I really like having so many people in this appartement. For a while there where three talks going on in the kitchen at once. Me and elfyabout future rpgs and holiday plans, malicedl and kaneda about... rpg I think and malicedl's voices and the guy from the ceiling about rent, I think.

Tuesday someone emptied tons of glitter high above the city. Many believed it to be snow. How dumb can you be? If it glitters like that, then it's because the sun is shining, which should make one think. Sun shining - Snowing... at once? Please.
Must have cost a leg...

Anyway. Now that the japanese course has officially ended Gilbert from the roof and me kidnapped Yoshioka-sensei at last. She wasn't too unhappy in our dungeon, where I wanted to go in the evenings to get a little entertainment, like any hard working citizen like me has earned to get. And she's educational at the same time! Anyway, she had a point as she told us we still had the exam next week and yes, she had to be there for that and no, I didn't get out of writing that paper for her till tonight. So we let her go again. Bugger.
Well, she'll be back again next week.

Actually I begin to doubt Gilberts stories about where he comes from and all. Nobody but me can see him, and he is rather blue now, isn't he. He told me that I was just privileged to be able to see him, but I don't know... malicedl's voices apparently tell her she's the only one, too. Well I hear them, so they are lying little fuckers. Maybe Gilbert's too.

Today it snowed. Real snow. Diversional tactics. They can't fool me. Tuesday's *snow* was Glitter. Period.

Tomorrow evening Mr. Brighton will lower himself to lounge on my couch again. Damn. Must not forget buying those expensive belgish chocolates he stuffes himself with when he thinks I am not looking.
So perhaps it's a good thing Yoshioka-sensei isn't in the dungeon anymore. Joshua would notice and I think he wouldn't be pleased.

Well done, Fuchs. Paper written, entry written, icecream eaten. No I just have to make this entry private, so nobody will notice my real me and call me crazy again. I hate that. Hypocrites. eliathanis talks to her 'Stietzel'-plant, I just know it. And judging from the noises coming from kaneda's room when she's upset... And just look at elfy! I mean, really. Nobody is that small AND scary in dark hallways at once by nature. You could get a heart attack just by seeing her sitting at her desk in her room. Trust me on that.
And I won't start on all those house guests, voices, imaginary neighbours or guys from the ceiling. Those are nutters by nature anyway.

Really, I sometimes fear we are the last sane person in this city.

P.S.: Damn! Didn't think about that, but just now Gilbert asked me if I knew anyone who could afford that much glitter spread so perfectly over cologne and I thought - Well damn, Mr. Joshua Brighton, nearly had me fooled! Note to self: Ask Josh to do the Tuesday Glitter thing again.