UGH.

THE STYLIST HAS RUINED MY HAIR.

I AM NEVER GOING TO THAT SALON AGAIN.

I should sue this is so awful.

Why is there a hole shaped suspiciously like a person in the door of my Creative Writing classroom?

This has to be a prank, because there is absolutely no way someone is physically capable of making a shape in something much more solid than flesh.

What I want to know is why I was uninvolved in this.

Well this is new.

Cute. More reasons for the computer nerds to never seek the light of day~

Okay, like.

Is it just me, or did totally no one notice that in Peter Pan, Peter is a kid.

And I'm a fairy.

Wouldn't work out, babes.

Plus, just because I'm a flirt doesn't mean I'm into jailbait.

....Well. Made it out of Guadosalam and finally found my journal.

Where to now, however is still up in the air. Shuin? Any ideas?

Shuin?

Where are you?

Everyone else, I apologize for not writing in this thing. I've been helping Nooj and Tromell with trying to figure out what's going on with the Farplane. Well, I think we've got it about figured out.

I'm not going to be much more use here, however.

We've arrived in Guadosalam, and had a chance to speak with Nooj and Tromell. They've informed us that they may be slowly making progress in figuring out how to fix the hole, but at this point in time it would appear that they need to....seal it. Or something ( Read more... )

Yuna.

Don't worry about Shuin and I. We're going to find our way to Guadosalam. I believe we'll be of more use there than on your airship.

We'll see you when you get there.

And Shuin, don't even bother arguing against this. I've made up my mind.

My heart is beating. I'm alive.

This would be weird if I wasn't feeling a little.. relieved. Although I don't think this is entirely natural.

...Nor is it normal for me to be in the apartment I owned in life. Shuin? Where are you? Am I dreaming?

...Well. It would seem that I'm never going to get a proper eternal rest.