HIIIIII EVERYBODY! *jumps up and down and waves* It's me, @*Atlantica*!!!!!! I'm stuck in my sister Pacifica's artifical body because of a body swap potion @Nobody made! Sooooo... that's cool!!! Eralonia (Scilph's kitty) was making an antidote yesterday but she dropped her journal into the cauldron! And then Nobody (who's in a kitty body now) saw some sprinkles in the mixture and tried to jump in to drink them! Long story short, the room was a mess and it was too late to restart the potion. So we all went to our classes today in the wrong bodies! Yaaaaaaaaaay!

Stairs are really mean when you have semi-functional joints! I don't know how Paci walks around all day like this! I'm so stiff and... and heavy.... oh, and I may have lost her left arm! I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere though... *laughs nervously* Lucky for my sis and I, we have pretty similar schedules! Only instead of Dealing With Grief, she has some weird class where they go into the Self-Aware Library (S-AL) and study whatever random tomes it throws at them! It was super fun! I think I confused S-AL though, because at first it gave me these super duper depressing books! The Largest Graveyards of North America, A History of Lab Rat Tragedies, I Got 99 Realities and Only One is Fun... talk about downers! Then S-AL shot some books titled The Body Snatcher Series, but eventually it calmed down and sent me Cookie Recipes Not for the Faint of Heart! S-AL is such a cool building!!!!!!

Unfortunately, the others aren't fairing so well! Eralonia (who's in Scilph's body) isn't really used to taking orders from teachers, and last time I saw her she was debating with Big Jim in the halls! Big Jim is really buff, I wonder what kind of yoga classes he takes?!?! Nobody is in her pet cat's body, and she's been walking into walls and falling downstairs in a daze! Sprinkle addictions are serious people, it turns you into drunk cats!!!!!! Oh, and poor Scilph is in Nobody's body! She pops in and out of view every ten seconds now, it's like she's in her own private old timey movie! OMG! SCILPH IS A MOVIE STAR!!!! ("No, she's really not. Now would you please stop flailing your -- er, my arms around? You'll lose the right one too at this rate." It's okay Paci, I'm going to your new friend Don's after my last class to have your body all fixed up! Arms and all, and I'm paying! You're welcome!!! "What?!? No no no no no! You can't go to Don like that! He'll think you're ME!" Sorry Pacifica! I have to go to your Luck Lacing class now! Byeeeee! "GET BACK HERE ATTIE YOU ARE NOT EMBARASSING ME IN FRONT OF DON! ATLANTICA SHANG-GING YOU BETTER STO--oh no, is this journal still recording?")

Tomorrow Atlantica returns to my room. It's surprising, especially to me, but I really can't wait for her to come back. I just hope she hasn't realized how socially inept and mean and boring I am and decided to ditch me for fancy, fun, socialite Mattie. Seriously, how do you do it @Matching by Mattie?!? I can't sit on buses for too long because I get annoyed with people, how do you stand to run a business centered around other people's annoying little love inconveniences? *sigh* That's why I need Attie back. She pulls me out of my metaphorical shell. And she distracts me from the saddness of the world, ya know? Anytime I start my downwards spiral, she pops in and throws cupcakes at me. Literally. It's hard to be sad with sprinkles and frosting on your face. Not because it's pleasent, but because it's enraging and then we have a fun/vengeful food fight. *sigh* Without Attie, I'm just a sad, sad robot addicted to tales of woe.

Which is why I baked cupcakes! Or... tried too. @Scilph (amonv other things anime-related) suggested I try to do something to say sorry so... pink cupcakes it is. I think I used the wrong baking soda. Or baking powder? Either way, these cupcakes look more like malformed flat cookies. This is why I don't bake. I thought maybe my temp. roommate Nobody could spare some special sprinkles to make these less lame though. I'm actually right by where her potion project room was right now to ask her if she could help me out. To tell you the truth, I'm also stopping by to make sure she's okay. She left our dorm to start this project forever ago and I haven't seen her since. Hopefully she's alright and all.

