Tuesday! (Two-day)

This Tuesday!

After waking up at nine I sprung out the door and landed on someone walking by. I was moving so fast that I showered without getting wet. I returned to the room, devoured some breakfast and read something that I should have read the previous week (I would have, but I had monsters to fight)

I sprinted to English class (11 o'clock) in a matter of seconds and juggled the professor and a few students for the entire class. After English I was supposed to go to some seminar thing but I skipped it and went to lunch instead, which involved me eating all the food on Earth.

Later I went to Drawing class and I drew everything so perfectly the professor's head exploded all over my shoes. It smelled bad.

Later I glided to Anthropology, where we were due to take a test. I offered her a deal: I wont take the test, and she wont be quartered.

She made the right choice.

Right now I'm sitting alone in my room on the computer. I guess everyone's scared of me...

And so they should be.

Monday! (One-day)

Alright!

I'm going to lead you through an average week in my life as a super-duper college man.

This Monday...

I woke up around seven which was early for me. I threw a dart at my roommate for waking me and went back to sleep. I didn't get up until nine, which still gave me time to shower and shave my extremely long beard that grew during the night, and I barely fit in time for one or two women before my first class at eleven, Art History.

Having learned everything about art (ever) I can usually sleep through that class, but today I jumped around on peoples desks and threw their books around. The teacher yelled at me, so I ate her.

After class we went to lunch at the Van Houten hall. The giant painting of grandma Van Houten welcomed us in and we all kissed it in turn. I remember a story about someone who didn't kiss the painting... horrendous things happened to her. Horrendous.

Anyhoo, while most people I went to lunch with ladled the 'nutritious' meals onto their plates, I pulled screws out of the displays and chewed on those a little. I even put salt on one. I do enjoy flavor.

After getting back to the dorms I finished my art project that I had been too above finishing the previous day. It was pretty boring. I got a phone call from the President; he needed me to tell him the best way to dispose of harpies. Apparently a bunch of them got loose. He asked me if I would do it but he wouldn't accept a price high enough. Silly president.

At three o'clock I saddled up my steed and rode to the hall on the other side of campus. I think I may have trampled someone. Two someones. It was a critique day today in my 2D Design class, and after an hour of praising my project, the teacher got annoyed that no one else was contributing (or as good as I, I don't remember) and he let us go early. (That'll teach us!)

I came back and moped for a while before going to dinner (more screws), and then I went lifting at the gym but they didn't have enough weights.

As of this writing, the Steelers are winning.

I'm At College Now

Well, I have been for two weeks, but I had to make sure that there weren't any undercover operatives here so I could set up my base of operations.

I'm not sure about my roommate though; his tie-dye shirt confounds the mind. I'm sure he's hiding something under all that facial hair. Maybe... secrets?

Not much in the way of danger here, for the most part. I've heard people talking about a ghost on the fifth floor, but I also heard tell of it being on this floor. Sometimes my door rattles at night, and though I cower in my blanket and mutter for it all to go away, I'm actually trying to force it into showing itself so I can get it.

It's been pretty boring around here. Besides stabbing someone who asked for a quarter in the neck with an ebony pencil, I haven't had to do much with my license to kill.

But there are a lot of suspicious people around here...

I'll need to do some more research.

Stick around!