I'm not so sure about how serious to take this. I don't feel ill, at any rate, and some kid could just have a sick sense of humor. Or maybe we're poisoned with dishwasher soap. It's probably not as deadly as it sounded.

Whatever. Either way, there's something going on, and I'm going into the clock tower. It's worth checking out, if nothing else. Maybe the person that made the announcement is there, because real or not, kicking that dude in the teeth sounds like a good idea.

[Private to Parakarry, Watt, and Peach]
...I don't know if any of you ate anything, but if I see anything there I think is good, I'll grab some for you guys, if it'll make you feel better.
[/Private]

It's done. That was the worst. It's nice to be back in my room now, and in one of my regular forms, sure. But seriously, what the heck, school. At least space out the weird stuff a bit more.

I'm gonna go home for a bit just to get away; I need to ask for some help on that assignment thing, anyway. I've got it planned out, anyway. Just need to get some supplies before I rush off into fortresses.

cannnot get into room.. thgis sucks. at least laoptop was with me.

ok. as soooon as this is over, im going to mushroom mkingdom to fiknd that thing for sssignment. i need to get outta here for a while.

*And then, right after this, video feed. Enjoy your tiny, fuzzy animal staring at the camera. Then he attempts to speak; the unaffected hear some kind of whimpery-barking type noise.*



So. Now what?

Stitches feel too uncomfortable. I want to pull them all out, but that would make things ten times worse. Actually getting them kind of hurt, but that was just temporary. Now it's not pain, but it feels like they really shouldn't be there. I think it'll be about a week more until I get them out.

It needs to be soon. I have plans to go home and see if I can convince a Dry Bones or something to show up for myth class. I suppose it'd be easier if I could find one in the city, but I don't know where to look first.

...I think I said some stupid stuff the other day. I'm sorry.

((spoilers I'm not sure if he'd even get those stitches. I'll edit later if it turns out he doesn't.))

Well. Crap.

Okay, so I called home yesterday. It was awkward, but at least Goombaria answered first and didn't want to spite me, so she gave it directly to Dad. We chatted for a bit, I wished him a happy father's day and told him I came back here and already reenrolled...then Mom took the phone.

Long story short, I am in so much trouble the next time I go home for holidays and I will probably be under some kind of mother-imposed house arrest when I visit. Everyone was happy that I'm back in school and that I called, but still.

But at least she didn't threaten to murder me!

I'm getting back into the groove bit by bit, anyway. I forgot how loud it could be here at times.

*As soon as a certain someone got his computer, he didn't even bother going to see his room or his schedule, although he has the keys and said schedule with him. He just plopped down at a cafeteria table, borrowed some pen and paper, and started looking at certain past entries for info on camera usage.*

*The video starts. A young boy is holding up the paper, having written down "Look who's come back." He grins, before finally speaking.*

I think I need to get reacquainted with people now. For everyone who doesn't know me from a couple years back, I'm Goombario. For everyone who does know me, s'up?

*For a moment, he taps next to the camera lens on the laptop.* But, hey these things are really nifty. A lot cooler than the computer I had!

( Reapp WIP )

Gonna bail out for a while. See, Toad Town Dojo's Master is going to go to the Beanbean Kingdom for a while to train, and he's taking people who wanna train under him . Most of them are his students at the dojo, but he invited some other people whom he thinks has potential. Guess who's going with him?

I don't think I'd get a chance like this ever again, ya know! My parents are still arguing whether I should do this, so I kind of hope my mom doesn't hunt me down when she finds out I'm leaving anyway.

I'll be back once it's done, so no worries! I'll just probably be totally unrecognizable because I'll be so ripped! At least, I better be. And then maybe I won't fail so badly next time I run for a council position.

This is assuming you aren't going for a clean slate with Goombario, of course.

( Relationship info... )

Let me know if I forgot someone. I'll work on IC posts later.