ryoushishido

Someone want to tell me why my friends page is spewing hearts everywhere? I knew there was a reason I don't use this thing much.

By the way, that kid that practically cracked his head open at work months ago is apparently fine by now. No permanent damage, and best of all his parents aren't suing.

Atobe, you better be damn well listening to the doctors. No excuses; don't fuck up yourself for life by being an idiot and healing wrong.

Haven't posted much but... well fuck, what is there to say? This whole damn thing has everyone out of sorts and no one can even play fucking tennis right anymore! I swear, the next girl who breaks down in tears because I'm holding a tennis racket is going to get it slammed in her face. I want to fucking train and not do all this moping shit that's taken over the school.

Yeah yeah, I'm an asshole but crying around the school isn't going to make anything better. What's Atobe going to say when he comes back and find we've all be slacking off without him? He can handle himself. He may be a priss, but he's not tennis captain and student body president for nothing.

So stop whining and worrying you bunch of pansies and start living again.

(ooc: Shishido has very odd ways of showing he cares, but he does, really. >.>; )

Heh, I am kicking this job's ass. Kids shut up when you glare at them and tell them stories about monsters in the arcade machines that eat kids who break things. They're also annoyingly clingy when 'nii-san' hands them a few extra tickets when the machines break on their own. But damn, we had a scare when a kid managed to climb through the ropes and fell. I haven't been able to get the sound of his head cracking on the lower level bar out of my head since then.

Anyway, birthday was nice and quiet everywhere but school. You'd think people would get the hint that I don't want to be bothered when I growl at the fucking fangirls every year, but apparently not. But the best part... was this:



No seriously, don't fucking laugh. They don't make these anymore! It's an AT-AT for those who are Star Wars retarded. It moves. Fucking. Awesome. Thanks Choutarou!

As for Atobe's birthday... I don't think I drank enough. I remember way too much of people making morons of themselves. And heard much, much more than I ever wanted to hear. Seriously Gakuto, people don't want to know these things. Or be asked them. Fucking pervert.

Got a job. Well, basically. They got back to me and said I can start once the paperwork is in and they can get someone to show me the ropes.

Literally, too. It's a big indoor play structure and arcade place, so they've got rock climbing and shit.

Of course it's loud with massive hordes of kids, (there was one kid that had jammed a machine with what looked like gum when I went to check the place out) but this beats shunting coffee or hamburgers.

I'm going to be the fucking king of mini-golf and ski-ball by next year, just wait.

Dammit, not good enough. Again. We lose to Rikkai every year. Except the one with Seigaku, but that was bad. And Choutarou winning was great but that wasn't us.

...We've got one more year to do this. And we're going to.

Choutarou, I think we should start inviting the team to our morning runs. Especially the pipsqueak and mushroom, they still need to be able to finish games. We can do other things just us together whenever.

I do have a life, I think. So don't ask me why I'm wasting it on this. It's as fucking pink as Gakuto's hair.

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But anyway, looking forward to Choutarou's concert I promise, I'm not going to fall asleep for this one and tennis, but not so much this job search my mom has me on. Really not looking forward to working in some greasy kitchen, so I'm looking for non-food jobs. We'll see if it even works.

I've got this lame test tomorrow and studying is killing my brain. I can memorize events no problem, but English sentence structure is kicking my ass. You'd better still be coming over later Choutarou, I need a distraction. Or, uh. A study partner, yeah.

By the way, Gakuto? I'm going to fucking kill you. Get your fishnet whatevers out of my locker! There is no way I'm touching them! I do not need any help with kinkiness in any way! I don't know what the fuck your note was talking about. Choutarou would not look good in anything of the sort!

(ooc: I love how Shishido thinks no one knows about him and Choutarou, when in fact everyone does. >.> )

Come on, why do they have to keep us waiting in suspence like this? I want to know who the fucking regulars are going to be this year already! There's fashionably late, and then there's Hyoutei. You'd think with so much money they'd be quicker about things.

Hey, uh, Choutarou? Do you want to do something... together? But not go out somewhere, because...

Oh, fuck it. Choutarou, I need to see you sometime, to talk. Maybe this weekend? Ah, and it's nothing bad.

(ooc: This does bring up a good question, actually. How are we deciding Hyoutei regulars? We gonna have to fight it out amongst ourselves? XD; I vote Shishido/Choutarou for D1! Yuushi/Gakuto for D2! Jirou can be a reserve and be fine with it if he needs be.)

Fine, what the hell, I'll start writing a bunch of shit on this thing, but I'm not going to be weird and make it into some sort of pansy diary.

Choutarou, you're not allowed to go anywhere without me, so how about you come somewhere with me this weekend? Food, movie, tennis practice, whatever, it's up to you.