Entry # 1
((OOC: Treat this as Ryo's own LJ. My notes and comments should be encased on parentheses just like this one. ^^))
So. What would I write here? Anyway, Eiji and Nao persuaded me to do this, and as the obedient friend that I am, I did. Speaking of which, Eiji left one of his tracksuits on my bag-seems like he mistook mine as his. Since we’re going to meet tomorrow for this damn school trip, I’m bringing this with me. And, by the way, I now got my laptop back after breaking it for the nth time. Satomi told me earlier that I should take care of it, but I guess I would somehow find a way for this to go kaput.
Tomorrow would be our annual school trip. The itinerary isn’t revealed yet, but I’m guessing it would be boring museums and nature walks again, just like last year. Bullshit. I mean, we’re high school students, for crying out loud-we’re not middle school pupils. I’m bringing my laptop with me then, if that would be the case (it surely would be). The last thing I wanted to do on a fucking school trip is to take notes and listen to boring lectures about senseless things.
I haven’t even packed my things for that trip. Guess I would just have to grab things here and there, shouldn’t I? Fuck, Ryo-that would earn you another scolding from your mother! The last thing I wanted to happen is for her to pack my things for me. I shiver at the thought of that. I haven’t got any spare bags with me, so I’ll be using the track bag. What would I bring then? Change of clothes, food, water, laptop, track shoes, glasses, and fuck, a notebook. That would be it.
Eiji mentioned about the program, though. I checked the calendar earlier and saw that we’re a bit early for the usual schedules of the Battle Royale. Satomi’s fucking lucky, though, she had graduated just before the program was instigated. Nao, however, staunchly believes that the BR’s going to be implemented any time soon. Life’s a bitch. The whole class was talking about the Battle Royale, and it drove me crazy. This country’s going to the dogs, really. I can’t see any logical reason about the realization of this program. Well, it just shows that the members of the Diet aren’t using their fucking brains.
Sosuke-san hasn’t gone home for the past few days, though. Wonder what the shit happened to him.
I should be doing more useful things right now, such as ‘bashing stuff right in’ my bag-fuck, that reminded me of Ryouichi. Ha, I shouldn’t mention that to Shizuru though, she might strangle me. Shizuru’s reaction after hearing the name of that man is remarkable. I can’t see any harm on Ryouichi, though- with the exception of his personal hygiene, that is.
Can’t think of any more things to say, so I must be packing my stupid things into my fucking bag for that trip tomorrow. Note to self: Wake up early and don’t forget the laptop.
{Ryo}
So. What would I write here? Anyway, Eiji and Nao persuaded me to do this, and as the obedient friend that I am, I did. Speaking of which, Eiji left one of his tracksuits on my bag-seems like he mistook mine as his. Since we’re going to meet tomorrow for this damn school trip, I’m bringing this with me. And, by the way, I now got my laptop back after breaking it for the nth time. Satomi told me earlier that I should take care of it, but I guess I would somehow find a way for this to go kaput.
Tomorrow would be our annual school trip. The itinerary isn’t revealed yet, but I’m guessing it would be boring museums and nature walks again, just like last year. Bullshit. I mean, we’re high school students, for crying out loud-we’re not middle school pupils. I’m bringing my laptop with me then, if that would be the case (it surely would be). The last thing I wanted to do on a fucking school trip is to take notes and listen to boring lectures about senseless things.
I haven’t even packed my things for that trip. Guess I would just have to grab things here and there, shouldn’t I? Fuck, Ryo-that would earn you another scolding from your mother! The last thing I wanted to happen is for her to pack my things for me. I shiver at the thought of that. I haven’t got any spare bags with me, so I’ll be using the track bag. What would I bring then? Change of clothes, food, water, laptop, track shoes, glasses, and fuck, a notebook. That would be it.
Eiji mentioned about the program, though. I checked the calendar earlier and saw that we’re a bit early for the usual schedules of the Battle Royale. Satomi’s fucking lucky, though, she had graduated just before the program was instigated. Nao, however, staunchly believes that the BR’s going to be implemented any time soon. Life’s a bitch. The whole class was talking about the Battle Royale, and it drove me crazy. This country’s going to the dogs, really. I can’t see any logical reason about the realization of this program. Well, it just shows that the members of the Diet aren’t using their fucking brains.
Sosuke-san hasn’t gone home for the past few days, though. Wonder what the shit happened to him.
I should be doing more useful things right now, such as ‘bashing stuff right in’ my bag-fuck, that reminded me of Ryouichi. Ha, I shouldn’t mention that to Shizuru though, she might strangle me. Shizuru’s reaction after hearing the name of that man is remarkable. I can’t see any harm on Ryouichi, though- with the exception of his personal hygiene, that is.
Can’t think of any more things to say, so I must be packing my stupid things into my fucking bag for that trip tomorrow. Note to self: Wake up early and don’t forget the laptop.
{Ryo}