So I have since lagged behind in my log because of several Andromedian and Earthling problems I must battle with night and day.  Another series of skirmishes with the Dark Prince has ensued from the time of my last entry, and his new kind of warfare on my Earthly body is taking its toll.  Every night I seek out Andromeda for consultation, strategic moves, and solace in my reunion with Stari while during the days I am plagued with normal human scholastical stress, a touch of emotional stress, and physical illness.  I must admit, the Prince's strategy is a clever way to slowly break my patience and basically just screw up both of my lives.  We have yet to break his code or find what he is using as a base this time, so I must continue back to my home every night without rest until the problem is solved.

I am engaged in other battles on Earth parallel to and as a result of all the chaos in my own galaxy.  Poor Moonflower is caught in it all, for as I try to figure out the minor complications in our relationship, our differences are inflamed and we fight it out.  It is healthy for our relationship, but the Dark Prince has the ability to engorge any negative feeling that I have beyond its boundaries causing doubt and fear.  He is a galactical wonder in himself, for through it all he stays true to me, we work things out, and resume our places at eachothers' side.

Stormy Angel has once again lost herself to the clouds that surround her existence.  I see the pain she goes through, but I don't understand it and her expectations of me become frustrating.  She lives in a world of her own and I am at a loss to do anything but try to be there when she needs me and seek out her advice when I need her.  I do not blame her for her lightning but I do wish it was not directed towards me. I am not responsible for the pain she feels and her knowledge of my alternate life puts my wellbeing in danger.  There are things she thinks she knows and understands but has no real conception of what is truly and actually right for me.  I am Empress of Andromeda, my galaxy and my home.  She has her own world among the cosmos to worry about.  She is due a field trip there soon, and I trust that when she returns everything between us will resume as normal.  She has been on Earth as long as me and it is comfort to know and be acquainted with that.

Wotcher and I are closer now that he understands my purpose here.  I am so glad that I found him here on Earth, though I know he is missed in the General's ranks, he is of great value to me here.  It is of extreme importance that he meet with Stormy Angel so that she may understand.

Well, by the cosmos it's been a crazy ride so far.  A break after exams is about to ensue here in Collegetown, so maybe I shall be able to right more then.

AVO

So I have found yet another feeling on Earth that I thought I would only experience on Andromeda.  It is that feeling that comes with ignoring problems in an attempt to fix other problems that are fighting for your attention, and then experiencing the pressure as the weight comes crashing down on your shoulders while other problems develop.  This I thought was only a trait of the lives of monarchs and imperial leaders.  I was wrong, and, though I shall bite my tongue after admitting this, my advisers were right.  Ouch.  I am indeed learning things on Earth.  These Earthlings put up with so much emotional, psychological, and physical drama that it can literally make one sick.  I am a sad example of this right now, for I am complaining when others are at worse, but in an attempt to just get to the weekend so that my pesky emotions would be satisfied and so that I could clear some scholastic buildup I have compiled a great mount of stress awaiting me on Sunday.  Quite the wake-up call for one in imperial command on an educational holiday.

This is of course ignoring all of the extraterrestrial things that have been going on lately.  The Dark Prince has discovered a weakness and is going to drill at it all he can.  In my Earth-dreams when I travel back to my home galaxy to take care of business there, I am particularly susceptible to emotional trauma, a terrestrial residue from being on Earth so long that intensifies as I project myself across the stars.  In an attempt to weaken me towards his ever-increasingly arrogant demands, he has laced my subconciousness with faint images of my Earthly loved ones seriously injured or dead; most notably, Moonflower.  How he found out that one of the reasons I came to Earth was to find my other half is currently under investigation, and the stars help the person who leaked if I find that someone did.

These are the times that I miss Stari, my wonderful guardian and companion.  I do, of course, see her in my projections, but she, as a unicorn, has always taken kinder to a persons' real form.  I know she's watching over me and I most certainly know she's keeping the Andromedian Council and Parliament in line, it would just be nice to have her nose butt the small of my back when I get out of line again.  I am due for a visit home sometime soon, but the complications surrounding that allow for only the cosmos to know when. 

Well, off to take care of this stubborn Earthling body and wait for Moonflower to pick me up.

Fare thee most well.

AVO

So here I sit in my Moonflower's office because he has forgotten our anniversary.  Again.  I realize that months only have importance to some on Earth and that most of the population of Andromeda would think their Imperial Majesty a loon for keeping track, but since he has issues concerning being sweet for no occasion, I choose to give him an oppurtunity/reason to do so every month until our year is up. 

All is finally well with Star and Mushy.  We had a nice talk and then Star took him captive for a while, poor thing, so that now he has to wait till she says okay to leave.  Cute, but gags me worse than watching Cupid playing with his bows and arrows on Valentopia.  I do so adore their relationship though.  It makes me realize that despite what my imagination indicates, it is NOT what I desire.

