*skips out* Hello All! Today I will do it! I will own Kingdom Hearts!

Demyx: *strums sitar* How are you going to manage tat?

Me: I'm uh... Hmmm... *sighs* I don't know...

Demyx: Then tell them.

Me: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. There I said it. Now play a song! *plops in front of Demyx as he rocks out on sitar*

January 9, 2012

Today was relatively uneventful. I slept wonderfully last night in my new room. And I didn't have to start cooking today, thanks to all the bread I made yesterday. I spent most of the day getting situated in my room.

Luxord came by around ten. He said Saix was still sick with his mysterious illness. Luxord asked me if I had any idea what it could be. I casually put a poster on my wall and suggested food poisoning.

Luxord left a bit later, mumbling about food poisoning and 'consulting the dice'. I made a mental note not to get sick anytime soon, because Luxord might decide that my chances of getting better were slim, and that he didn't want to waste his time fighting the 'choice of fate'. As he so kindly stated about Saix's sickness. Which was of course, merely ex-lax induced. But I kept my mouth shut and left Luxord to wonder about the 'hand of fate'.

In my room there was a full size bed against the wall, right next to a window. A dresser stood across the room, across from the foot of the bed. Next to my bed was a nightstand, and next to that was a full length mirror. I also had a desk in the corner, and against the wall opposite my bed was a closet. The closet was perfect for what I needed. My clothes all got stuffed into the dresser, which still had room to spare, and my stuff went into the closet. I stacked my books on a crate I shoved into the closet. I also managed to find more boxes and build some more shelves into the closet. While I was working on my project, Axel came in.

"Hey new neighbor," he said, moving to sit on my bed as he started going through my stuff.

I was trying to stop the contents of my closet from toppling onto me. The things I had managed to shove in were threatening to fall as they were precariously balanced.

So when Axel started going through my stuff, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

"Oooh, what's this?" Axel asked in an interested tone. I glanced over my shoulder to see him holding my journal. Not this journal, but the one with all my fun stuff to do while living with the Organization.

"No! Don't-"I had cried, as I let go of the boxes to save my journal from Axels' clutches. As soon as I let go of the boxes, they all fell, on top of me. And I had managed to fit quite a few things in that closet in the short time I had been working on it.

Axel of course, was no help. He just burst out laughing while I struggled to get up.

Basically, Axel read the first few pages of my journal, and has deemed himself to be my co-conspirator. Only once I had agreed to let him did he help free me. He didn't however, help pick up, and soon left.

Xaldin came by soon after, and watched silently as I struggled to replace the contents of my closet in a manner that would not have everything come toppling down on me every time I opened the door. Xaldin left, just as silently as he came. I don't know what's up with him. I will have to investigate sometime.

Only two other people stopped by today, Demyx and Roxas. Demyx was acting weird. We was really loud, and then would randomly burst out laughing. Roxas told me he was on a sugar high. I was surprised to discover that I am the same age as Roxas, seventeen. I don't know why I thought he was younger, but it was a pleasant surprise.

All in all, I had a good day. My room is set up, and I've gotten to know some of the Organization's members, and even gained a co-conspirator. I guess it's a good thing Axel didn't see my plan to tie balloons to his hair…