Okay, okay, I know... long time no update, right? Hopefully you guys
haven't completely given up on me yet. It's just that my com conked out
because the monitor somehow got unwired, and now I can't figure out how to
put it back. Neither can my mom, for that matter. The writer's block didn't
help much, so... *scolds* Bad block! Bad! Apologies. I'm leaving for a
holiday in Japan on Friday. *sobs* missing all the wonderful tv programs!
To my great reviewers: todd fan, Red Witch, KaYuTa, Lady MR, InterNutter (haha... the "forced vasectomy" part was cute! lol!), evolutionary spider, Dr. Lauryl, Cassie-bear01, amerase, Candice, coconuttrey (Go Cole!!), Aphrodite, cally, RyanGosling4ever, school kids (no, I don't think the cat's dead yet), CronoCat, and Hazard (imagine Rogue waving pompoms!). Thank you so much, you guys have no idea how much your reviews mean to me. *wipes tear*
To snoOza: Are you still on ff.net? and did you find someone to watch hpcoS with? :) Got a little inspiration from bjd. Go James Marsden! *swoons*
Note to all COMPAQ users: Where does the blue wire go????
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. Sigh.
Entry 23
The search party didn't turn out very well. I was given the Professor's permission to search the Institute, but was banned from some of the rooms (His room, Logan's, Ororo's, and some of the more private ones). What is the point in that, I tell you? Pepper could very well be lost in Logan's cupboard for all I know.
I managed to get a very disgruntled Rogue to come search for Pepper with me before I went for counseling. I guessed that she was still grumpy over the phasing-into-the-bathroom-while-Remy-was-showering incident, so I made it a point to keep him out of the conversation. We actually searched the Institute for two whole hours before giving up. When we were on our way back to our room, I happened to hear some very strange noises coming from Logan's room. It kind of sounded like Logan was practicing scratching his claws against the door. But hey, he's deranged, and I can handle that.
Counseling was as horrible as I expected. Of course, I doubted that it would have been so horrible if Logan hadn't told the woman that I had a severe mental problem and was obsessed with entering bathrooms without knocking first. She must have regarded me as some sort of psycho or something. And this was just the getting to know you session, meaning that this ten minute discussion is supposed to get a lot longer next week.
She introduced herself as Dr. Winslow and peered at me through her thick glasses. I wondered if she knew that that gesture was more than a little intimidating. Thankfully, she gave me a tape recording after our "discussion", so I could use it for supposed future reference. Transcript is as follows:
DR: Good afternoon, Katherine.
ME: Hi.
DR: How're you feeling today?
ME: Fine.
DR: *shuffling papers* Mr. Logan tells me that you have several. . . issues. Would you like to discuss them with me?
ME: Uh... do I have a choice?
DR: No, not really.
ME: Oh.
DR: [In a more businesslike tone] To date, it seems that you have issues with drugs, alcohol, and denial.
[awkward silence ensues]
ME: WHAT??
DR: In other words, I feel that you should be going under intensive counseling. To help sort out your problems. That's what we do here. We help juvenile delinquents back onto the right path.
ME: [going slightly hysterical] I don't have issues! I don't take drugs! I don't consume alcohol! [pause] And I'm most certainly NOT in denial!
DR: Right.
ME: I'm not a delinquent! I'm a straight-A student! I make great apple strudel! [under breath] All the better to poison you with.
DR: [In a concerned tone] Is there anyone you feel that you can discuss your problems with at the Institute? Anyone at all?
ME: Uh... Well, to start off, I find good fun in conversing with my all time best friend, Jean Grey. An absolute inspiration, she is.
DR: That's wonderful. I can tell you two really get along. Have you approached her with any of your problems so far?
ME: [sound of choked laughter] Of course. We, uh, always talk about our hair and stuff. How could we not?
DR: I mean more serious issues, like alcoholism.
ME: Well, we make it a point to share the illegal drinks she stashes in her closet in the dark of the night so no one will find out. She's the one to thank for introducing me to vodka.
DR: [in a faint voice] Really?
ME: [relishing in the moment] Yup. My bestest best friend in the world, I tell you. She's always so direct in her upbringing.
DR: Thank you for sharing that bit of information with me.
ME: You're welcome.
