I've sorta come to the conclusion that no matter how much I freak out and stress over the weird bullshit, friendship crap, and batshit people here...I can't really do jack shit about it.
So, to hell with everything. I'm taking things in stride now, seriously.
Like, that guy in charge of that host club? He talked to me today. And...*makes a strained expression*...he was okay. Fruity and weird and a total pussy, but okay.
Then there's Johnny, who's got to be the most misunderstood guy in this shithole place. I seriously need to have a chat with him about Jashin...he'd make an awesome priest. Oh, that reminds me...*gets out a ziplock bag containing Taro's finger and thumb which
he and Johnny cut off his dead body the other night* Stanley's been missing the taste of human flesh. Gotta remember to thank the kid later.
And Swirl-face...is Swirl-face.
Then there's this blond chick on steroids from Suna I met yesterday. She's okay for a bitch. Don't know why I agreed to let her come to my room...but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to show off my baby. ♥ *his baby being his scythe*
So yeah, decided to stop getting depressed over this place since it's not gonna change. Might as well make the best of it.
*contentedly drops Taro's finger and thumb into the fishtank*
(OOC: This is meant as a continuation for
this, but anyone's free to comment since Hidan's left his dorm room door open. Word to the wise--his good mood is no reason to get mouthy. He secretly has Mello's gun on him. XD)