Author's note: Yep, you guessed it, angst, angst and more angst.
"When Love Burrows into Your Heart and Spreads Like an Infectious Disease"
January 4th, 2004:
Happy Bloody Fucking New Year! Now that that's out of the way, I am starting another journal today. The other one is all full up with my absurd ranting. I suppose it is fitting, it is the start of another semester here at Mutant High. Spring, well technically it still winter, but anyway, the season for renewal and ugh, love. Gah! Anyway, I can't believe I have been here for almost three months already.
Well I spent the day going through my normal routine. Colonial Latin American History with Miss Munroe. I guess she's alright, once ya get past her obsession with pop quizzes. Then there's Geometry with Mr. Summers, I tell yer mate he's a fucking nut case. I'm one to talk huh? The pot calling the fuckin' kettle black. Just the other day the bloke broke down in the middle of class. That scary guy, the art teacher, what's-his-name, Logan, yeah that's it, anyway he had to come pull the guy out of class and Miss Munroe's fuck buddy, er, Kurt or whatever his name is, had to come take over the class. Cyc was a dribbling mess. It was sad yet hilarious all at the same time. We depressed people have to find joy where we can. Anyway, that Bobby fellow said that he was still copping with the death of his fiancé. I mean come on; it's been over a year ago since that Alkali Lake fiasco happened. I'm sure she was a nice gel; she'd want him to go on and stop whining like a fuckin' baby in front of a bunch of teenagers. He should know better; the teasing alone is going to be merciless. I guess it's not that bad here after all. Ha!
Lunch was a total disaster. And no it was not because I can't eat. I have moved beyond that. I don't dream of what double strawberry swirl ice cream used ta taste like any more. Fuck! Anyway that new gel; Paige's her name I think, is really starting to urk me. She's always so nice and wanting to sit next to me all the time. It's strange and quite suspicious. I think she lost a bet or something. Besides why would a decent looking girl like her want to be seen with me? Well, Vash is pretty nice looking and she's seen with me all the time. Well not exactly seen with me being that we spend most of our time together in my room watching the telly. But she is just a friend. Anyway this Paige gel, looked like she was actually on the verge of asking me out today. HA! She got all flustered and even pinker than usual. She kept stuttering and she looked like she was going to pull all of her lovely golden hair out. It's like honey. 'Sigh' Did I just fuckin' sigh?! Anyway, it was really bloody strange.
After psi-therapy with the professor, wait I didn't tell ya about that did I? It's what I came all the way to America for in the first place. The professor's a nice bloke and a hell of a telepath too. He thinks that I have potential. That's more than me ol' man thought. 'Sigh!' But I digress. The professor is trying to train me to control me powers. Yeah, I forgot to mention that too huh, I'm a telepath too. Imagine that. Knew I was a mutant, but a telepath, not a chance. Don't you have to be like some kinda bloody genius? Wonder why he didn't blow up in a semi-mushroom cloud of cosmic psi-energy. I'm digressing again huh? Anyway, he said that one day I might even be able to rebuild my body with me powers. Ah, to be normal again. Then again, I wasn't exactly normal to begin with.
Later that day, I spent an hour staring at my bedroom door waiting for Vash to show up. She stopped teleporting in after she caught me in a pretty compromising position. Hey, I can still do that. 'HE HE'. Did I just 'HE, HE'?! Maybe me ol' man was right about me after all? I know, I know, digressing. Anyway, she always comes and watches Will and Grace with me but she never showed. So then I spent the next hour staring at the staircase that leds to the first floor. I was going to go look for her if I had got up enough nerve. But I just couldn't do it. I only go up if I have to, not even to dinner. It's not like I need to eat anyway. And I certainly wouldn't go up for the polite 'Jono's-in-the-room-so-be-on-your-best- behavior-conversation'. Vash isn't like that; she actually treats me like a normal human being. The only other person like that, 'cept the Professor. She tells me when I'm being a whiny jackass and she even makes me leave the basement for some fresh air every once in a while. Not that I really need it. But it shuts her up so I go anyway. I'm sure she had a good reason, for missing the show. Yeah, like some tall, dark and handsome bloke with a Cajun accent. I swear he might as well throw her down on the floor and fuckin' take it, the way he looks at her. He's all 'Hullo Chere' and she's all 'Fuck off Cajun' but I know better. I am not jealous! Well maybe a little. I mean he does have a whole face and she is my friend. She deserves a whole man. 'Sigh.'
