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Saturday, January 17th, 2004
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3:27 am
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| Saturday, January 10th, 2004
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12:11 am
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| Monday, December 8th, 2003
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7:22 pm
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Hi!
This is really neat! Lina-chan told me that she has a diary on the web, but I really didn't think niisan would have one. Oooooooooh, I see, Ootori-niisan made him get it, he says.
I wonder if Lina-chan knew niisan had a diary? I guess you can see other people's and read them so... I bet not. And niisan (because he's a jerk) scared her the last time he was over anyway. She probably wouldn't WANT to read it.
I wonder if anyone reads this? If you do you should find something better to do! Really!. Well...after I'm done anyway. Niisan is really boring. He had a few sentences in here before I found it, and all he did was whine about homework. I'm more fun than that, ne?
Oh! I am Rin-chan, Shishido Ryou's little sister. You should just know that, if you aren't Ootori-niisan or Lina-chan or someone I know. Otousan made niisan move to this school as punishment because he (niisan) had been lying about going to his cram classes. It serves him right, he never listens when I tell him not to lie to otousan. But I'M here because there is no school tomorrow and I usually go home on the weekends but it's kinda far for just one day, so I came to visit my brother.
Not that he's doing ANYTHING but reading a book. This place is okay, but Ootori-niisan is more fun and now niisan doesn't have a roommate at all.
I'm really bored. Sorry, this doesn't take up enough time. Maybe I'll say more tomorrow? But I want to look around before curfew.
Bye!
~*~*~Rin-chan~*~*~
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| Sunday, November 23rd, 2003
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10:02 pm
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I figured I'd have something to say here. Not anything important, but even these things would be useful if they could drive off boredom. It turns out that even if you change schools in the middle of a fucking semester, there still isn't anything more complicated about it than signing a bunch of papers, most of which my fucking shithole of a dad had autographed and faxed in before I even got here. Then that's it, I don't even have any work to do to catch up because Hyotei is on a faster curriculum. Hell, I almost wish I hadn't had to return cello to the school, even that would be something to work on.
My new cell is on back order, Choutarou, I'll get it in a few days.
I'm going to look for the fastest way out of this place after lights out. The gates are low enough to hop; should be simple as shitting.
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| Sunday, November 9th, 2003
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9:38 pm - Because kantoku insists
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| Sunday, October 19th, 2003
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10:46 pm
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I've been so busy with my new training regimen that I almost didn't journal. Stupid project. Choutarou reminded me when he came home at least. I wouldn't care otherwise without him nagging me.
He gave me a hat, this legit panama with a mahogany band. At this rate, I'm going to have a huge collection of hats, one for every day. At least I can cover the shitass hair job that fucker Taki did. Ugh. Just thinking that that pervert was peeping in on me while I was sleeping makes me sick.
Anyway, I had the room to myself while Choutarou was gone at least. No one bugging me. Didn't do much, of course, but that's the way I like it. And Choutarou's told me of some doubles match I gotta play sometime, against some guy from somewhere. Dunno who. He's been cavorting around lately. Like I have the fucking time for this. I'm busy doing... stuff. Like training and homework from hell.
In fact, I don't have fucking time for this stupid journal, cause it steals away a whole fifteen minutes of my busy life. I could be doing something else, like staring at the ceiling. Who the hell reads this shit anyway?
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| Saturday, October 11th, 2003
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2:19 am
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It was stupid to up my training in the middle of the week. I doze off before dinner and then stuff like this happens. I'm up at two. Can't sleep. And since my asshole math teacher is out of town, I'm actually caught up on homework.
Between Choutarou and my mom I'm being dragged along to my brat sister's concert. Apparently she really is first chair, though the last time I heard her play she only knew one note and it could crack glass. I was sure she'd just seen Choutarou's violin case and was pulling that charming shit she does. That's probably it anyway. Sending him the invitiation was damn sneaky of her though.
I'm gonna try watching that musicial cartoon movie. It put me to sleep fine before.
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| Friday, October 3rd, 2003
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12:00 am
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Apparently my eyes are mahogany, not brown.
And now I have better things to do than humoring Kantoku by putting private thoughts in a public place like it's anyone's damn business.
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| Friday, September 19th, 2003
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11:50 pm
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| Saturday, September 13th, 2003
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12:21 am - Can't sleep
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Choutarou says it doen't matter what you talk about in these things, but it's still a damn diary, only you're inviting the whole world to read it and comment on your day like it's their business. It's not like writing about tennis is any better than writing about the rest of my day either. I play tennis, I don't wanna sit around and write--worse--type about it.
He set this up as part of our deal to get him to stop nagging me, but I should've known better. He has a really fucked up sense of humor sometimes, so I didn't ask what the hell this name means. I know it's got something to do with his music, but it sounds like some kind of fancy coffee.
Wasn't even going to do this thing tonight, nothing happened worth writing about, but sleep isn't showing and I'm sick of looking at the ceiling waiting for it to. But I'm not sure this is much better any more, damn glowing hurts my eyes.
So there, happy, Choutarou? You win. Now I'm gonna go do my math because in one nutjob's world writing three-thousand words on the number zero should be worth a tenth of the semester grade and enough to get me kicked out of the tennis club.
Yeah, and happy birthday, Gakuto.
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