I just hate feeling angry. My brow furrows down until the weight of the world seems to be pressing on my head. Everything and everyone I look at seems to gain the red tinge of enemy status. My soul feels trapped in a vessel inadequately prepared for containing the furious energy pulsing through my bones. Any moment, I'll burst in a shower of heat and light and ferocity beyond any form of flame. I feel like Psyhigh feels right now. The bright pulsating sun and irrational heat are all too familiar.

But that angry feeling doesn't begin to cause as much discomfort and self-consciousness as the moment after you let all that power out. I hope the Psyhigh grounds won't be in disarray after releasing its righteous anger so violently. After all this heat, the last thing we need is a winter so cold our breath makes instant snowflakes.

However, my prophetic dreams are too often true. Fingers crossed that after this situation normalcy returns. Until then, I'm stocking up on mittens and hot cocoa. Yum.

It's burning!
It's scalding!
Dean Hammer is sweating!
Demonic Power Administration,
Threw us in a heated situation,
And so the school is on fire til mor-ning!

(If you're confused, readbthe e-mail newsletter Psyhigh sent out. Or look out you're window. This summer sure is a hot one.)

I wonder if today will be in future history books. Will our bored kids be lectured on gay rights?

"Today class, we begin Unit 12, also known as Gay Rights. Open your books to page 293...."

Wouldn't that be strange.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
My roomate didn't heed my warning call,
With a sickening crash you did fall,
Now we pick up shards, collect them all.

Across the floor they were scattered,
At first we thought it didn't matter.
But each shard showed a new world alive with chatter,
In one I was taller, in another I was fatter.

Other dimensions are reaching for us,
Why are they suddenly making a fuss?
These alternate versions my roommate won't trust,
She says all these dangerous gateways we need to toss.

Sorry other universes.
But we must, we must.

Wowthis soda isactuallyprettygoodIfeelso energetic andpowerfulgettingthatfreesamplewas so worth itthankyouMattie! I'mrunningfasterthaneverandIsee mini flying limousines everywherewheeeeeeeeetheyareleadingmetoaspecialplaceof magicandsmiles I'm nevergoinghomeagainhahahahahahahabyeguys!

My eyes droop. I don't fight it. I'm afraid of what I will see in my sleep, but I never fear what I will dream. Dreams are special things. Most people think only they're subconscious speaks in dreams. But we know that the universe is whispering too. Can you hear what it's saying to you? Right now it's telling me to give in to sleep. Who am I to deny the universe?

To sleep, perchance to dream…

How I Saw The Party:
Dancing lights filled the air.
Laughing, dancing everywhere.
@Mattie won't get out of our hair.
But I think it's funny, to be fair.
Everyone had their own psychic flair.
We all had fun showing off out there.
I'm so glad that we're out of Fortuna's lair.
And thankful for the good times we've shared.

*sigh*

I'm so relieved all this is over. This is too much excitment for me. How you can still have the energy to throw a party, I will never know @*Atlantica*. But count me in for this event. I'll sing a victory song if the audience allows.

And would you mind very much if I brought some steak fries and burgers to the party? I have some leftovers from Forever Diner.

An Encouraging Cheer For Our Classmates:

P is for power, that's burning in our veins!
S is for safety, what we are wishing for!
Y is for yes, positivity will bring us through!
H is for help, we'll find it here at school!
I is for intellect, something we'll have to use!
G is for good, we'll strive to be just that!
H is for hope, the future's looking bright!

P-S-Y-H-I-G-H! Psyhigh! Psyhigh! The best years of out lives! Hooray!

*eats more steak fries*

Psyhigh is falling down.
Falling down.
Falling down!
Psyhigh is falling down.
My fair students!

But there is hope, don't give up.
Don't give up.
Don't give up!
Four students are fighting back.
My fair students!

If they can keep their heads,
Keep their heads,
Keep their heads!
All the EBIBs will soon be dead!
My, fair, students.

But Morris is the next to go.
Next to go.
Next to go!
Oh, I wish it wasn't so!
My, fair, students.

Then only the insane are left.
Insane are left.
Insane are left!
To fight to the end.
My fair students.

Good luck guys. Defeat Queen Quin by Tuesday. Stay out of Fortuna's grubby hands. Watch your cats. And if you get pulled into Forever... I highly suggest the steak fries.