Month…6?

8th of October, Year 2011

Dear Diary,

It's been far too long.

I've been so wrapped up with official business that I could not find the time for idle writing. I hardly had time to breathe in between written reports and lessons.

Today I woke up rather exhausted, having planned on getting a jump on next month's tasks, since I'd completed all that needed to be done at present.

Then I had some tea and read over some reports and went, "Fuck this. Sebastian, have all of the telephones disconnected and contact all of my associates and tell them that we're dealing with something very important for Her Majesty. We're going on vacation."

And so, due to my lack of entries and my newfound abundance of free time, I've decided to write as much as I could possibly think to of things that have happened while I've been away.

First of all, I declared my little leave of absence yesterday. So far it hasn't been very pleasant, but at least it's been better than sitting in a wooden chair for six hours at a time feeling your hand cramp up around your pen and your ass being flattened.

Yesterday, Lizzie had decided to pay me a visit once Sebastian had informed her that I was taking some time off under the impression that I'd be happy to see her.

She arrived around noon, so Sebastian prepared us a luncheon of grilled Rosemary chicken, sautéed asparagus, and mashed garlic potatoes.

While eating, Lizzy asked me what I planned to do during my little retreat.

I told her I was deciding between doing absolutely nothing and sleeping for the entire week.

And with that, she decided I needed a hobby.

Though she knows I have a passion for chess and other games, she declared that such pastimes were, according to her, "totally booooooooring! You can't interact with people at all by playing solitary gaaaaaaames! Even chess won't do! You sit here in silence and don't even look at your opponent! You need to do something that will help you make friends!"

And with that, she dragged me by my ear to a random park and somehow magically produced croquet balls, hoops, and mallets.

It was quite funny, really.

I've never been even remotely decent with croquet, so I ended up smacking Sebastian in the shins on the backswing with my mallet approximately twelve times.

On the ninth time, I could have sworn he uttered something under his breath that sounded strangely like "Trucking pass mole."

Luckily, Lizzy is even worse at the game than I.

The best shot she's made at hitting a ball was when the mallet slipped from her grasp and launched itself away from her, hitting Sebastian directly in the groin.

His was quite funny due to the fact that he made no facial expression, but rather released the faintest of grunts and fell face-first to the ground, not bothering to move his joints in the slightest to break his fall.

He looked as if he were a plank of wood being dropped.

After this little incident, Lizzy tried me on several other things she considered to be suitable hobbies: Badminton, which ended with Sebastian taking a birdie to the eye; Ice skating, which ended with six small children getting under Sebastian's feet so that he fell onto his back; and finally painting, which ended with Sebastian dyed all of the colors of the rainbow and then some.

It was generally not a good day for Sebastian.

If I didn't know him personally I'd have labeled him as emotionally disturbed and assumed he'd go off to cry in a corner and cut himself after the ordeal or something.

In the end, Lizzy decided that I had absolutely no knack for anything but what I already did and returned to her own living place.

As an apology of sorts, I have allowed Sebastian to play with Jazz for the rest of today and tomorrow whenever he so desires, as long as he has no immediate task to handle.

I'm glad this entry turned out to be so long. It's been so long since I've written that this little diary seemed to be empty when I picked it up.

Hopefully, I'll be able to write at least once more before my vacation time expires.

And hopefully, Lizzy won't come up with any more new hobbies to test on me…

Who cares about hobbies? I have money.

-Ciel

OH HOHOHOHON~

Guess who's not dead? ;D

I can't BLIEVE I've neglected my baby for two months.

Damn you, new crazy high school environment! *shakes fist at the sky*

Yup, I started high school.

Freshman power! :D

Anyway, I feel bad about not writing. I've seen some comments saying things like that this fanfic makes their day, and now I feel guilty because I haven't given anyone anything new to smile about D:

I hope this one wasn't too long, boring, or pointless.

I just wanted to write something of considerable length.

Did you pick up on any of the little references? ;D

By the way, thank you to The Teenage Cynic for leaving me a comment suggesting the hobby idea. I put it to good use, wouldn't you agree? :D

I'm thinking about writing a yaoi fanfic about Jace and Alec from a novel series called City of Bones.

If Alec were real and interested in girls as well, he'd be my property XD

Anywho, I'm alive, here's an entry, don't murder me in my sleep with sporks, aaaaaand Alec is sexaaay ;D XD