Oh man. It's already May. Ugh. Where has my life gone? I don't even have training, which is killing me. Aaaah, bored. Pierce has been out, working I guess. My job blows. But it's a job. Part time, three days a week. Then I hang out there once a week when I'm not working. Ugh, I'm so lame. And to think I'll be 19 on the 16th. Jesus. Maybe I'll get another tattoo. I don't know.

I need more hair dye. Anyone know if they have Electric Blue in the pharmacy or at the salon?

I got a job. Woohoo. Now I have money to pay for. . .whatever it is I want. A new MP3 player would be good. Preferably one immune to electrical shock. I need to buy some rubbers plastic utensils. I don't like biting into metal anyway. Not to mention the I get a shock from one to the filling on my back tooth. Fucking Rockslide.

Is it weird of me to say I don't want to leave here? Fucking weird, yeah.

But even if I don't know this guy, Pierce, he's kinda cool. For an old guy. Not to mention he doesn't seem to care that I'm a mutant. I wonder if I could pay to live here. I just hate moving.

Speaking of paying. I NEED a job. Anyone looking for a loyal employee? I'm never late.

For those that care, my gloves have been working great. Thank you, Moira. I really appreciate it. I have managed to take showers without cutting out the power, which is a plus, but using the computer or watching TV is still a problem. I've resorted to reading. God books are so good but annoying at the same time. AND, I can't listen to music. Broke the radio and my CD player that I stole so maybe it's okay.

Reno is gonna kill me for breaking the house.

Freaking song has been stuck in my head all day. I like hard rock and I get crappy 80's music. Ugh. Yesterday it was "Dirty Diana" and today it's whatever they call this one. I should just go lay down and not wake up, it's not like Reno's about to get me. He's MIA. Dunno where the hell he's gone to. Moron. Couldn't even tell me if he's going out or not.

Why the hell am I worrying about him? I don't care. Don't care. Don't.

Better call. Jerk.

I had a horrible dream last night... I don't know where I was, somewhere Western maybe, and I was so relieved that I wasn't wearing my gauntlets. Absolute control, but that's not the point. I left this building onto a bridge that crossed over to the main street, and walked about a quarter of the way (it was a really long damn bridge) and heard whistling behind me. It sounded familiar, so I stopped walking and turned to look back, but no one was there. This is where I asked myself "what the hell" before turning around to continue walking. Lo-and-behold, Reno is standing two feet away from me and I walk into him.

We argue (but it's a daily occurrence and if we didn't I'd be more freaked out about this dream than I was) and we fight. Can't tell you why, but Reno (the bastard) attacks me with his little EMC/boo-stick/whateverthehellhecallsit and then we stop. Just stop, turn, and looked at the doors I just came out of. There's some rumbling, and a big friggen 4x4 truck blasts through the glass with a roar of the engine. Reno swears, I just can't believe this is happening. So we run and our own truck apparently is just halfway across the bridge. I ask Reno if he can drive stick, because that's what it is, and he said no. Great. Good thing I learned never.

I practically dive into the drivers seat, but Reno didn't have time to get to the passengers so he hops into the bed. Look, many a machine gun for him to play with. Goodie.

Suddenly I'm a get-away driver, and apparently we've done something very bad in this dream of mine. Great, now I'm a criminal in both my head and the real world. I like it.

We drive down the only road there is, ranch homes and whatever are on either side and there's no where to turn. The glass to the compartment breaks as the OLD FUCKING LADY chasing us fires her gun. How the hell is an old lady able to drive a truck, fire a riffle, and actually keep chase? Stupid dream. Whatever, we drive through this pavilion suddenly and it's the end of the road. There's just cement tables and chairs (why) and a wall surrounding us. But look, a river. My best friend.

I shout to Reno something about jumping, he swears in his usual fashion before leaping from the back, over the short wall, and into the river. There's then a ticking from inside the dashboard and I wail on the horn in anger before launching myself out the door just as the truck explodes. Screaming (it's hot, I have shards of metal car flying at me, and I'm about to fall into a body of water) I fly through the air. Maybe I can run over the water, I thought, I've done it before. But suddenly I have my gauntlets and I panic, falling into the water with a splash. I think I begged for God not to kill Reno and whatever else was in the water, because electricity and a river is not pleasant.

I guess I had some out-of-body dream experience then, because I no longer was looking through my eyes but watching as I drown. I can swim, but it isn't easy with twenty or so pounds of metal on you arms while you're being electrocuted. Nay. So I'm watching myself sink, I can see under shitty-dirty river water too, because I'm not looking into the water. I'm in it. Both of me. I can't see much, just myself and the remaining bubbles of life leaving me. I died. I just watched myself off-it through drowning. [I'd like to make a note that I haven't gone swimming since I was thirteen because of my "disease" as Norms like to call it.]

As I stand there, watching myself sink to the bottom of a very deep river, I'm wondering where the hell Reno went. I don't care if that old lady is dead or not, because I'm the one dying here. And then out of no where is a splash (did the jerk get out of the water?) and Reno dives in. Saves me, after forcibly removing my gauntlets. I'm both relieved and disturbed that he did this because honestly after wearing those things day after day I feel naked without them. Anyhow, 'doesn't matter. He drags me to the surface and we're on a pier (Reno must be Tarzan to climb all the way up from the water) and I'm still kinda dead.

This is the point where the myth about dying in your dreams means you die in real life is wrong, because I'm obviously still here. Well, thank my hero. I am not going to go into how the frig Reno saved me, because I don't want to remember. Bleagh. You figure it out, but I'm wondering why you actually read all of that stupid story in the first place.

I sort of miss home, sort of don't. I can't really decide, I haven't gotten out much yet, haven't met people. I need a genius, my gauntlets got pretty knocked up and I can't repair them. Ugh.

1. First Name and middle name?
Noriko, I have no middle name.

2. What holiday is your birthday closest to?
White Day.

3. Favorite fruit?
Pomegranate

4. Does it bother you when someone says they'll call you and they don't?
It depends on the someone and how important the call may be.

5. Are you allergic to anything?
No.

I have nothing of interest to put here, nothing. I can't even write a report, because there is ziltch to report. I want the professor to figure out where I am, eventually they're going to realize I'm not there. I think I sort of need to be, seeing as I was am the leader? Ugh... I hope I'm not here long, though I can't really complain. It's nice, maybe I should consider it as a vacation.