Anyway, I got a lot of homework to do. Fuckin' journal. "But it's very therapeutic Jonothon". 'Sigh.' Same time tomorrow, hey mate?-
"When Love Burrows into Your Heart and Spreads Like an Infectious Disease"
January 4th, 2004:
Happy Bloody Fucking New Year! Now that that's out of the way, I am starting another journal today. The other one is all full up with my absurd ranting. I suppose it is fitting, it is the start of another semester here at Mutant High. Spring, well technically it still winter, but anyway, the season for renewal and ugh, love. Gah! Anyway, I can't believe I have been here for almost three months already.
Well I spent the day going through my normal routine. Colonial Latin American History with Miss Munroe. I guess she's alright, once ya get past her obsession with pop quizzes. Then there's Geometry with Mr. Summers, I tell yer mate he's a fucking nut case. I'm one to talk huh? The pot calling the fuckin' kettle black. Just the other day the bloke broke down in the middle of class. That scary guy, the art teacher, what's-his-name, Logan, yeah that's it, anyway he had to come pull the guy out of class and Miss Munroe's fuck buddy, er, Kurt or whatever his name is, had to come take over the class. Cyc was a dribbling mess. It was sad yet hilarious all at the same time. We depressed people have to find joy where we can. Anyway, that Bobby fellow said that he was still copping with the death of his fiancé. I mean come on; it's been over a year ago since that Alkali Lake fiasco happened. I'm sure she was a nice gel; she'd want him to go on and stop whining like a fuckin' baby in front of a bunch of teenagers. He should know better; the teasing alone is going to be merciless. I guess it's not that bad here after all. Ha!
Lunch was a total disaster. And no it was not because I can't eat. I have moved beyond that. I don't dream of what double strawberry swirl ice cream used ta taste like any more. Fuck! Anyway that new gel; Paige's her name I think, is really starting to urk me. She's always so nice and wanting to sit next to me all the time. It's strange and quite suspicious. I think she lost a bet or something. Besides why would a decent looking girl like her want to be seen with me? Well, Vash is pretty nice looking and she's seen with me all the time. Well not exactly seen with me being that we spend most of our time together in my room watching the telly. But she is just a friend. Anyway this Paige gel, looked like she was actually on the verge of asking me out today. HA! She got all flustered and even pinker than usual. She kept stuttering and she looked like she was going to pull all of her lovely golden hair out. It's like honey. 'Sigh' Did I just fuckin' sigh?! Anyway, it was really bloody strange.
After psi-therapy with the professor, wait I didn't tell ya about that did I? It's what I came all the way to America for in the first place. The professor's a nice bloke and a hell of a telepath too. He thinks that I have potential. That's more than me ol' man thought. 'Sigh!' But I digress. The professor is trying to train me to control me powers. Yeah, I forgot to mention that too huh, I'm a telepath too. Imagine that. Knew I was a mutant, but a telepath, not a chance. Don't you have to be like some kinda bloody genius? Wonder why he didn't blow up in a semi-mushroom cloud of cosmic psi-energy. I'm digressing again huh? Anyway, he said that one day I might even be able to rebuild my body with me powers. Ah, to be normal again. Then again, I wasn't exactly normal to begin with.
Later that day, I spent an hour staring at my bedroom door waiting for Vash to show up. She stopped teleporting in after she caught me in a pretty compromising position. Hey, I can still do that. 'HE HE'. Did I just 'HE, HE'?! Maybe me ol' man was right about me after all? I know, I know, digressing. Anyway, she always comes and watches Will and Grace with me but she never showed. So then I spent the next hour staring at the staircase that leds to the first floor. I was going to go look for her if I had got up enough nerve. But I just couldn't do it. I only go up if I have to, not even to dinner. It's not like I need to eat anyway. And I certainly wouldn't go up for the polite 'Jono's-in-the-room-so-be-on-your-best- behavior-conversation'. Vash isn't like that; she actually treats me like a normal human being. The only other person like that, 'cept the Professor. She tells me when I'm being a whiny jackass and she even makes me leave the basement for some fresh air every once in a while. Not that I really need it. But it shuts her up so I go anyway. I'm sure she had a good reason, for missing the show. Yeah, like some tall, dark and handsome bloke with a Cajun accent. I swear he might as well throw her down on the floor and fuckin' take it, the way he looks at her. He's all 'Hullo Chere' and she's all 'Fuck off Cajun' but I know better. I am not jealous! Well maybe a little. I mean he does have a whole face and she is my friend. She deserves a whole man. 'Sigh.'
Anyway, I got a lot of homework to do. Fuckin' journal. "But it's very therapeutic Jonothon". 'Sigh.' Same time tomorrow, hey mate?-