I will recount details of this past weekend later (perhaps), but now I must relay Cowboy's information to "Skyler Aguila" as my Moonflower is known to everyone but me.  Cowboy is doing grad work on John William's music.  John would be proud, though I am currently miffed at him for choosing something else over both my commission AND Harry Potter.  I guess you can't blame the man, he is, by the cosmos, a genius.

Fare Thee Well.

AVO

So I took Dr. Prick's test this morning.  I despise that man.  I want him to die.  Or perhaps worse; let the Dark Prince's vampirical minions suck his blood and remove the joy from his soul, and then drop him off in one of the pixial star systems so that they can mischieviously drive him into insanity. 

The exam had almost nothing to do with the review this time (which is beginning to indicate an exponentially increasing pattern) and I have no stellar idea how the cosmos I did on that test.  Not that such an insignificant matter should bother me, but here on Earth I have become quite the "overachiever" as my Moonflower calls me and my family expects results.  You'd think that as advanced as Andromeda is in medicinal science, I would be able to ace such a test as this.  However, I will admit that I have become rather reliant on the palace physicians for knowledge as of late and not taken time to discover the insignificant-to-me details concerning the bodily systems that some of these Earthlings can become so obsessed with.

There is, however, hope on the horizon.  Today, after Spanish, I go with Stormy Angel to her home town, Rosedale, to begin the annual ritual of Christmas shopping.  Over the years, I have grown fond of the tradition of showing appreciation to your loved ones through giving gifts at this festive time of year, and it brings a flicker of hope to my currently dull life that maybe I will achieve a sense of well-being.  We are also going to suprise my Moonflower with pizza, or rather, Stormy Angel will shove it in his face and say "Here, Skyler Aguila, I'm starting to give away my meals earlier this year.  EAT."  Not that he will mind, but still, the scene will be amusing.

Well, the time has come to trek to Spanish.  I really should have paid attention to my tutor at home, rather than just relying on my Babel Fish to do it for me.

Fare thee Well.

AVO

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So I sat in Brit Lit today with my friend Star for a pointless hour and a quarter, pondering my professor's odd fascination with Shakespeare's King Lear.  I have, of course, met Shakespeare and his odd band of followers on many occasions, for he takes joy in showing me all the secrets embedded in his famous plays.  I also happen to be the only person he trusts with information about Darklady, his secret love of indeterminable sex.  I swear the guy is bisexual, and I am almost certain that Darklady is some powerful man in my ranks, but he rather prefers his aura of mysteriousness, even towards his own sovereign. 

Anyway, while secretly being amazed at how far Earth's civilization has come in analyzing literature and giving it meaning, I had to keep the usual countenance of a sophomore at a mid-sized state university who just so happened to be slighty obsessed with the topic.  Basically, I added input every once in a while, betwixt my daydreams concerning Moonflower's move here to Stereotypical College Town, USA. 

After class, I walked Star to her car and discussed the issue of having a key to Skyler (as Moonflower is known to everyone else) and Mushy's (her boyfriend) apartment.  I need it for the purpose of cooking and possibly taking care of Honey, Skyler and I's dog.  However, Star thinks that it is inappropriate for either of us to have a key because she thinks it will become inferior to their realm of privacy.  I have no idea who she thinks she is attesting for Mushy and especially Skyler's opinion, but she seems to think I can survive one more semester in these filthy, annoying, unsatisfying places of living that Earthlings call dorms or that I can get a key from Skyler or Mushy when needed.  I WISH I could explain to her that if I had access to my palace back home there would be absolutely no problems whatsoever, but that falls under my Statute of Limitations for living here on Earth.  I also wish I could show her that finding a key would be more painful to everybody than having one, but she is rather stubborn and prideful, so I must spare her the sarcasm to save our friendship.

My belly consistently grows as I reluctantly consume the sludge here on campus that the students attempt to refer to as "food" and as I lose time to laziness due to the lack of any form of sport that I enjoy back home.  I really miss my lightsaber; the ones here are plastic and inisignificant duplications.  I should really talk to George about that.  An Andromedian, he should know better.  Anyway, the fact is that I am going to hear about it from Grandma Magi and Mom on Saturday.  At least Sprite will be there to talk to.

Well, the time has come to end this entry and head to a joy that has become an annoyance most recently:  marching band.  Maybe Mr. Pinky will let us out early, seeing as how we were kept late by Cowboy, the graduate assistant.  Later, I have to explore the realms of blood, the cardiovascular system, and the lymphatic system for a test in Mr. Prick's class tomorrow.  Maybe his lymphatic system will fail and it will be postponed due to his illness, for I am rather tired of humanity's fascination with their own body.

Well, off I go again.

Fare thee well.