Kitty's dead.

My roommate is dead, and I didn't even notice for FOUR DAYS. I'm the worst roommate ever. But it was parent's weekend! And people go missing around here all the time! God, I'm even making up excuses for my journal. How fucked up is that ( Read more... )

Logan walked Rogue back to her dorm from the party, his arm possessivly around her waist. Rogue leaned into him slightly, her hair brushing against his shoulder. They didn't really say much, walking in comfortable silence. When they reached the door of the dormitory building, Rogue turned to face him.

( 'You leavin' tonight?' )

So Thursday was the body farm trip. It was disgusting. People rotting away everywhere, in ponds, buried, in graves. And the smell! Oh, it was terrible. I didn't even bother washing my clothes, I just tossed them. It took an hour to get the smell off my skin, and a bottle of lemon juice. Note to self: wash with lemon juice, THEN shave. Ouch ( Read more... )

I think I have a crush on a teacher. I mean, I know I have a crush on a teacher. On Dr. Grissom, actually. Oh I feel so silly. And he was apologizing to me about how he acted on Thursday, with the whole Janet thing, and I felt so silly. Because I wanted to say that I wasn't just trying to help Janet--I mean, I was but, oh damn. I can't even ( Read more... )

Rogue pulls out her paper journal, and starts writing.

So. Janet's not being uber-bitch, she's possessed. By an alien. By an alien with a god complex that makes every man she touches fall in love with her ( Read more... )

So. I kind of broke up with Shane. Not that we were really dating. I don't think. We never really discussed it ( Read more... )

So, I spent a lot of time this weekend thinking about stuff. A lot of stuff. About Logan, Magneto, and the Professor, about my curse mutation, about Sheldon and Cally and what the hell I'm doing here. I don't really want to go into it, but I think I'm going to go to the psycho professor and see if she can help me. I have an odd feeling she'll ( Read more... )