DR: However, I do feel that -
ME: [interrupting] Can I have a sweet?
DR: Beg pardon?
ME: Can. I. Have. A. Sweet?
DR: [sounding slightly put out] I don't have any.
ME: How could you not? EVERY doctor gives out sweets. Especially the nice ones.
DR: Normally, most teenage delinquents don't go for sweets very much.
ME: Oh.
DR: Can we return to your issues? We have a lot to cover.
ME: [sighing] Sure.
DR: It is to my knowledge that you have experienced a rather. . . unfortunately timed encounter with another member in the Institute you reside in. Would you care to tell me more about that?
ME: No.
DR: [prodding] Are you sure?
ME: Quite.
DR: I understand if you find it hard to talk about it, due to the mental scars you may have incurred through it. To let you know, if you ever need to talk about it, I'm all ears.
ME: [snorting] Okay. I'm sure that'll happen.
DR: [totally unable to pick up on sarcasm] And if you ever need to discuss your problems, I'll always be here. In fact, I think you'll feel a lot better if you just open up and let yourself understand and learn more about your good points, as well as the bad. That's what counseling is for. It's to help people like you face your problems and solve them. As a counselor, I feel that it is my duty to help you through this apparent phase you are going through. Now have you realized that there will always be someone here to guide you along?
ME: Who're you talking about again?
This is when she gives me this obviously forced smile, and literally boots me out of the room. And it was only then when I realized that Jean was probably going to have to go for counseling too, which made me happy. Or not, so when I imagined the huge fit she was going to throw at me. Either way.
There was total silence in the backseat as Logan drove Remy and me home. The guy was scowling so hard, I thought his face was going to fall off (Remy, not Logan). Logan kept smiling in his usual sardonic way, chuckling to himself in the driver's seat. Could the guy be any more evil? I think not!
Anyway, I better be going. Dinner's about to start, and I can't wait to see the look on Jean's face when Logan pops the good news on her. And... oh, wait. If I got a tape for the stupid counseling discussion, then it must mean that Remy has one too, which means...
Life is good.
[A/n: How was it? Not too boring? My inspiration is coming back at a snail's pace. Will upload chpt 24 as soon as I come back from my nice holiday. Sayonara! (As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Or was it? *confused look* But I'm technically not there yet... so nvm.) Please review!]
To my great reviewers: todd fan, Red Witch, KaYuTa, Lady MR, InterNutter (haha... the "forced vasectomy" part was cute! lol!), evolutionary spider, Dr. Lauryl, Cassie-bear01, amerase, Candice, coconuttrey (Go Cole!!), Aphrodite, cally, RyanGosling4ever, school kids (no, I don't think the cat's dead yet), CronoCat, and Hazard (imagine Rogue waving pompoms!). Thank you so much, you guys have no idea how much your reviews mean to me. *wipes tear*
To snoOza: Are you still on ff.net? and did you find someone to watch hpcoS with? :) Got a little inspiration from bjd. Go James Marsden! *swoons*
Note to all COMPAQ users: Where does the blue wire go????
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. Sigh.
Entry 23
The search party didn't turn out very well. I was given the Professor's permission to search the Institute, but was banned from some of the rooms (His room, Logan's, Ororo's, and some of the more private ones). What is the point in that, I tell you? Pepper could very well be lost in Logan's cupboard for all I know.
I managed to get a very disgruntled Rogue to come search for Pepper with me before I went for counseling. I guessed that she was still grumpy over the phasing-into-the-bathroom-while-Remy-was-showering incident, so I made it a point to keep him out of the conversation. We actually searched the Institute for two whole hours before giving up. When we were on our way back to our room, I happened to hear some very strange noises coming from Logan's room. It kind of sounded like Logan was practicing scratching his claws against the door. But hey, he's deranged, and I can handle that.
Counseling was as horrible as I expected. Of course, I doubted that it would have been so horrible if Logan hadn't told the woman that I had a severe mental problem and was obsessed with entering bathrooms without knocking first. She must have regarded me as some sort of psycho or something. And this was just the getting to know you session, meaning that this ten minute discussion is supposed to get a lot longer next week.
