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Dammit, my head still hurts. Not as bad as it did yesterday though. At least I went and talked to Fuji-buchou yesterday, before I began sporting three very lovely bruises on my face. (I don't know what to do about those - he's probably going to yell at me today for fighting; two of my teachers did already.) He yelled at me for missing practice, and then he yelled at me for giving myself heatstroke (crap, was that what it was?), and then he yelled at me for "overworking myself." He said I have to run my training schedule by him or the fukubuchou before I'm allowed to work out on my own. He also said that I have to be the alternate in the next tournament, but that he'll think about putting me back in the lineup after that. Thank God.
[Holy shit. A bike chain. What the hell. I really will get him back one of these days. And maybe not the way he expects.
On the bright side... Shozo-kun is significantly less intelligent than I'd apparently given him credit for. I don't believe him. He totally had it right there in front of his face, and he has no idea. Wonderful.
Bastard owes me a new shirt. I liked that one.]
Um... Natsuki-san? Please make sure your brother sees a doctor. His eyes looked all funny and I'd bet my entire book collection that he has a pretty bad concussion. And I'm still not sure there's nothing broken.
[Holy shit. A bike chain. What the hell. I really will get him back one of these days. And maybe not the way he expects.
On the bright side... Shozo-kun is significantly less intelligent than I'd apparently given him credit for. I don't believe him. He totally had it right there in front of his face, and he has no idea. Wonderful.
Bastard owes me a new shirt. I liked that one.]
Um... Natsuki-san? Please make sure your brother sees a doctor. His eyes looked all funny and I'd bet my entire book collection that he has a pretty bad concussion. And I'm still not sure there's nothing broken.