What is wrong with everyone? Has everyone gone stark-raving mad? I think this place has finally lost it and left the logical ones sane to slowly drive them to insanity on their own accord. And here I thought being stuck and stretched between was bad. This is by far worse. This by far is worse. Much worse.

Isn't exposing people's personal affairs a bit childish?

Irvine, this better not be your doing.

Well it's definitely nice to be me again. It was definitely a bizarre week, spending time in someone else's body. It was almost like I was possessing someone. Ha.

Hey, Irvine. Let's go out to Junes and get you some new pants.

Well isn't this peachy? I've turned into a man. This has to be some sort of odd magic.....

I'm rather looking forward to this festival. It'll be a good break from the norm. Much better than that odd business from last week.

Irvine, will you be joining in the auction or watching it from the back like me?

Well this isn't quite normal. Cheap chocolate duct taped to my door? I'm glad to know that someone cares... Thanks, whoever did it.

I'm considering a journalism class for next semester or at least the school newspaper. It looks like it's in need of a little structure. Irvine, you should join me in this. Actually, all of us should. It'd be interesting.

And I hear Laguna President Loire is here too. Wonder what brought him here.

Irvine, why must you remind me of that when I'm trying to prepare a speech?

Well isn't that interesting. I'm paired with the not-boyfriend of my roommate for the speech project. Ha.

After this project is done and in order (and after Caim stops angsting over his sister), let's do something, something which doesn't necessarily end up with Squall leaving and Irvine getting cockblocked.

It's starting to look like the entire gang's here and feeling like home already. I think I even saw Zell here.

Now to find my roommate, Furiae. She seems quiet, but not in the Squall sort of way. Same with that boyfriend of hers.

It's nice to get away from the Garden and not have to worry about it being blown up or floating away. Finally I can learn to become a good instructor, not mediocre. Well, time to settle in and prepare for classes. Hopefully I'll run into my roommate, Tifa Lockhart, at some point.