She introduced herself as Dr. Winslow and peered at me through her thick glasses. I wondered if she knew that that gesture was more than a little intimidating. Thankfully, she gave me a tape recording after our "discussion", so I could use it for supposed future reference. Transcript is as follows:
DR: Good afternoon, Katherine.
ME: Hi.
DR: How're you feeling today?
ME: Fine.
DR: *shuffling papers* Mr. Logan tells me that you have several. . . issues. Would you like to discuss them with me?
ME: Uh... do I have a choice?
DR: No, not really.
ME: Oh.
DR: [In a more businesslike tone] To date, it seems that you have issues with drugs, alcohol, and denial.
[awkward silence ensues]
ME: WHAT??
DR: In other words, I feel that you should be going under intensive counseling. To help sort out your problems. That's what we do here. We help juvenile delinquents back onto the right path.
ME: [going slightly hysterical] I don't have issues! I don't take drugs! I don't consume alcohol! [pause] And I'm most certainly NOT in denial!
DR: Right.
ME: I'm not a delinquent! I'm a straight-A student! I make great apple strudel! [under breath] All the better to poison you with.
DR: [In a concerned tone] Is there anyone you feel that you can discuss your problems with at the Institute? Anyone at all?
ME: Uh... Well, to start off, I find good fun in conversing with my all time best friend, Jean Grey. An absolute inspiration, she is.
DR: That's wonderful. I can tell you two really get along. Have you approached her with any of your problems so far?
ME: [sound of choked laughter] Of course. We, uh, always talk about our hair and stuff. How could we not?
DR: I mean more serious issues, like alcoholism.
ME: Well, we make it a point to share the illegal drinks she stashes in her closet in the dark of the night so no one will find out. She's the one to thank for introducing me to vodka.
DR: [in a faint voice] Really?
ME: [relishing in the moment] Yup. My bestest best friend in the world, I tell you. She's always so direct in her upbringing.
DR: Thank you for sharing that bit of information with me.
ME: You're welcome.
DR: However, I do feel that -
ME: [interrupting] Can I have a sweet?
DR: Beg pardon?
ME: Can. I. Have. A. Sweet?
DR: [sounding slightly put out] I don't have any.
ME: How could you not? EVERY doctor gives out sweets. Especially the nice ones.
DR: Normally, most teenage delinquents don't go for sweets very much.
ME: Oh.
DR: Can we return to your issues? We have a lot to cover.
ME: [sighing] Sure.
DR: It is to my knowledge that you have experienced a rather. . . unfortunately timed encounter with another member in the Institute you reside in. Would you care to tell me more about that?
ME: No.
DR: [prodding] Are you sure?
ME: Quite.
DR: I understand if you find it hard to talk about it, due to the mental scars you may have incurred through it. To let you know, if you ever need to talk about it, I'm all ears.
ME: [snorting] Okay. I'm sure that'll happen.
DR: [totally unable to pick up on sarcasm] And if you ever need to discuss your problems, I'll always be here. In fact, I think you'll feel a lot better if you just open up and let yourself understand and learn more about your good points, as well as the bad. That's what counseling is for. It's to help people like you face your problems and solve them. As a counselor, I feel that it is my duty to help you through this apparent phase you are going through. Now have you realized that there will always be someone here to guide you along?
ME: Who're you talking about again?
This is when she gives me this obviously forced smile, and literally boots me out of the room. And it was only then when I realized that Jean was probably going to have to go for counseling too, which made me happy. Or not, so when I imagined the huge fit she was going to throw at me. Either way.
There was total silence in the backseat as Logan drove Remy and me home. The guy was scowling so hard, I thought his face was going to fall off (Remy, not Logan). Logan kept smiling in his usual sardonic way, chuckling to himself in the driver's seat. Could the guy be any more evil? I think not!
Anyway, I better be going. Dinner's about to start, and I can't wait to see the look on Jean's face when Logan pops the good news on her. And... oh, wait. If I got a tape for the stupid counseling discussion, then it must mean that Remy has one too, which means...
Life is good.
[A/n: How was it? Not too boring? My inspiration is coming back at a snail's pace. Will upload chpt 24 as soon as I come back from my nice holiday. Sayonara! (As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Or was it? *confused look* But I'm technically not there yet... so nvm.) Please review!]