Why am I here again?

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I am not leaving my house for a long, long time.

Long story.

Let's just say it involves my sister, my head, a bottle of hairdye and an experiment of said sister's gone horribly, horribly wrong.


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I still feel disgustingly fat.


Flat tire on the way home. Assy. Wonder if I have a patch kit somewhere.

Beat my own high score. Wicked.

Internets? Hi. I've missed you.

Uh things to do now bye.

School. DIE.

I sure as hell hope this massive stack of homework isn't because of that stupid garden party a couple weeks ago.

They're trying to kill me, I swear it.

I'm really not liking this every time I close my eyes I see nothing but numbers and symbols and weird complex math formulas.

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Ugh. Textbooks call. And bed.

Particularly the stupid fucks who blow cigarette smoke right in your face when you're already hacking up a lung trying to breathe properly.

Yar. Think I'm getting sick or something, I'm never this freaking sore.

Hurrah for no school.

So I get this call and the lady's like, hey, you're doing this for the school.

I refuse to cook for this staff thing. Seriously. These people don't realize that they do not want me cooking. I'll blow up half the city. The only 'entertainment' I can provide is me tripping over my own damn feet and falling flat on my face. I mean, I guess it would be one thing if we were getting paid for this but I think it's punishment for whatever we did to screw up last year. I am not wearing a tuxedo. Screw that.

Shinji??

Dorksquad????

We are screwed.


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What the shit happened? Must've been some damn good karaoke with like mosh pits and shit if I'm this messed up.

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My head hurts.

You're not answering your phone man, what's up? Gimme a call or something. Or I guess I can just say it here and hope you check or something if I still can't get through.

You, me, karaoke, sound good? Let me know, yeah?

Lookit that, I'm older.

Whoever said the older you get, the wiser you get was lying. Totally. Wait, that's calling myself stupid. I'm not, really. Why am I saying this? I don't know, it's 3 am leave me alone.

( Shinji )

How does one keep their sanity around here?

Whatever's been tried doesn't seem to be working out so well.

They're crazy. They're all freaking crazy. Completely psycho nutcases.

Jail? Pyschobabble? Prozac? Kinda scary to think I'm seemingly the most sane one anymore.

Shinji?

You're not dying, drugs are bad, mmkay? No one's out to get you. Take a chill pill, man, before I find myself compelled to bitchsmack you back into reality.

No wonder this school's got such a bad rep.

Yeah so, I ignored this thing for a while, big deal. My life isn't so interesting that I need to write about the pointless crap I did every day like my sister a lovesick high school girl or something.

Recently addicted to para para. Much like DDR it's yet another thing to prove I kick ass at. It's gotta mean somethin' if I'm getting high scores all over the place. Just another reason why ya don't mess with my rhythm, it's dangerous~

...that hurts somehow.

Anyway, probably time I crashed before the wicked witch of the east comes and takes my net cable.

This has been another completely pointless post brought to you by one Kamio Akira. Thank you, drive through.

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There is NO WAY that is possible. Stupid thing didn't even HURT and I didn't see ANYTHING. I'm a good kid, I take care of my teeth, brush and floss twice a day so WHY am I getting "Oh, Kamio-kun, you've got a cavity. Don't worry, we'll fill it riiiiight up."

'Fill it right up' my ass! Do dentists even know what they're talking about? Jackwad probably just made the whole damn thing up so he could have a go with his shiny annoying drill and sparkly filling so he could squeeze more money out of me.

I swear the ass looked way too happy with that thing.


Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Kaidou.

Maths tests are the work of pure evil. The most vile and disgusting of things and whoever came up with them deserves to die a slow, painful death by way of a trig text smashed upside their head or maybe by way of a million papercuts.

...Hi, Akira, aren't you being morbid today.

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Off to go die now, thank you!

Friday.

We know what Friday means.

Half off karaoke in town~

And now that the world is aware of this not that anyone cares, I'm jettin'.

On second thought.

Who wants to come with?

Definately unexpected but not entirely unwelcome.

( Kaidou )