xx48.11.05 / 07:57 / Friday

I spent an hour this morning trying to make my hand go out-of-phase. Result? Nothing. No sign of any of my powers coming back. I didn't have much hope, but last night I kind of felt ... I don't know. I don't have my powers, that's a fact I'm just going to have to live with.

Also spent a ridiculous amount of time this morning trying to find out what kind of shoes Charlotte Two was wearing, I don't know why but I can't get them out of my head. Maybe it's because she wears such weird dull clothing otherwise, but such nice shiny shoes. The local nets are a bit limited, but based on some images and descriptions I got from the local KnowledgeWeb I think they're Derbys (Derbies?) or Brogues—boy's shoes, even though she's definitely not a boy. They didn't LOOK masculine, though, they were rounded at the toes and they had a strap across her perfectly white socks—you know, the more I write about this the more strongly I feel that they're not Derbies (Derbys?) or Brogues at all. Maybe I should just call them school shoes and be done with it. I mean, look at how much I've written about them already, it's probably unhealthy to obsess over someone else's footwear this much, especially when the owner of said footwear isn't even particularly important to you.

Still, she's the only person here who's really spoken to me, apart from stupid horrible Veronica and her stupid horrible friends.

I'm already kind of late for class. I should get going.