Skyskater's Daily Note: Hey, for all those of you who want to write a story with Yylfordt Grantz as one of the main characters (Szayel's older brother) you will now notice that he has been added to the character's list. How, you ask? Well, let me tell ya. I DID IT! I EMAILED THE ADMINS AND GOT THEM TO PUT YYLFORDT ON THERE! EVERYBODY, BOW DOWN TOWARD THE QUEEN OF AWESOMENESS!

Ahem. This is a triumph in my life.

Daily Advice: When emailing admins of this website, use their first names. If you don't know their first names, guess. The guy who's in charge of categories/characters' names is Zack.

We all went and visited Renji in the hospital after school today. Of course, I had no wish to be even further affiliated with him by showing up at his bedside, but you know. Urahara wanted me to. I mean, it was either that or attempt to scrub off the chalk outline that is shadowing Urahara's nonexistent doorstep. I think that kid did it in permanent Sharpie or something, because that damn outline will not come off.

Anyway, this is a fully un-proofread chapter because the damn author over there (point furiously at Skyskater) is still congratulating herself over managing to make the admins of this website put Yylfordt Grantz onto the list of characters. God. Like it was such a big accomplishment. It's not like she's won the Nobel Peace Prize or anything...

So, let me warn everybody that this chapter will not be censored in any way, shape or form. Of course, none of the chapters are censored in any way, shape or form....not like that makes any difference, right?

But for all those of you who have been too stupid to notice, MY BIRTHDAY IS IN TWELVE DAYS. SO GET ME SOMETHING!!! If you need assistance with what to get me because you've just been skimming the chapters and haven't been reading them properly, please ask the users satscout or Rachel Noelle for assistance. Let THEM be bombarded with PMs. Skyskater's email inbox doesn't need to be jammed any further.

Right. But it's pretty funny how I still have to attend school even though I have just suffered through many long and traumatic experiences. I mean, let's see here, people:

Walking in on people other than your parents having sex: Check.
Hearing the complete and detailed process of the creation of a supposedly asexually reproduced organism AKA Nemu over the intercom: Check.
Being affiliated with an insane person who shall remain unnamed, but climbed up the Empire State Building: Check.
Having to deal with a pregnant man and his equally unordinary pregnancy counselor: Check.
Having my ice sculpture used in drinks during Thanksgiving: Check.
Watching someone enact Sexual Harrassment Panda: Check.

So you'd think school would be the LEAST of my worries, right? But nooooo...instead of being allowed to stay home after the traumatic experience of watching Renji climb up the mini Empire State Building that stupid Urahara erected on top of his shop so his shop would be part of the Japanese skyline with Szayel, then using said pink haired freak as a shield from several multicolored darts, then being shot down by the militia while Byakuya makes an outrageous claim that he could reenact Sexual Harrassment Panda during the time Renji was falling twenty feet, then making contact with the ground and having to draw a chalk outline around him, I have to go to school and learn about the precise location of Mantigua. I don't even know what continent Mantigua is on!

But we went and visited Renji in the hospital. Of course, it took like, fifty freaking minutes just to get inside the damn room, because this old guy with Alzheimer's and no aide was in front of us in line and kept forgetting where it was he was supposed to go. So he was all, "Okay, I'll go to room - er...room...hmm...what darned room was that again? Hmm...perhaps it was room 203? Or maybe...no, that's not right...Room 402? No...that doesn't have that same catchy ring either..."

And when the receptionist offered to help him, he shook her off and squawked, in this really old wheezy voice, "I can do it, young'un! Just because you're all snazzy with that plastic handbag and those blue nails don't mean I can't take care of myself!" Of course, said handbag was leather, but...well, you know.

So after that whole thing got sorted out (which resulted in quite a spectacular display of at least fifteen fire trucks and twenty police officers, who dragged the raving old man out while he was shouting curses about stupid plastic handbags), the receptionist finally let us in to see Renji. Of course, I had never wanted to in the first place, but you know how it is. Oh wait. No. Let me retract that previous statement. You DON'T know how it is, being forced to visit this lunatic in the hospital because he is in the hospital because he watched a primitive movie and decided to drag Szayel up the mini Empire State Building that was supposed to have been part of Japan's skyline but never quite made it and then he fell down because he got shot by the Japanese militia and made contact with the ground very slowly and then got a chalk outline drawn around him! You DON'T know what that's like! So everybody who claims, "Oh yeah, been there, done that," SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Right. So we went in, and guess what Renji was doing? Well, I mean, he was watching King Kong, for, like, the third time in the row, and demanding the nurse to get him more of those Welch's 100 percent All Banana Juice or whatever. Seriously. That's like the most fucked up advertising ploy ever. How do you get juice out of a banana? Unless it was a banana that never had to tinkle so badly in all its life....Okay, now that we have officially grossed you out to the point where you never want to eat a banana again, please let it be noted that even though Renji is incapacitated and is only allowed to remain in the bed, somehow the room got all trashed up. I really don't know how. It's like Ulquiorra came through with the contents of half a landfill. And then some.

You know, I really feel bad for the people who work here at the hospital.

One, they have to work with people like Renji and that raving old man back there, who I'm pretty sure was most likely, no, screw that, WAS indeed, a relative of Urahara Kisuke's. Because they get paid for doing that kind of crap.
Two, they have to work with Renji, specifically. Because God knows he gets hurt every single time he attempts to fall down in slow motion.
Three, they have to work with Renji. As if their jobs aren't bad enough.

God. Please, everybody, remind me never to get a job in the hospital. For anything whatsoever. Because I shall refuse and just kill all the people in the hospital so that I won't have to put up with all this crap. Oh wait. I forgot. I already DO PUT UP WITH ALL THIS CRAP. I FREAKING SHARE THE SAME HOUSE AS RENJI.

Okay. God, there is nothing more that I want for Christmas than Renji's head mounted on a silver platter....

December 8
Monday
Renji's Hospital Room...the hospital room number is 666. I wonder why.
Hitsugaya

I can just imagine Renji demanding more 100 percent All Banana Juice...that stuff seems to taste icky. I've never tried it, but it doesn't sound as though it tastes good.

ALSO, NO FLAMES! OR ME AND SHIRO-CHAN WILL TRASH UP YOUR HOSPITAL ROOM WHEN YOU ARE IN THE HOSPITAL AND WE WILL MAKE ULQUIORRA GO THROUGH YOUR HOSPITAL ROOM LIKE A WHIRLWIND WITH HALF A LANDFILL OF TRASH AND THEN SOME!

I don't even know why I put the flame threats up there. Nobody's flamed us...yet...BUT STILL! NO FLAMES!

Later.
Skyskater
And Shiro-chan