*opens door to Nobody's work room*

("Ah! Stop! Don't come in, this room is toxic!" Scilph? Why do you sound like Eralonia the anthropomorphic cat? "Nobody's potion was incorrectly made, and has resulted in a body-switching gas. Everyone's in the wrong body, it's terribly confusing and dizzy. You really should leave Pacifica, if somebody else stumbled in you'd be caught in this mess too." Oh, ok. Let me know if I can he--)

*Atlantica appears in the hall* ("PACI I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" Attie, stay back! Don't hug-tackle me--)

*crashing sounds*

*chaos ensues*

[DEVICE HAS SUFFERED INJURY, SHUTTING DOWN TO PRESERVE MEMORY DRIVES. POSTING LAST ENTRY. SHUTTING DOWN.]

Did you guys know just how terrible life is? How terrible humanity is? It's all here on the internet! Genocides... Terrorism... Fast Food Franchises... all sorts of horrible atrocities. How can we stand to look ourselves in the mirror? And don't think that us psychics are any different. Look at all these things we've done: The Tarot Scandals of 1903, Crystal Ball Calamity, Fox Children Milita, and of course the International Mind Wipe of 2006. Don't remember it? Good. You're better off that way.

I've really been making the most of these days free from babysitting Atlantica. This Sunday Nobody and Atlantica switch back, so I've got to enjoy this while it lasts! I sleep in. I meditate. I read for hours on end without looking up from my books. I watch all sorts of depressing documentaries I usually can't play because Attie will flip out. It's a hermit's paradise here! And since @Nobody went off to make some potion and took her pets with her, I'm all alone. I haven't left this dorm room for DAYS. Sure, I missed a few classes, but I'll just tell my teachers that I was supposed to be signed up to start attending class on Monday. I know it's lying but... humans are so terrible and selfish, what's one more lie? There's so much negative energy in the world, so many heinous thoughts in the air. The world is evil, and there's no escaping it. It's all documented right here- *scrolls through webpage* -for us to read, but there's nothing we can do to rectify any of it. Nothing.

*sound of thunder*

*sigh* I may be a little bit depressed. More so than usually at least. Nobody has been a blast to bunk with-- you should've seen how intense out Battle Ship games got --but ever since classes started this dorm room has felt so... empty. *thunder* Without anybody around and S-AL still under renovations, I've had nothing to do after school hours but websurf. I don't know why, but all these tragic stories online call out to me. *thunder* I'd say it's my bad luck powers acting up, but they haven't been present at all since yesterday. Nobody's been through here a couple times, but I've been ignoring everyone. All I do is read page after page of historical websites. Usually I hate social interactions, but for once I'm craving them. I don't know why I don't have the gall to pull myself from the sad past and head outside into the sunshine. *thunder* What I'm trying to say is... I... I guess... *thunder* I guess I really miss my sister. *thunder* *heavy resigned sigh*

Back in class and back on track this week. Some space between me and @*Atlantica* has been great. My nerves are no longer frayed, my thoughts are rarely interrupted, I sleep like a baby, our neighbors don't hate us so much... it's lovely! @Nobody is a great roommate. She's invisible half the time she's here, it's practically like living in a dorm by myself (and with a colorful cat, a rambunctious dragon, and floating objects when invisible Nobody is... invisible). If I'm being honest here, I don't like animals and they don't like me. But Nobody has tried to talk to them and her pets have mostly left me alone. Claudette and I had a small disagreement over whether or not my school textbooks should be burnt into cinders, but other than that it's been peaceful. I've finished my essay on the Principals of Magic Eight Balls three days ahead of schedule! Never have I been more efficient! (Alright, alright, being a cyborg also makes my homework easier. I type faster than a veteran secretary of the 1940's and do math equations quicker than calculators... and all this goes on in my head!) Best of all, without you-know-who stress is something I rarely experience anymore. My control over my bad-luck influence has progressed in surprisingly sudden increments. And when I do let out some misfortune, it's very small. It's wonderful to be free of that burden for a little bit. I'll miss this arrangement when it's over and Nobody is replaced with Somebody. I'll even miss the constant stench of dye/makeup remover that thickens the air when Nobody tries to cleanse Claude of his fur affliction.

