Sorry it's been soooo long since my last update. I've got finals coming up so life has been pretty hectic, but now I've decided I needed some creative relief and thus, we have another chapter. So now I just need to figure out what to write. Enjoy.

In the apartment Mai and Ty Lee share…

"Mai, do you have a carrot stuck up your nose?"

"What the hell are you going on about now, Ty Lee?"

"You know, a carrot, the pointy orange things. Do you have one stuck up your nose?" Ty Lee asked.

"Umm… no."

Ty Lee frowned. "Ah. I see. I really want to go glomp the senior greeters."

Mai's eyes widened. "What the hell?" she repeated.

"You know the old people in hospitals and schools that have nothing better to do so they just sit around in the entrance hall and say "hi" to everyone who walks in like they have some sort of meaning to their lives. The senior greeters. I want to go glomp them."

"Yeah, uh, you go do that. Meanwhile I'll get the money to bail you out of jail again for not respecting people's personal space," Mai said. "Or better yet, have fun in prison with the psycho axe murderers."

"Oooh. Ozai will be there?"

Even Mai laughed.

Second verse same as first… oh uh… I mean… an excerpt from Azula's diary…

Dear Diary,

I don't know why I bother with this thing. I expect it is because some day my thoughts may be worth millions. Not that I need millions. Daddy made me go to this stupid ballroom dancing thing today, which might've been alright if it weren't for the instructor. Can you believe it was that same psycho that suddenly appeared in my room last Tuesday? Jed or whatever the hell his name was… I think it was Jet… Ahg. Why does his name matter? It was awful. I felt like an idiot and then he was looking at me and…. And I don't know what. It was awful. I hope I never have to see him again, but then there's this small part of me (mind you it's a very small part) that actually likes seeing him. Jesus Christ, this sucks. Jesus Christ? When did I get religious?

On a different note, daddy's letting me have more control in the business soon. He says he's going to let me in on his research project real soon. Now I get to find out what he's doing in the lab late at night when he thinks I'm asleep. This is going to be great.

I was thinking about Mai and Ty Lee the other day. I've been thinking about them ever since I saw them in that's psycho's crazy portal thing. I wonder how they've been. I haven't seen them since the explosion. Wow that was a long time ago. But after that they didn't want to stick around. I doubt they want to see me again. Not after everything that's happened.

Well, I should be getting off to bed. It's late, way late. Actually it became Sunday a few minutes ago. Goodnight.

-Azula

Where Sokka's at…

"Hey, Daddy, guess what?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"I'm a Jedi!" the little girl pronounced.

"No," said her sister pushing her out of the way. "I'm a Jedi."

"Hey, guess what?" Sokka said quickly.

"What?" the two girls demanded, forgetting their argument and staring up at their father expectantly.

"If you're both Jedi, then I'm the Jedi master! Where's my lightsaber?"

In one of the city's numerous dark alleyways…

"I hear that you're having a few problems with that key there," a dark voice said from the shadows.

Jet nodded.

"I need this job done soon. You better get that key to work."

"I'm trying."

"You aren't trying hard enough. The key will take the user to wherever his greatest desire can be fulfill. Obviously you aren't thinking properly. You do want him dead, don't you?"

"Yes," Jet said quickly.

"Then I see now problem as to why the key will to take you to the place where you may kill him," the voice said coldly. "I'm running out of patience. If he's not dead by Friday, you will be."

Jet's blood ran cold. This was way more serious than he had expected and he couldn't back out now. "He'll be gone. I promise."

In the living room with my two most favorite couples…

A brightly colored game board glistened on the coffee table. The golden letters Trivial Pursuit were stamped in the center, surrounded by variously colored squares, each representing a different category. Two couples gathered around the gameboard, Zuko and Katara, and Toph and Aang.

"How many people die each year by choking on pen caps?" Aang read out. "A, none, B, three, C, eight, or D, twenty-seven."

"What kind of shitty question is that?" Zuko exclaimed.

"It's miscellaneous, moron," Toph said.

Katara rolled her eyes. "Eight."

"Correct!"

Zuko gazed at her. "How did you know that?"

Katara blushed a little. "Back in high school my psycho teacher used to post bizarre facts on her white board. That was one of them. I told Song that one once when she was chewing on a pen cap and it freaked her out."

Zuko picked a card out of the box. "Which ancient Greek Goddess was known as the protector of unmarried women? A, Hera, B, Aphrodite, C, Artemis, or D, Persephone."

"Artemis," Toph responded promptly.

Aang drew another card from the box. "What candy's ad campaign starts with the phrase 'how many licks does it take to get to the center of a, blank? A, Laffy Taffy, B, Twix Bar, C, Reeses Peanut Butter Cup, or D, Tootise Pop."

"Tootsie Pop!"

And now the daily poetry section with our writer, Uncle Iroh!

"Why is my nephew so damn mad?

His daddy hates him, that's why

Why is my niece so damn evil?

She was born lucky, that's why

Why is my brother so damn dastardly?

He's a maniacal monster, that's why

Why am I so damn bored?

I have nothing better to do, that's why

Nothing better to do

NOTHING

BETTER

EVER

I think I'll have some tea now."

That's all for now. The convo between Mai and Ty Lee is based on me and my psycho friend. Yes we periodically ask each other if the other has a carrot shoved up her nostril. Oh and I really did have a teacher who did the weird fact thing and I really did make someone stop chewing on a pen cap because of it. And gosh darn it, Iroh makes and awesome poet. Though I like the fluffy cloud one better. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll try to update soon.