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Farewells. [August 22nd, 2003 @ 5:30PM]
[ mood | calm ]

I'm sorry to do this to a few people, but I'm going to head out on my own. I haven't gotten to meet anyone yet, so perhaps that saves me from writing a book here. I talked it over with Charles earlier and basically my decision is to go seek out whatever the heck I'm supposed to be looking for. Maybe I just need a break from this superhero life. In any case, the X-Men are always welcome to give me a call if the going gets too rough. I'll be in touch.

copycat

The Evening--no wait, afternoon...evening?--SOMETIME After [August 18th, 2003 @ 6:51PM]
[ mood | okay ]

Well, I can't recall much of what happened last night. But between the blanks I think I've got the general idea that the three ladies I woke up with today--

--I've never met before in my life. I do remember a few more graphic parts of the night, and I make it a point to not go there. It's too much of a mess to try and explain how one guy and three girls--

But anyway, I had to pry myself away from these ladies just to get to my clothes. Of course they thought it funny to hide the more important things of my daily attire. That's more or less why it took so long to get back to the institute. Couldn't find my underwear.

Luckily healing factors cancels out hangovers. It would be hard to find underwear if you're busy emptying your stomach.

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Hey... [August 15th, 2003 @ 2:09PM]
[ mood | calm ]

Did I just catch a glimpse of a certain shape shifter past my door?

I've seen a few other familiar faces already, so I can't imagine why it wouldn't be him. Or alteast a him.

My life was so simple without all this cross reality stuff. Man, I need a beer. Speaking of alcohol, Mariko, are we still on for some drunken times amoung beautiful, scantly clad women?

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Well, It's a Start. [August 11th, 2003 @ 7:21PM]
[ mood | drained ]

I really didn't have any intentions of this journaling stuff, but the Professor suggested it to me. He seems to think that by scribbling down my thoughts and the such that I might find more purpose to life than I can conjure right now.

You really couldn't blame me for that. Honest. I'm sure all the X-Men have had a nice share of problems, but I can't help feeling that the world...this world and every other one I've been tossed on has it out for me.

Maybe I'm wrong to think that. Right now though, it's the only conclusion I've got to fall back on. Even if it's a far cry from the truth. Speaking of truth...I'm having some trouble getting used to the stability of remaining in one reality so long. I keep expecting the Tallus--I keep expecting to see her face. But--

They're both gone.

And I'm still here.

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