It is such an odd feeling being away from Atlantica. We were parasitic twins since birth... and even when we were split into two separate people last spring (well, more like I left Atlantica's body and became a cyborg) we were still together. Even when Atlantica came to school here before I did, I was at home unconscious and delirious. I wasn't processing that I was alone. To be separate from her is so... weird. There's this weight around me where her soul should be, and it isn't there. It's like constantly being light-headed in your entire body. How liberating! Not to mention, I can go wherever I want without apologizing and picking up Attie's messes. Maybe I'll request full separation from my sister while at Psyhigh. I'm sure Tulka at Admissions could arrange it. What can I accomplish without my metaphorical millstone hanging at my neck?!?

Okay, so I was wrong. Atlantica was not using my manicure set last night. It was a pixie. Yes, after all the hassle we had with the pixie tribe, my sister still insisted on keeping five in our room as pets. She really is delusional.

Not to worry, I knew the right banishments to get the little glowing twerps out of here. Gosh I hate pixies. They're like every evil thought you've ever had condensed into a tiny sun and given sentience. It's a good thing they're so small, if they were any bigger the banishment wouldn't have been able to suppress their raw malice. Unfortunately, I don't have a banishment for annoying twin sisters. @Nobody, I would love to do a swap. Just for this week, I need to focus on memorizing my schedule and such. Classes resume any day now you know... and I don't want to be kept up by Atlantica jumping up and down on the bed in excitement. She holds the world record for bed jumping; four hours straight. After a while her knees start to make concerning sounds and the bed returns its own groans of protest. It sounds like two whales awkwardly having a conversation about the weather, and it's impossible to sleep through. ("You're just jealous of my special talent!" No, I'm really not. I'm jealous of how you never need sleep for some reason. "Oh, that? The DARCC pill messed with my head!!" Attie, your head was already messed up. Now go away, I'm trying to organize something.)

If you're sure about this swap thing Nobody, just bring your stuff to our dorm room today around 7. I think we're still in dorm 2332, but the numbers in our hallway were changed to the Plutonian number system so it's hard to tell. Just look for the door that's covered in smiley face stickers and glitter. ("I decorated it myself!" Yeah, I think everybody figured that out Attie.) I'll try to clear Attie out of here by dinner time. There will be tears though, so don't be alarmed if huge wails are heard from our room.

This is so annoying. I can't believe this. Seriously, what the heck? Why is @*Atlantica* using my manicure set?!? I need those tools to get little bits or dirt and grit from between delicate wiring and narrow indents of my exoskeleton, and she's in our bathroom dredging pixie dust and who knows what else from beneath her finger nails! That is so gross. Those are mine, doesn't she see how they're in a special little case just for me? Doesn't she see the little note on the inside from Don, the cute tech whiz? Doesn't she know I can HEAR HER USING MY THINGS?

It's so late at night, it's early. Why is she even doing this now? Can't she go to bed like a normal person? Oh dang, she just started cutting her nails. Those clippers are so LOUD. I can't sleep -- or even put the robot systems to sleep mode -- with all this noise! And at this point I'm so mad I'll probably never get back to sleep tonight. Did you know that it's almost impossible to go to sleep angry? Because it is. And I'm tired, but I'm also seething. Am I the crazy one? I don't feel like I'm being over-possessive or over-sensitive. Maybe I'm the weird one for freaking out so much. My gosh, she is driving me nuts. Click. Click. ... Click. Just cut your nails in the morning when nobody is trying to sleep! How many nails does she have anyways? Did... did she start using my manicure set on her toenails?!? Ew ew ew ew ew ew!! That is so gross! I'm going to have to sterilize all of those tools now! Gah, this is giving me the creeps... I'm never getting back to sleep.

