There goes my ride.

Hi journal. Is there anything interesting going on? No? And no one's gotten hurt in some sick twisted way? I don't have a roomate yet? Good, I guess it's okay.

It never changes.

Guess who has a room to themselves?

I need an espresso machine.

And while I'm at it I should paint the room black and maybe hang this giant poster of Yazoo in a toga up. No, I don't actually have a poster.

In order to make up for my behavior in the past, I will be following my brother's footsteps in pursuit of becoming a RA.

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You may be able to take away my freedom over the network...

But never, will you be able to take my voice.

Total darkness, huh?

Time to have a little fun.

[[ooc: Kadaj shall be running through the Hibiscus and Petunia buildings with a large stick in hand, hitting each door very violently. If your character is still in their dorm, feel free to have them notice and comment on it later~]]

Nothing changes.

I need something to do. That doesn't involve school, extracurriculars, anything in that category. Preferably something violent. I'm sick of studying. I'm sick of practice, reading lines, but I'll keep doing it as much as I have to. I have to make it until the play. I just...

I need out.

I'm out.

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...You know, on second thought, I think I'll manage to tolerate it here. They're here. Even though I'm perfectly capable myself.

Provided I have the right entertainment, that is.

Humiliating someone tonight, after work. Anyone want to watch?

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And here I thought I had escaped highschool. All that hard, strenuous work for nothing, huh ( Read more... )