Kyoya hasn't been around lately. Makes me wonder if his father really did force him home after all.

Anyway, Suzuran's still quite the shithole. Some interesting events as of late. Nothing anybody would care about, of course.

( private [long] )

Just when things can't seem to get any more interesting, it appears the Elrics have come to attend Suzuran. Funny finding them here. The string of events that have occured recently make me laugh, really. After all, it's such a blessing that insipid pair of brothers has come in such close proximity to myself, don't you think? A couple years ago I would have ever hated your presence, but now I realize the joys of reacquainting myself with the two of you. I'm sure you can hardly contain yourselves. Truly.

Apparently Culture Day was yesterday. I didn't bother going, of course. It's always reduced to such a spectacle, and for a day at that. And to think we're always learning about the longevity of civilizations. I suppose irony isn't education's strong point, ne, liebe Lehrkörper?

Doesn't matter. I spent my days doing worthwhile things, which is a big shocker to all you idle ones, I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to write to Mother. Ah, Edward, Alphonse, such a shame you have no one to write to, ne? Ah, wait-my mistake. Is that overbearing girl still waiting at home for you? Really, I should write to her. You won't be coming back, I know. Your kind never does, and I'm aware of that even if she isn't. I almost feel sorry for her, being left on her own like that. Almost. Really, Edward, can you imagine how lonely she is now that the two men in her life have walked out on her?

Oh, wait. I suppose you can, can't you? Funny how that works.

Kakashi has paired me with cat boy in science. Fucking lovely sense of humor, sensei. Truly.

School's been the same as always. I should sleep in it more often. Not like it'd make a difference anyway. Impressed the roommate with my wealth of knowledge, apparently. Catching people off guard is always a pleasure of mine.

Gossip's been cluttering the hallway's chatter lately. Always whispering from gaggles of girls; it's especially bad when they feel the urge to squeal and giggle in that annoying high pitched way of theirs. I try to shut them out, but I still often leave the school with a damn headache anyway.

( the last laugh of this show; or, private )

So it's the prodigal son's birthday. But I suppose I should catch up on school first, eh?

Classes

09:00-09:50: English: I once mentioned this subject was rarely taught well. I suspect I am right. Hughes likes to babble far too much about his precious baby girl, it seems. Oh, I'm sure her first word and her second birthday all somehow connect to the subject, but unfortuately it seems I'm at a loss to decipher the significance. My critical thinking skills are suffering, I think. Pity. Cat boy seems to think I have an agenda against him. Quite amusing, really.

10:00-10:50: Science Our teacher reads porn during class. Need I say more? Almost makes me wonder if I should be annoyed or in near admiratin, simply because the admiistration would faint if they knew. But I never did have a fondness for the subject. Father He'd be ashamed if he knew. At least Mother damn well respects my choices.

11:00-11:50: Math: Boring. Easy as always. But boring.

12:00-12:45: Lunch: Whatever.

12:45-01:35: Japanese: Our teacher is a mess if I've ever seen one. Scatter-brained, emotionally unstable, and incomprehensible through all her jilted babble. Mother would be appalled. Rightfully so. I'll ace the subject anyway.

01:45-02:35: History: A decent teacher, finally. Polite. Organized. Suzuran's wet dream. Typical teaching style, but it's better than the other half witted teachers we've got.

02:45-03:35: P.E.: Heard this one's a bitch. Hmm. We'll see if it's worth attending.

These fools make me miss Mother's company. She may be a bit off in the head, but at least she's damn intelligent, much as I complain about her. Didn't forget about my birthday after all, it seems. Warranted me a sentence or two in the white wash background of an e-mail. Half-hearted attempt, really, but it did make me smirk. Birthdays are a narcisstic thing, really. She knows that, and she knows I know that, but she never does fail to commemorate it even in the most blase way.

The roommate and I are settled in. Quite the rich one, he is (pardon, Kyoya, if it's ever bad manners to discuss this kind of thing). There's an irony in it Mother would appreciate, I think. Still, for the product of 'high society', he's not too bad. Quiet, at least. Knows not to invade my fucking space. I almost feel bad his supposedly sharp mind is stuck being blunted at Suzuran. Then again, if he survived that kind of prudishly polite society and kept an inquisitive mind in tact, maybe there's hope for him yet.

