And the Pro-Anzu version…
Day 1 – 5:34 PMMrs. Ito, I hate you. You are an evil, evil woman, and I hope you suffer for it one of these days. I can't BELIEVE you… you, you… TACTLESS… insensitive… SOMETHING I can't write in this DAMNED journal! I mean, journals? Come on… What's the point? It won't improve my character, or anyone else's for that matter. In fact, most people will probably just write some random thing that they didn't even do… That's what I'd be doing now, except my stupid, STUPID morals get in the way.
Stupid conscience.
And you didn't even give me a color I like. You could have given me the baby blue spiral note book, or the purple one, or that one pink one you gave Kaiba (okay, I'll admit, that WAS funny), but no. You give me black. I don't like black. I hate the wannabe Goths who immerse themselves in it; I hate the way people are always all like "leik oMG its nott a reel calor!1" about it. I just don't like it.
So you want me to write about my feelings in this, do you, Mrs. Ito? Well I doubt anyone is going to actually do that. You might read it. Even if you say you're not. If you're reading this right now, I HATE YOU! And I know you WILL read this. After all, how are you going to grade us if you're not going to read this? How will you know we've actually been writing in this? Tell me. Tell me!
Perhaps you intend to read the first page, then skim the rest. Well. You want to know about us? Fine.
My name is Anzu Mazaki. My first name means apricot. Deal with it.
I'm in my second year of high school, and I'll be turning 16 in three months. You better know what I look like, 'cause I'm in your class. Too stress a point: My favorite color light blue while my LEAST FAVORITE is BLACK.
But do you know what I DO like? Ice cream. Yes, ice cream… mmmmm….
We have a tub of samoa girl scout cookie ice cream in the freezer right now. It roXXorz. It's so… so… samoa-y. But I digress. (That's such a great word… along with "quip"…)
Let's see, what else about me? Well… I'm sure you can tell who my friends are, Mrs. Ito, so what about the people I don't like? Hmm…
First of all, there's Seto Kaiba. He's an arrogant, slightly masochistic bastard. Hate is too strong of a word for him, though… but he still REALLY gets on my nerves. ("Destiny? I HATE destiny and any thing slightly supernatural despite all the random flashbacks I've had of my past life! GRRaaaWWRRRrrr!")
Then there's Insector Haga. He's gross and he cheats. He ripped up Yugi's soul card… well, it wasn't really, but, dammit, we thought it was! Stupid heartless ass made Mou Hitori no Yugi cry… (of course, under different, not-on-top-off-a-speeding-train-careening-toward-our-DOOM circumstances I think I would have laughed…)
And Pegasus… well, he did have an almost-valid reason for stealing various people's souls, but there's such a thing as a grudge.
Yami no Malik. You'd have no idea who he is, Mrs. Ito, but he sucked. Along with the Doom Organization… and Mai Kujaku when she's being a bitch.
Vivian Wong and Rebecca! The two Yugi fangirls! GAH! They're so frickin' annoying. I did kinda make peace with Rebecca, but VIVIAN….. grrRRRRrrrRRRRr…..
Finally, Cockroach Man: Yami no Bakura himself. He just won't go away. But I'm getting used to him, at least… hopefully.
So. Those are the people I don't really like. And I've wasted about two pages with boring ramble, so you've probably stopped reading, Mrs. Ito. Nyah. In case you still are….
There are these things called Sennen Items, and they are sshhhhIIIIIIIIneeeey, and some of them have spirits of random ancient Egyptians in them, and Yugi has one, and Ryou has one, and they both have spirits in them, and Yugi's is cool, and we call him Mou Hitori no Yugi, but in fanfiction we usually shorten it to Yami Yugi because we're lazy, and Ryou's is called Bakura for the same reason, and they possess their hikaris/hosts/whatevers, and it is neat.
And if you read through that on-and-on sentence without several eye convulsions and retained the vague notion that I am a sane human being, there's something wrong with you.
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Not that I'm insane. It's just that my life is.
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I'm boooooooooooored. Really bored. Really, really, really, really, really bored. Extremely bored. Unbelievably bored. I didn't know it was possible to be this bored. But I am. So yeah.
