, she insists on watching "Project Runaway" which is a show where orphans are taken off the street and given the newest clothes of high fashion and a bowl of soup. The fashionista who has the best dressed orphan wins the show. Or at least, I think that's what the show is about.
*sound of channel changing* *twittering birds are heard*
*sigh* Claude just changed it to "House Birds of New England". This show is really noisy and unpleasant; I think I prefer "Catman the Animated Series". Unfortunately I can only watch that show at dawn with four green socks and a grapefruit balanced on the antennae. Oh well.

In other news I- *twittering of birds is suddenly replaced by high pitched static* *robotic voice is heard speaking* Transmission Incoming: Please Enter Identification, Level Mag--
*Nobody gets up and takes off left sock* *sock is balanced on antennae* *static is heard again* *chattering of birds resumes*

The TV keeps doing that for some reason. I think it keeps tuning into radio station of the Ancient Mayan Prayer Group or something. This morning I think it said something about "request granted" and "proceed". I think. Maybe I should light my black candles tonight. Just in case.

Farewell for now,
Nobody