( private )

happy birthday to me.

Suzuran finally fucking gave us our dorm assignments. I do so admire the punctuality of our lovely institution. Really, it's touching to see how much they care for our well being.

Lucky me seemed to end up with a decent roommate after all. He seems intelligent, at least, albeit polite to an almost nauseating degree. Still, I expect to grow tired of him soon. People just exhaust me, really. We'll see what he's like in person tomorrow, now, won't we?

I did find our dear Hughes' journal, however. Nice to see teachers passing judgment on their students already, isn't it? Such a refreshing example for the little girl, mm?

I've altered the uniform, of course. So dreadfully plain. I wonder if the administration's given up on punishing me for spicing it up a bit. As if dying my hair wasn't enough for those straight laced bastards.

Ugh, tomorrow's going to be a pain in the ass. Mother better have damn good coffee waiting for me in the morning. I have to wake up even earlier than usual because of move in. Fucking mother.

( keep bending me on till i'm completely broken in; or, private )

*twitch*

It appears mother dearest had one of her many moments of stupidity. Despite the fact that I damn well live in this city, mother accidently checked the box to have me apply for a dorm. And of course she doesn't remember, just laughs and shrugs and says, "Oh my, what a mistake! Guess you'll have to deal with it, mm?" like it's some damn joke to be laughed at. Me living with another human being. All. the. time. That's sure to be a fucking riot, isn't it? I'm glad you've amused yoursef by bringing out any and all homocidal tendencies I possess, mother.

Note to whichever one of you fools is unlucky enough to draw me as a roommate: learn to be quiet. Or I will damn well teach you. Understood?

Fucking woman. She may be intelligent, but she's too damn careless sometimes. Thinking about what wreckage she'll bury herself alive in when I'm gone makes my head hurt. She needs someone to look after her, and unless this school gives me what I want for a change I'm not going to be there to make sure she isn't her own downfall.

Bitch probably won't even realize I'm gone.

Those two were made for each other. A match made in hell.

2-B:
09:00-09:50: English.
10:00-10:50: Science.
11:00-11:50: Math.
12:00-12:45: Lunch.
12:45-01:35: Japanese.
01:45-02:35: History.
02:45-03:35: P.E.

Maes Hughes for homeroom.

Ha. Isn't that the ex military bastard? I've heard some funny rumors about that guy. Suzuran really knows how to fucking pick them, all right. You never can tell with idle teenage chatter, though. It's a wonder they can stand upright let alone communicate with their level of brain capacity. Lack of, rather.

English first thing in the morning? They expect me to function properly then? The one subject I can actually stand, if it's taught properly. Which, of course, it never is. Lunch is actually at a reasonable time this year, unlike last year when they scheduled it at goddamn 10 in the morning. But now I have gym last, which I'll probably just cut anyway. It's just another way for the empty headed pretty boys to try and prove their worth. And fail. And look ridiculous in those bizarrely tight shorts (it really would not surprise me if that principle of ours is a pedophile).

So it's another year of that institution of a school. Mother lectured me again about how nice it is to be in Shibuya, how thrilling it is to be away from him, that bastard of a father, but it doesn't make the dull lessons much more bearable. Do I really need to be taught this? I know enough on my own, thanks. I don't need some half assed authorty figure ordering me around. Hell, I'm probably better qualified to teach than them. Ah, too bad I don't care, ne? Too godamn bad indeed.

I'm sure gaggles of teenage girls are squealing over seeing their OMGBBFS!11one again. I almost feel bad for the fools. Shame that I don't. Everything's temporary. Transient. People don't stay. Relationships rot. Shit happens, and they won't be able to deal with it when the time comes. Guess we need to weed out the weak, though. It's how society works. Accept it and move the crap on.

It doesn't matter if you like it or not. Things leave-die-whether you're ready or not.