Shit, I need a drink.

So, once you get bored with one person to make fun of, you move onto another, right, Kitty, Yami? I find it rather ironic that you're both under the mistaken impression everyone's hitting on you, too. You two must really love the attention.

By the way, Yami, you can take your ambulance and shove it somewhere painful. ♥

Kilts, hm? Could be worse, I suppose.

After an ever-so-fun fight with my father, a plane flight and a couple of train rides, I'm finally back in Japan. Staying in a hotel, but if the living accomodations on campus turn out to suck, I may just look for an apartment or something off-campus.

In other news, I think my hair is now long enough to be called a crew cut. Having hair is more annoying than I remember.

And it seems I've missed out on the tournament. Oh, well.

Thinking of growing my hair out, once school starts up again. Suppose that'll be soon, if the new renovations are actually taking place. Anyone still in Domino seen if there are any, or if that was all just talk?

Either way, I think I'll fly back out to Japan within the next few weeks. If Domino isn't open, I'll find somewhere else.

On top of that, I need a job.

It can't be healthy to be awake and functional at this hour. Then again, maybe it's just as well - if I do my sneaking before the sun comes out, I can spend the rest of the day inside, where it's air conditioned. The heat has been oppressive lately, more so than usual, and it just reminds me why I like Japan's weather better.

Nothing much to report, which makes me wonder why I got on my journal in the first place. Still on house arrest, still bored, still making failed attempts to 'study.' Father's not too pleased with how far I've slipped after a semester of doing nothing, so he's personally making sure I spend my summer catching up. Funny, that's his idea of taking an interest in my life.

The sun's already rising. I need some coffee.

Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive. Just took me a while to finally figure out how to get the lock undone so I could sneak out once and a while. Yes, a combination of coming home to find me three bottles into his liquor cabinet and to find me with a healing broken nose caused me to get "grounded" by my father. What a lovely welcome home.

Not sure when I'll manage to get back to Japan. Depends on if I can catch Father in a distracted enough mood that he'll just say yes to get rid of me. In the meantime, I really need something to do.

By the way, Kitten, thought you might be interested to know that I can and have pulled since I got here. And gotten laid. Chalk it up to extreme boredom.

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I, like a majority of the school, am now officially home for the summer. Haven't seen Father, yet, but I won't complain about that.

Otherwise, nothing interesting to speak of. It's hot, surprise surprise, I'm jetlagged and I have a pounding headache. Yay.

Yami, Yuugi, anyone else heading to Egypt - any plans to visit Cairo at all? Perhaps I can use the excuse of a school friend in town in order to get out of studies for a bit. Either that or I'll just sneak out the window.

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I'm tired. When is 'school' supposed to let out, anyway?

Walking into the gym still bleeding and bashed up was definitely not my smartest idea. As if I didn't get enough weird looks already.

Stupid fucker. I don't even care what we were fighting about anymore. This is not over.

Ow.

Gee, and here I almost neglected this thing. Well, we can't have that.

Christ, I'm bored. Despite all my ditching classes back when they were still on, I'd still rather be in class right now than just be sitting around here doing nothing.

I spoke with Father a few times, when I could get my hands on a phone. He wants me to come home - said he'd find me a tutor or something, and that slacking off isn't acceptable and all that - but even a half-burned, boring wreck of a school is more fun than being back there. Of course, I'll have to go home eventually, presuming we do get "let out" for summer break. Summer in Egypt, no doubt making up all the work I'm currently missing, goody goody.

Seriously, though. Someone give me something to do.

Of all the places in this school, they would put us in the gym. Figures. I ditch gym class all year, only to have to spend all of my waking hours in this disgusting place.

There are so many people in here. The numbers are slowly decreasing, but more than twenty, or even ten, is too many for me in one room. When it rains, they don't even let us leave, so it gets stuffy and smells like sweat and bad perfume.

Still, Father's away on business, as usual, so it looks like I'm stuck here until I can actually reach him. Wonderful. I don't even know any of these people and I've run out of things to do but avoid playing Chinese Whispers and all the other fun little games they keep trying to play.

Speaking of whispers, there's an "on good authority" type rumor going around that the Ethics teacher who looks - looked? - like me and had almost the same name as me died in the fire. That's somewhat depressing, really. He still creeped me out with the funny way he would look at people, myself included (not to mention the fact that he looked like me), but I suppose, if he is dead, I'll have to feel bad for thinking things like that about him. Rest in peace, professor. If you're really dead, that is.

Well, things have been...interesting at school, I suppose. Just as well I like to avoid people - everyone at this school seems to be every kind of crazy.

I didn't bother going to visit that kid who was in the asylum (who the hell makes that an assignment? I mean, really.), so I suppose detention's in my future. Oh, woe.

At least finals are over. I'm sure I at least passed them all. So now I'm waiting around at the airport, using a lounge computer and waiting to go home; I can hardly contain my glee. Father, for one, will be dreadfully pleased to see me. I wonder who he'll send to pick me up from the airport this time. Whatever. It's off to home we go.

Perhaps this place will be more interesting than I first thought. There are plenty of amusing people here. Heh, some more than others.

Though, I swear the Ethics teacher keeps looking at me funny, one or two girls constantly giggle at me when I walk past, and what's with all the therapy offers going around campus? What is this, Psychology for the Future?

Meh.