So I'm supposed to be using this journal to express myself and communicate with the rest of the people at the school. The Professor tells me communication's important, and I suppose that it's one of those things that you aren't graded on but it's a test anyway. Fine then.
Apparently everyone here 'does' something. I make stuff. I imagine it in my head, I see it, I make it. If you want some big reason beyond that, just accept that I'm a genius, and leave it at that. Child prodigy, whatever. So that's what I do. Are we "communicating" yet?
Go ahead and stare at the leg when I walk by you in the halls. I know you're going to, and it doesn't bother me. Been used to it for about a year now. Check out the hand, they're a matching set. I don't need your help going up the stairs or opening a door.
Everyone tells me I'm going to like it here, and I'm going to make a lot of new friends. That would be odd, seeing as I'm not certain that I had any old friends, and I'm not sure I'd miss them if I had any. So if I don't run over to shake hands like we're best buddies when you walk into a room, it's not your fault. Unless it is.
This system's set up to buzz me with an email when someone replies to these entries. How quaint. Well, I suppose if this is what passes for communication, it shouldn't be too hard.
EDIT: Yes, Kyle. I've already met you. I can hear you typing like a woodpecker from here.
Apparently everyone here 'does' something. I make stuff. I imagine it in my head, I see it, I make it. If you want some big reason beyond that, just accept that I'm a genius, and leave it at that. Child prodigy, whatever. So that's what I do. Are we "communicating" yet?
Go ahead and stare at the leg when I walk by you in the halls. I know you're going to, and it doesn't bother me. Been used to it for about a year now. Check out the hand, they're a matching set. I don't need your help going up the stairs or opening a door.
Everyone tells me I'm going to like it here, and I'm going to make a lot of new friends. That would be odd, seeing as I'm not certain that I had any old friends, and I'm not sure I'd miss them if I had any. So if I don't run over to shake hands like we're best buddies when you walk into a room, it's not your fault. Unless it is.
This system's set up to buzz me with an email when someone replies to these entries. How quaint. Well, I suppose if this is what passes for communication, it shouldn't be too hard.
EDIT: Yes, Kyle. I've already met you. I can hear you typing like a woodpecker from here.
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Date: 2004-10-30 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 04:25 am (UTC)Of course, if I don't have shoes, it's only fair you don't either. Have fun searching!
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Date: 2004-10-30 04:32 am (UTC)a) no warning
b) no actual reason beyond revenge
But you're only further proving my petty idea, so go ahead. The kids and I will play, "Find Paige's Shoes!" in the morning after cartoons and cereal. I'd ask you to join us but you'd have an unfair advantage.
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Date: 2004-10-30 04:38 am (UTC)a) I have one pair of shoes. (If you count the sandals and the ballet flats, three. However.)
b) Aquiring new shoes means either stealing or humbling myself significantly. In the event of humbling myself, it means shopping.
c) You've just put oatmeal in that one pair of shoes and haven't answered whether or not oatmeal ruins shoes.
d) Petty does not even begin to describe how I feel.
I'll give you a hint to start your treasure hunt.
The hint is:
Madagascar.
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Date: 2004-10-30 04:43 am (UTC)Get my shoes back. Now.
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Date: 2004-10-30 04:50 am (UTC)I'm considering the shoe situation. I'll let you know. At the moment, I'm too busy being someone who has obviously done no work in her entire life to really care that much.
This is my cold fury voice...
Date: 2004-10-30 05:04 am (UTC)Have I made myself perfectly clear?
Re: This is my cold fury voice...
Date: 2004-10-30 05:10 am (UTC)Did you actually think I'd taken your shoes to Madagascar? I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it's not worth my effort.
I may have a broken arm, but I could still kick your arse in about a hundred different ways without breaking a sweat. Is that clear enough for you?
Re: This is my cold fury voice...
Date: 2004-10-30 05:14 am (UTC)Or back in the medlab, in some people's cases.
Can both of you decide in the privacy of your own heads that you are each, in fact, the bigger person, and have no time for silly arguments with that petty blonde bitch when there are things on TV?
Re: This is my cold fury voice...
Date: 2004-10-30 02:11 pm (UTC)The boots are from home. I've had them for five years. They were from my family. They were a gift from when my father wasn't dead. I am sorry for being overprotective of a pair of ratty old boots. My apologies.
There will be a new pair of shoes by Illyana's door by this evening. I had them rushed. Less soggy, I hope.
There will be no more oatmeal. My hypocritical ways have been shown; how can I get angry over people screaming at each other for weeks on end when I cling to a pair of boots from a dead man?
Re: This is my cold fury voice...
Date: 2004-10-30 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 04:53 am (UTC)And if 'Yana decides not to get your shoes back, I'll chip in to replace them.
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Date: 2004-10-30 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 05:05 am (UTC)And hey, the last time there was a spat over boyfriends property damage and broken bones were involved, so maybe the bar's set a little higher around here, I dunno.
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Date: 2004-10-30 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 05:43 am (UTC)'Yana, we've discussed the whole 'I can drive thing' right? Cause you know you don't have to 'humble yourself' to get someone to take you shopping. I like shopping. I like you. I even like shoes. Quid pro quo...
And now I have a headache.
I just kind of give up.
Date: 2004-10-30 05:52 am (UTC)Re: I just kind of give up.
Date: 2004-10-30 05:55 am (UTC)