My gosh she is aggravating!!! Does anybody want to swap roommates? Just for a couple days? I don't care how bad your roomate is, I'll take her! I just can't stand Atlantica's antics for one more night!!!

Oh. My. Gosh. I let @Atlantica stay here alone for a few days and what does she do? Release an angry, vengeful mob of pixies on the entire student body!! *face palm* Why... just why....

No time to focus on complaining though. I'll have plenty of time to do that later. Right now, we need a survival strategy. As you all probably noticed-- *girl runs screaming past with several pixies pulling at her hair* -- the pixie tribe is on a rampage. I went to talk to Mrs. Bherdol, the teacher who helped Atlantica earlier, and she said (while pixies released the Kelpie specimens we were going to dissect next week) that the pixies are just having some revenge for Shatter the Biter's capture, and if we wait this out we should be alright. Until then, I suggest stocking up on lucky charms. Four leaf clovers, rabbit feet, Illuminati symbols, any items from the year 1985... hang them up in your dorm room and the pixie "pranks" will go from dastardly malevolent to mildly annoying. At least, they should. Oh, and I suggest staying away from Atlantica. Her psychic powers allow her influence over good luck. Seeing as pixies pretty much personify bad luck, they despise her. Our dorm room is a complete wreck from their havoc. There's ink and tomato juice EVERYWHERE. Just... don't even ask. I've moved her to a safer location for now, but knowing her she'll escape and get in another luck war with them. *something explodes in another wing of the school* That doesn't sound good.

Well... even with the pixie and ghost infestations, it's nice to be back at school. Next week classes start (I think) so I should probably enjoy this all-day-mayhem while it lasts. And this has given me a good opportunity to meet my professors for this year. We've been working together to try and capture some of the nastier pixies. Times like these make me thankful that I can control bad luck a bit. Once all this is over, I say that everybody should meet up in Cafeteria 3 for some relaxation and ice cream sundaes. I don't know about you, but I'm so tense my left arm gears keep locking up-- *pixies dive-bomb Pacifica* Get away from me you sparkly FREAKS!

This weekend was so relaxing... a few days without monitoring my sister! Thanks @Matching by Mattie, you're a life saver. (I'll... I'll think about talking to you after all these epidemics pass, alright? Stop bugging me.)

I guess I should really stop hovering around Atlantica. She is a sophomore this year, if she can't keep herself from getting into trouble at this age I can't really blame myself, can I? *sigh* I'll try to give her some room to breathe. For both of our sakes. The best part about splitting from her body was supposed to be that I had the freedom to run my own life, not the responsibility to worry over two separate ones. Either way though, I wish that Atlantica would've given Scilph her replacement couch BEFORE the epidemic lockdown. ("Come on Paci, you know you love it!") No, I really don't. Look, it doesn't even fit in our room! How's it supposed to fit in Scilph's? ("...The magical power of believing?") You're impossible. ("Nothing's impossible if you set your mind to it!") You need to stop reading inspirational kitten posters.

I'm glad I got to visit Michael (who likes to go by his middle name, Don, for whatever reason. Guys are weird) before all these illnesses broke out. He really helped me to relax, AND he showed me how to properly oil my joints so I'm less C3-PO and more Terminator. He's practically a genius.... *dopey grin* Um, an-an-anyways, the weird symptoms "The Psych of Mind and Other Realms Unexplored, by Helga Von Lutz" caused are really freaking me out. To think, I shelved about 10 copies of that book! I was this close to going nuts! But... I can't help but wonder what those students read that made them go off the wall... maybe @Randy Carter knows. I could ask him. Or, I could read it myself. I have my copy still hidden under my pillow.... What secrets are hidden behind the non-descript cover? What simple words can leave the reader without comprehendible ones? I really want to find out....

Does anybody know a good psychiatrist? I'm seriously considering sending @*Atlantica* to one.

