*coughhackwheeze*

*Neji is not feeling well. Anyone care to come nurse him back to health?*

ACHOO!

*is in the showers after gym, washing off because being sweaty is gross*

PLOP!

What the hell?! A slug? That's just fucking fantastic.

...Wait, were they that big before?

*starts to peel it off of his shoulder but stops when it spits some sort of liquid out*

Ugh! Disgusting! Now they vomit all...o...ver...eep.

*stares down at the tile that is being ( Read more... )

*sitting in class, trying to look inconspicuous*

/Neji

Today's Neji's birthday, gang. His 17th, to be exact. Feel free to torture him as you see fit.

Also: Summer Gala is the tenth of July now. ;] The theme is Summer of Youth and Life, there'll be a post in Sakura's journal (or maybe the comm, but I doubt it) for decorating the gym.

*waiting tables at the Gilded Cage, against his will*

*is waiting outside of the school for Shikamaru to finish up in detention*

*calls Hinata's phone sounding equal parts pissed and concerned and maybe a little freaked out*

Hinata, I need you to come over, now.

please?

*has discovered that the service doors in the kitchen are currently unlocked....

unfortunately the doors are guarded by the two new cooks*

Hmmm....

You know what's worse than seeing Gai in drag, seeing Gai jumping around in wet drag. It clung in all the wrong places. But other than that and a few bruises I seemed to come out of the dodgeball game without too much injury.

Cleaning my locker, on the other hand, was a complete disaster. My locker was set on fire by the chemicals Lee was using, and ( Read more... )

I've been trying to clean the burnt dog shit out of my locker, but after using bleach and lighter fluid to try and clean it off, I think I'm just going to blackmail Tsunade into giving me request a new locker. Definately one with a better lock.

Also, on a completely unrelated and non-vengeful note: Congratulations on finally figuring out your ( Read more... )

The first time that I walked to my locker and found a bag full of dog crap in my locker, it wasn't funny.

Each time I returned to my locker afterward, during the passing period, each time finding a new bag of dog shit in my locker, it still wasn't funny.
And the final time I returned to my locker and discovered that the new bag had been lit on fire, ( Read more... )