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>Day 19
 
>My research on unidentified energy continues. It’s a slow and arduous process. It was to be expected, as I work on something that had not been known to science, before! It’s like I’ve discovered a completely new Element!! The possibilities ARE - akhem. Sorry, I’ve got carried, again.
 
>As I said, the process is slow. Painfully so. At the moment, I concentrate on gathering data from passive observation. I began making theories of more intrusive methods. Hopefully, it will bring me something I can work with.
 
>”Sigh” Things would be easier if Principal Cinch didn’t keep pestering me about Friendship Games. As much being on the, surely Winning Team would be good-looking in my applications, I know I wouldn’t be much of a use in the sports part of the games.
 
>Though - ekhem - there is something more distracting than Cinch. In the previous log, I’d talked about my sudden… interests of… sensual nature.
 
>It- It’s not weird. As much as a Scientist at heart I am, I’m still a human girl, at the age of body changes. Being interested in s-seeee- you know… It’s natural.
 
>It’s just… lately, besides my occasional fantasies about male specimens, I also began thinking about… the female ones? During my “nightly session” I… Thought about… oh, gods… my female classmates. About Fleur’s perfect skin, about Sour Sweet’s muscular arms, Indigo’s broad thighs, and Sunny Flare’s big… juicy… swaying breastss…
 
>WHICH IS WEIRD!!!
 
Akhem.
 
>Which is weird, because I’ve never shown any sign of attraction to the same gender. (granted, I might have been overexposed in my life). Unless, you count Miss Hackney from my Elementary school, but does it even counts? It was that weird kind of crush that children develop without fully comprehending what they feel.
 
>Mhhhhh, Miss Hackney was something, though. She was always so nice and supporting, always letting me stay in class and read, even if kept telling me to socialize. She had a smile that could calm storms.
 
>She wore that thick, low-cut sweater. I swear I caught a glimpse of black laced lingerie underneath. And hat posterior, though-hohoho. You could bounce dimes off it. It gave my mother’s a run for her money.
 
>I should contact her… one day… just catch up of cou - Sweet Science!! The energy levers have picked up in the last ten minutes! Gotta go! Have to study that it’s still fresh.