Jay's arrival in the Hub -- malfunctioning parachute while base-jumping.
+ He's saved by Superboy (still_superbro), and they have a long chat.

Meme: Jay gets hit by rose-scented sex pollen, and...+ ...wakes up next to Superboy. They're both pretty chill about what happened, despite the ten-year age-difference. When Kon admits that he can never really remember ( Read more... )

Name: Jason "Jay" Todd-Wayne (Generally, he goes by Jay Wayne ( Read more... )

Bright spot. We're spending Christmas Eve with the Drakes. Well, more like we're going to the same stupid socialite party, but if Tim's around, I can use him as a deflector shield. Why no, Peyton, I don't feel like hanging out with you. Have to entertain Tim, don't I? No, I haven't heard about Channing getting moved to a new care facility, why ( Read more... )

So it's the eve of Christmas Eve, and my presence is requested at Wayne Manor. We knew at the outset that I wouldn't be able to stay at Stowe with everyone... even if I really wish I could. One red-eye flight to Gotham City -- bargained down from an afternoon flight -- and I'll be back in the Manor. Oh joy ( Read more... )

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Oh my god, we started on flips and handplants today. I was having so much fun. I love snowboarding.

It seems that Jocelyn and Kristen are an item. And nobody has a problem with that. So if Hadley keeps flirting... I'm not saying anything... I'm just saying if...
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Spent all day on the slopes. Starting to get the hang of snowboarding, and keeping my injury-free streak intact.

Also.

Hadley's hitting on me. WHAT DO I DO.
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Snowboarding. Oh my god ( Read more... )

Diane (who I know from cross-country) and Marc (captain of the lacrosse team) invited me to Stowe with them over the winter break. I guess there are a few other people they invited who had to bow out, and Marc remembered how I helped him out with pre-calc last term? They seem like nice people ( Read more... )

I reread what I wrote this afternoon. And I called Dr. Van Dyne. Read it aloud to her ( Read more... )

I am really starting to hate school. I keep my head down, I don't bother anyone... but I still feel their eyes on me. Silently judging, silently wondering... "what's his deal?" I hate how visible my scars are... I've taken to wearing long-sleeved shirts to hide the scars on my wrists. Nothing I can do about the one on my face ( Read more... )