She escaped our dorm (again) despite Mom's homemade tranquilizers and BROKE INTO SCILPH'S DORM. What the heck?!?!? I blame Mattie, she probably convinced Atlantica to do this. I'm really worried that she's a bad influence on Attie. Actually, right now EVERYTHING is a bad influence on Attie. Any TV shows inspire her to adventure into the world and inevitability get hurt. Any people that visit convince her to go outside and inevitability go somewhere dangerous. And when she looks at me recently, her eye starts twitching. The green one. It really freaks me out.

*sigh* I don't really want to send Atlantica to a shrink. We've had some bad experiences with them. When Attie and I were little, the school guidence counselor was convinced we had multiple personality disorder. They spent weeks trying to convince me that Atlantica wasn't real. And when that didn't work, they tried to convince Atlantica that I wasn't real. It was... a really traumatic time. But until normal, mandatory Psyhigh classes resume and she has a regular schedule of SAFE activities... I just can't handle her by myself. I can't watch her 24/7. *tired sigh* She still hasn't come home. Judging by @Matching by Mattie's last HeadBooks status update they're out shopping for a new chair to replace the one that was broken during their invasion of Scilph and Morris's room. I hope Scilph and Morris know that they are going to recieve the most gaudy, sparkly, obnoxiously happy chair ever. You'd be shocked what Atlantica uncovers with her good luck.

I just don't know how to fix her! Her arm is already starting to bruise terribly. And her hand burns are only getting worse, and she's completely nuts, and--
Wait. Maybe I know somebody who can help. Someone who understands that the world is flawed. Someone who will listen to my worries, and really emphasize. Yes, my good friend Michael the technology whiz can help me! And this is a perfect excuse to visit hi-- er, nevermind.

Oh, and before I leave... @Morris... I- I for... I forgive you. Okay? Happy now? Good. See you all around the school. I'm off to go see Michael! (Hm... maybe I should try and steal some of Mattie's makeup. Does eyeliner work on synthetic faces? *blush*)

These have been some rough past few days. I haven't seen Atlantica in awhile, and as liberating as that feels I know that she's probably gotten into so much trouble by now. My sister could walk straight into H*ll and think it's a giant sauna or something. *sigh* But I can't go back until I deal with a little bug in my system.
[Please dear, I prefer the term "unexpected visitor"]
Yeah, well I prefer people not hacking into my body and opening chatboxes!
[So angry... But at who?]
Shut up. So, yes, don't be alarmed guys. Fortuna has gotten into my system and is trying to convince me that she can help me. But it's nothing I can't handle. I'm pretty stubborn.
[I don't know why you're so against my assistance honey! I understand your plight! I am the one soul who can truely relate to your heartbrea--]
YOU KNOW NOTHING! GET OUT OF HERE!
[Darling! I'm trying to help you! With my kind help, I can rid you of the one who ruined your friendship. I can lift the heavy responsibility of your sister from your shoulders. Anybody who ever aggravates you will be gone in a blink. All you have to do is help me in return.]
I know this is a trick Fortuna. You've never helped anyone in your life I bet.
[Of all people child, YOU should know of my benevolence. When I was still in your dimension, I was renowned for my honesty and generosity, wasn't I? And if you want a more concrete example, look at Morris! How do you think he got that joke of a living body anyways?]
...You. YOU made him turn me off, didn't you?!? You're the reason I can't function anymore! You're the reason I'm--
[Ah ah ah! Don't say that word! Wouldn't want your friends to worry, would you? *delighted laughter*]

I am so sick of her. She's been in my head for way too long. Which is why I'm into town (again, yuck) to see a computer expert. He's supposed to be here...
*sound of two boys talking, one of them the dorky kid who stalked Pacifica* (Dork: See? I got all sorts of photos before they kicked me out! *snotty sniff* Older Brother: I didn't tell you to stalk her! I told you to ask her how her processor works! Dude, you are a terrible assistant.) *Older Brother walks into view*

Oh... my... gosh.... Is that the computer expert? Really? I thought he'd be fatter. And grosser. And less... whoa.

Um... I'm going to go see if he can help me with my hacker problem... talk to you all later... does my hair look alright...?!?