Holy flaming snotsickles!! An update! 8O AND I finally made it past my six chapter block!!! WHOOO!! X3

This chapter and the next are dedicated to Spidey meets Wizard-Theif. Bucketloads of thanks to you guys for pushing me to actually update. If you hadn't, who knows when or if this would ever have continued. :)

Fortunately, I had an hour and a half of baseroom study on Thursday, so I spent it writing. :3


Sunday

Gyah! I hate being out of bed before noon, but before the sun has even come up?! This is an outrage and I shall most certainly be sending a very angry letter (plus curse, of course) to whoever is responsible. There I was was, minding my own business, happily dreaming of female attributes and whipped cream and what should fall upon my head? Only half the bloody ceiling! That is NOT a pleasant way to wake up, I can tell you. Once I'd spat out all the plaster I, of course, called Ryou to my room and screamed at him until the sun came up. I had to stop then because the sudden burst of light blinded me and drove me into my closet. I didn't come out again until he'd drawn the blinds, and he seemed in no hurry to do so.

The sun isn't too bad now. Some nice clouds came and covered it up and it was all nice and gloomy again for a while. Then that white crap started falling again, but at least it can't get at me as long as I stay indoors. Well, except in my room. I bet my possessions are getting lovely and wet...I'd better go clear them out.

Wow! You wouldn't believe the stuff I found when I was throwing my shite out into the hall! I found my Frisbee (the one I super glued razorblades to), my cherry bombs, some clean underpants, a stick of dynamite (a present from Marik, if I remember correctly), a bag of half eaten pickled onion Monster Munch (score!), and my gerbil (may the spirits guide his soul to the afterlife). So, all in all, this day hasn't turned out too bad. Now, please excuse me while I go build a nest in the spare room.

That's it, I've had enough! The decorations, the cheerfulness, maybe even the carollers, I can take. But I will not, I repeat, I will NOT stand for Ryou waking me up in the middle of the night to discuss bloody tree decorations! I tell you, that boy is unnaturally obsessed with that tree. I've found him just standing there, watching it for no good reason. I know for a fact he was there for at least an hour one time. Perhaps he has some childhood trauma I don't know about? Oooo, I'd absolutely love it if it was me that screwed him up! But I digress... (I found that word in the dictionary while I was reading it the other day and I've become quite attached to it). So, Ryou came into my new room, shook me awake, and then started going on about tinsel and candy canes. Apparently he's loosing sleep because he can't decide whether to have a star or an angel on the top of the tree. Like I bloody care! Why does he have to make ME loose sleep over it too? Selfish bastard. I told him this (though I'm not sure if he understood because I was still half asleep and there were a lot more curses in the original version) and he just gave me a blank look then carried on reading his 'To Do' list. So I just got up, took my pillow and left. As far as I know, he was there for the rest of the night, reciting his precious bullet points. I wonder if he ever noticed or cared that I was gone. I, meanwhile, spent the night on the couch. NOT comfortable, I promise you, the thing's a spring-loaded death trap. Why didn't I sleep in Ryou's bed, I hear you ask? Take one tiny little peek into his room, and you'll understand. The guy sleeps in a plushie filled, frilly hell dimension!!!!! It almost makes Tea's apartment look appealing. Almost. Long story short, I got no sleep last night, so now I'm going to go cheer myself up by buying the ingredients for Christmas dinner. By buy, I of course mean steal.