October 4th

***Sorry guys, I've been SO busy with other stuff that I completely forgotten to *ahem* track down Tancred's journal pages but I happened to stumble upon this entry and I hope you guys forgive me for being a very lazy journal hunter. Enjoy!***

It's cold. It's raining. I'm wet.

Today the bus was late today so guess who had to stand in the dark, cold, wet, raining, bitter (is my vocabulary coming back AGAIN?), and I was a frozen penguin who got stuck to a metal pole because it was stupid enough to stick out its tongue and...

I'm rambling. Wow, I have got to stop doing that or it'll become a habit.

Today was not a good monday, and I'll tell you why. Late bus, some kid puking over my cape (apparently he gets car sick very easily), I slipped and fell in front of Em, I was late to class, I was late to another class-you know what? I was late to ALL my classes. Why? I was very slippery today. And stairs are now my mortal enemies.

And also people who didn't help me get up too, they just stared at me and walked off. How rude of them, not helping a poor guy like me up. Someone needs to teach them how to be polite, like me.

Nah, just kidding. I'm not polite, not all the time. I have my days. Like today, oh how I hate today. Have I mentioned that?

Anyway, right now I'm close to having people discover that I'm writing in you. Do you know how much trouble you caused me? Not only does my hand hurt in class, but right now you're making my hand hurt when I'm supposed to go to sleep.

So why the heck am I writing in you again? Mom doesn't check you anymore, does she? I'm going to go back and look through the entries and see. I don't trust her.

Again, why am I writing all of that down? If I'm wrong and mom DOES check, she'd see all of this.

I need to stop rambling.

And I need to get a journal with a lock.

No, wait, scratch that out! That's called a diary! Journals I can sorta live with...maybe...well, not really...I still don't know how I'm still alive... But diaries, I would make an arrangement with Daggy and make him drown me again, even if he IS on our side now.

Hehe, I still have his sea urchin. I took it back from him and he can't find it. I know, I know, it's mean, I admit it, but just in case. I don't completely trust him, not yet. I mean, think about it-why am I telling a journal to think?-he drowned me. DROWNED ME. I was dead.

Actually, it wasn't that bad. I felt at peace. Did you know that death is just another world? Really! It's like a dream. In my dream, or death, I was dreaming (or deathing, I don't know) I was eating hot dogs. Then the Flames woke me up. Or revived me, and I was hungry.

Yeah, dream/death hot dogs don't really count towards your stomach. I find that disappointing.

Yeah, well, my hand is sore, I have an essay I have to write now (it's due tomorrow and I don't even have my name written on it) and it's ah, one in the morning. How sweet is that.

Note that I'm being sarcastic here.

Tancred