Prideview Random

I'll be in my penthouse.

If you attempt to come looking for me; don't.

Thanksgiving.

A time of peace and prosperity amongst the people of the United States of America. A time when our families can gather around the table to celebrate the kleptomanical tendencies of our petty ancestors.

Whilst you all enjoy your home-cooked meals and ten-pound weight gain, I believe I'll be turning in early. Festivities bore me. More specifically those shared with one's family circle.

I need to go and get really drunk. Anybody want to come along and buy me a drink?

Someone's taken my game and changed the rules.

I called it. I totally called it. I told you I would blow something up and low and behold. I did. It wasn't because I was juggling plasma this time though like that one time I killed the basket ball court at the Institute. This wasn't really my fault and I apologize to all the people who got hurt. I know it was just a couple bumps and some bruises but that doesn't change the fact people got hurt because of me.

Can I quit now?

I'm going to start making a list of things not allowed at the academy. There was an explosion today. Thankfully no one was hurt...too much. If I find anyone though jumping out from around corners at some of our explosive students again I will send you to simmer in Hell for a bit. I can and will do it even if Lilith scowls at me for it.

Teaching isn't half as painful as I expected it to be. It's almost enjoyable at times. The main thing is that I haven't felt the need to strangle any of the children just yet. I hear that's always a good sign.

I think I'll spend the weekend letting my hair down and enjoying myself. Life can't be about work all the time, that would be frightfully dull.

A hippie? What kind of idiocy is the world coming to when I introduce myself and someone asks such a thing. I am not a hippie. I didn't have hippie parents either. I don't even have parents that one would normally think of, I have a Creator. And last I checked most hippies burned in hell because love shouldn't be free, drugs are bad, and hygiene is your friend.

So apparently my apartment thought I was lonely so decided to miraculously drop my estranged boyfriend from high school in the spare room.

Mr. Morningstar I'm going to need a raise.

What is this? I leave for a few weeks, and come back to find all Hell breaking loose?

I suppose I should chide you all for being naughty. But that's just so damn hypocritical.

The whole building has a web blog...cute. I need to start unpacking boxes I guess. I have always detested moving. I also need to get in contact with Mr. Morningstar about my position at the academy. I need a room placement among other things. There was mention of abnormal circumstances on some of my would be students and I really want to know just what that in tells.

I see people speaking about the joys of education and will post once again that in the fall I will be opening up a school for our poor dears here that need to finish their education. I know a great deal of us are out of our realm, literaly, be it time wise or world wise. I am still looking for those that could be of help teaching the dears. If you perhaps will need to finish your education or would like to help please let me know.

You people really have no imagination whatsoever. The inventive ones are so few and far between. This is one of the reasons I left Hell. Just the same day in and day out.

So.

What's going on? Scott? Professor?

I have come to the conclusion with darling Lilith that we are opening a school for those of you that have yet to finish your education but can't very well hop into one of the local ones. Prideview Academy is not going to care what reality you are from. I am also fairly certain we can be quite accommodating to those of you who need "special" classes.

I think that covers most things. I should have the building built and to my liking by tomorrow morning. If any of you intellectual sorts wish to help I would be more than pleased to sit down with you and see if you are right for the education of impressionable minds. Yes, I am being serious.

And if I have failed to introduce myself let me do so now. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. No, I'm not joking.

What exactly is going to be done about the horde of children popping up when we can't very well kick them off to go to school when this isn't the plane of reality they came from?

Well I must say this is rather disappointing. There I was sitting in my piano bar in my self created reality then all of a sudden here I am sitting in some apartment which, while nicely decorated, is not mine.

There are only two people I can blame for this it was either my dear creator or it was my dear brother Michael.

Oh this is interesting.


Much different than what I expected.