September 15,2008 (I turned 16 today!!)

I am the only female member in this household that I would say I mostly own,and I fell asleep last night uncomfortably with Kura on my right side and my innocent (compared to Kura,that is) fraternal twin brother Amun on the other side. This morning I have a very rude, very disgusting awakening. Yes, I wake upon a certain silver headed Daemon kid's chest. Please note where my hand is - on his chest. And somehow, I ended up bashing his arse all over our living room, which is lovely BTW,and threw my brother's breakfast cereal box at him. "Yeow! Why'd you throw that at me?!" Ah, he left a joke opportunity out in the open there!"Because they're GreeeAAT!!" "Damn you , Frosted flakes slogan!!!" He yelled as I shoved him into a potato sack and tied the drawstrings tight. "Amun,toast please?" He threw my my buttered toast wrapped in a napkin ,"Way ahead of you,sis." We walked to school together..."Was the potato sack thing really necessary? I mean, it's not like it doesn't happen every time our rock,paper,scissors game takes a horrible, horrible twist,right?"

"Did you NOT see the 'mayo' stain he left on my pajamas? Those purple ones are my favorite, you know!Um..Sis!" And it was true. I loved purple. Maybe too much.The walls in my room is lavender,my bedsheets are black, and the curtains are navy blue. It was the only other one we had that could block out the light. I'm not very out going out of my workplace." Oh, and Kuji, remember we have to tend to the cafe tomorrow. I feel terrible leaving my Obitsu's in there with nobody to adore them. " I know how Amun feels about his dolls, he loves those things! We were able to get a few discounts, due to the fact that a friend of ours works with the Royal Lovely doll making Co. I finished my toast and threw the napkin away, then we went our separate ways once we got to school.

 
Amun has tons of friends. He just ran of to go meet Nina. Sweet girl , that one... Excluding me and disgusting-lecher-at-home-wriggling-around-in-magical-potato-sack, along with Arara(I'll get to him later if I get the chance)Amun is fairly popular. But not me ,really. Due to the fact that a group of wannabe monsters disguised as anorexic/bulimic whores who only passed middle school by being super super sleazy to any teacher(to a male, to a female, even shemales for all I know) and always copy my style. The problem is that the bell just rang. And my locker isn't very close to the English Lit. class I have for first period. And they've surrounded me!! Oh no, Akuji-sama is going dooown!!

"Well would ya look who's here! Where'd you get the threads? Stealing fashion from my closet again? Hm?" Yakona,the grand master cheese of all master cheeses who,BTW is also the leader of the 'popular group' obviously has no idea what she's talking about. The Cross Choker around my neck is to protect my life, not just a fashion statement. And I have a habit of dressing too cute? Apparently I'm a trend setter who started the Gothic combination preppy and nearly Lolita and Yakona decides it's her idea to start with. Yakona is in orchestra, second chair Cello to be exact. She's not too amazing at playing, then again, not many of us are! "That's nice." I always try to just narrowly escape the death trap of demonic anorexic/bulimic sleaze-es. "I don't think so, girlie!", Alix, the one who got blonde hair extensions to try to match my lovely waist length brunette hair speaks up! And the whole saying 'girlie' thing was stared by none other than Kurayama,before he decided to stop going to school for a bit and become a - "Bitch,don't think you can weasel your way out of this one. We all know that Kurayama Daemon is only sleeping at your house because you hired him to. And I'd gladly take him away from you."

"Sure,sure,take him, I don't like him at my house." ..he smells almost as bad as your breath and the bathroom stalls after you've purged your guts out.."W-well.." yeah, giving my dead fish stare at the twigs shaped into girls always shuts them up. "Well, you copied our style, so..so shut up you...wannabe!" Dead fish stare combined with the slight raise of the left eyebrow helps even more. I can see the fear in the brown eyes hiding behind blue or green colored eye contacts. I can see their brown hairs showing at the rots of blond hair. The only thing I can't see is their heart or human compassion. Anything proving they're human. "Anikko,speech to get this chick to shut the Hell up,her eyes are creeping me out." What,just because when I glare the shiny part from the light in my eyes disappears when I glare? Oh, and Anikko's some sort of cheap rip off of Kenny from South Park. She keeps coming to me to chew my ear off in the combination of grunts and 'mmphs' and 'urghs' I can't understand, but I wish that some strange force would keep killing her when she came back like Kenny.

So Anikko dramatically gives the speech to me,I don't understand a word she just said, and when there's a big enough gap, I walk away to English Lit, leaving children all over the world happy and with full stomachs,restoring the Triforce powers to Princess Zelda with Midna happily riding on my back,defeating the Evil Ganondorf, with the satisfaction of Alix yelling at Anikko to wear jackets with lower necks and to let her handle the speech next time, and landing me a spot in after school detention for being late to class! Happily ever after , because Amun backed me up on the Sleaze group slowing me down ! At least we get to suffer together..

Lunch was lovely, I shared a peanut butter (penis butter!! Inside joke..) jelly sandwich with Amun because I never bring my school I.D and I never want to pay for 4th rate disgusting God knows what food disguised as pizza. Oh, and Amun got hit on my a dude again. The ear gauges, piercings and the fact that he wears a white zippered mid-riff over a black long sleeve, paired with his cross choker doesn't help , nor hide the fact that he is pretty(like a girl!!) and spiking his hair doesn't help either. Moving onto orchestra!You know how I said Yakona is 2nd chair cello? You wanna know whyyy? Because I bashed her off of first chair when our teacher heard me playing Bach's unaccompanied cello suite no.1 . I can play piano, but only by ear and by memorizing where to place my fingers and hands (..in..your...pants...? Sorry, these perverted jokes blab from my lips on their own cause Kura and Amun and Ararara!). Today, we're learning how to play Air Suite No. 4. Ms.Morrison is a violin virtuoso who's been playing violin since she was in diapers. She's blonde, absolutely stunning,and is subject to perverted rumors from insolent Freshmen year boys.

When I got home I cut my hair and had a meaningful conversation with Kura about his brother and how- well you'll find out soon enough, I hear he posted our damned conversation in his blog, and there is no way I can take it down from his Bloggsie site. Actually it's on his Travel Journal ,but I didn't read it!!! ...Maybe.