rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress.

Of all the shitty things to look at and go "hey, that's old hat," having your house burned down is a pretty bad one. I don't know why the fuck VILLAIN's pyromaniacs keep ending up at our place since no one in the family has fire-based powers and it loses the irony factor, but whatever. In a week it'll be out of the mainland hotel for me and the male McNamara and it'll be like nothing happened. Back to personal development even though we'd barely recovered from the last wide-scale tragedy when that entire shitshow happened. What can you do?

Anyway, this is advance warning that I'm wondering if skipping town for a little while after graduation is what I should do. Not forever. Maybe a year, two, three. New York is a bigger city than I got to see and there are lots of others. No complaints allowed if you know something a year ahead, and I'll still visit, just all worldly and shit when I do.

How the fuck do you extract information from a vampire?

You lose, you lose. You win, you still lose, because you feel like the biggest fucking asshole to ever grace the planet.

When is the "evil clown" phenomenon going to die already? We get it, it's ironic.

WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH THIS FUCKING SCHOOL

I'm interrupting the Christmas hysteria and impending nervous breakdowns to brag: I harnessed the shit out of some latent skills. Carry on.

Okay, okay, one more thing: Secret Santa has actually turned out totally amazing. So my ego is festive, too.

So all those times I said "I'd sell my soul for random must-have item of the day," was I unintentionally signing myself up? Just wondering. I'm expecting pay day if I did.

Sebastian, baby, was it as good for you as it was for me?

You know when you see someone in a new light? It's like. Yeah.

In the name of equality, where are the streaking guys?

Back to normal as soon as I figure out I can do something awesome. Figures. Amendment to last post: who does sonic blasts?

Day 3. Verdict: I still can't do shit. Fess up, who managed to sneak into Science with 0 skills?

We're reaching zero hour here, and rock it solo I definitely can, but I can't help thinking a full-impact Halloween still involves doubles costumes. Totally late to realize that, right? Anyway.

Men of Neopolis who are still undecided, do any of you have the gravitas to be the Bruce Willis to my Milla Jovovich? That's right. The Fifth Element. Nothing less than 100% costume accuracy is acceptable. I already have my Multipass.

I've had to ditch Witty Banter this term to harness some latent skills. I could have turned down Covert Ops instead, but come on. Rapier wit doesn't grant you field trips. If the class doesn't turn me into James Bond, I'm going to be very let down.

Greetings from Tijuana: location unknown. I mean, it's not like I don't enjoy the gritty urban atmosphere, but I can't get a cell signal worth jack and it's hard to program GPS to find directions to "shitty motel" in the first place. Who knows the name? Any other useful Spanish phrases would be cool too. "Don't kill me," "I don't want your heroin," "where's the tequila, I'm too sober for this shit right now," that kind of stuff.