Disclaimer: Own nothing hahahaha they're coming to take me away I DON'T OWN YUGIOH!
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
A whole new side of Seto Kaiba.
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Dear Journal,
Why the hell am I writing in a journal? Maybe I'm going insane. Maybe my memory's failing so much that I can't remember a day without jotting it down. Maybe my personality's done a complete 360-degree turn and I've started to like writing like a schoolgirl.
Maybe I should shut up and answer my own question. The reason I have a journal is because my teacher told me I should keep one. Yes, that's right. The teacher told me I looked stressed, and a way of relieving stress is to write a journal. Even though I am the rich CEO of a billion-dollar company, teachers still have the right to boss me around, because I'm a minor.
What does one write in a journal? Maybe I'll start with my day.
Today I got up a 5:00 am as usual, went to an early-morning meeting, then came home to make breakfast for Mokuba. Then I drove Mokuba to school, parked my car, and went to the Starbucks across the street for a bagel. I was still early for school.
Oh, to hell with this. This is monotonous. I'll skip ahead to an amusing part.
Well, I met Yugi and his pet chihuahua in the hall. The mutt threw a pencil at me, and yelled to the whole hall that I wear pink underwear.
Hah, stupid move. I then asked the mutt very loudly exactly how he knew what color my underwear was. Then I commented, still very loudly, that I was very curious about a shady figure lurking outside my bedroom window yesterday. The mutt was humiliated.
Plus, in science class, I put some weak acid on the dog's seat. When he sat down, it burned a hole through his pants, and showed his underwear. Mai seemed very interested. Must remember that to further mortify the stupid dog.
Haha, I am a genius.
I must go, Mokuba's knocking on my door.
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Later
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I am furious. Completely enraged. Someone has been beating Mokuba up at school, and said that if he told they would kill him. The poor kid couldn't handle it any more, and came sobbing to me. I will personally slaughter whomever did this to my little brother.
In fact, I'm so acrimonious that I can no longer write.
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Still later
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Why am I writing in the middle of the night? I suppose writing can be rather soothing. I need to do something other than think, because then I will only confuddle myself further into insomnia.
Hm. I wonder...when males say something, you can normally understand them perfectly, but when females say something, there are at least two hidden meanings? I was eavedropping when Mai and the mutt were talking, and here's how it went:
Mutt: Hey, Mai.
Mai: Hi, Joey!
Dog: I love that new outfit you're wearin'.
Mai: Ew! You pervert!
Chihuahua: Why? What'd I say? I just really like that skirt, it has really pretty stripes-
Mai: Were you really staring down there? And it's not a pattern, it's tye-dye!
Dueling Monkey: I really couldn't tell, it's kinda short-
Mai: Are you saying I dress like a hooker?
Puppy: NO! I just like your outfit!
Mai: You could have said so without insulting me, jerk.
Pathetic dog: Okay, sorry.
Mai: Why do you even bother apologizing? I know you'll just insult me again.
Very confusing. I think I'll go to sleep, my brain's tired.
And thus passes my first day writing in a journal.
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