Lessee…
OH! Tomorrow, Saturday, I'm going bowling with Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda, and Ryou! Yay! Bowling is FUN!
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Okay. So I've been bowling once in my life and failed miserably at it. (I was at this party in first grade; I dropped the bowling ball on my foot. Owie.) I'm just glad that our school decided to "be more western" and add Saturday to the weekend schedule a couple years ago. It would suck to only have Sunday off…
BUT! Tomorrow I will succeed at bowling! I shall keep my grip, and I shall not drop ANYTHING! NYAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
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Okay. That was a weird laugh.
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Boooooooooredom…
I know! I'll call up Yugi and blast my new CD at him over the phone! Ruin his eardrums! Impare his hearing! NYAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
Right. I think I'll just stop writing the laughing at all… no, I don't laugh like that in real life, just in my head….
So. Calling Yugi now.
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Yugi wasn't home. Mutou Ojii-chan said something about selling lawn gnomes with Jounouchi and Honda. I'm scared.
I'll call Ryou. HE'S not selling gnomes or whatever.
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Ryou didn't answer. It was his yami. Got a very nice lesson in Egyptian swear words. It wasn't very nice.
sigh-
Fine, I'll just babble about my CD in this stupid thing…
Yesterday I went to Target, and as I was heading over to check out the make-up and passed by the imported CDs, and there was Hikaru Utada! I'm so out of it that I hadn't heard about her English CD… but now I own it! Heh, heh. But I don't like it as much as her Japanese ones… It was too AZN Powah-y… I mean, what is Japanesey?
I guess it's because the only major Asian singer in American pop-culture is William Hung… who got famous because he can't sing. Weird.
Well, as much as I'd like to rant about how weird Americans are (particularly a certain, teddy-toting, swearing blonde), mother dearest is calling me to dinner. So long, hateful journal of doomness.
Day 2, 3:34 AM
Gyuh. Juss' got a prank call… errgh… so tired…
But do you know what the call was? Someone chanting, "Meiwaku, meiwaku, meiwaku," over and over. Grawr. I swear, if I ever find this person, I will personally KILL them.
Bowling in the morning. Whoo.
8:42 AM
I feel asleep on my journal. Oopsies? I'm glad I didn't drool on it or anything… but there were weird marks from the spiral binding across my face when I woke up. I looked so sexy… (sarcasm)
12:46 PM
I am SOOO embarrassed!
When I said I couldn't bowl I wasn't kidding. We've play 3 games and I've knocked over a total of, oh, say, SIX PINS! Honda claims it's his first time bowling and he's doing WAAAAY better than me...
So far, Yugi is winning (duh). He keeps picking up spares. First, he knocks down most of the pins then Yami takes over and knocks the rest down... Talk about teamwork.
Ryou is surprisingly good at this. He's was only about 5 points behind Yugi and Yami in the first two games and I'm guessing he'd be winning if his yami didn't keep taking control and running off to the video games. A lot of people left the alley with A LOT of missing change...
So anyway, I decided NOT to compete in the third game (too bad to go on... -.-;;). I am now sitting in the bathroom and ranting away in THIS STUPID JOURNAL!
Why am I still writing in this? Jounouchi claims he just wrote like three lines in his yesterday... Yugi and Ryou have like a page and Honda hasn't even started his yet...
My cell phone's ringing...
OHMYGOD! It was Dad... Grandma's sick and in the Hospital! Got to go!
9:08 PM
Note to self: KILL Dad. Grandma is fine. She's still living in some fancy Tokyo apartment with four cats and a creepy landlord. Dad just wanted me home.
Why, you ask?
BECAUSE MY PSYCHO AUNT IS MOVING IN WITH US!
This is bad. Not good. Horrible. Bad, bad, bad.
You see, Aunt Kagami is exactly the most SANE person in the world. Apparently, she got kicked out of her apartment AGAIN and was fired from her job... AGAIN. Grandma (her own MOTHER!) refuses to let her crash with her so dad (being her much older brother) agreed to let her stay with us...
She is eviler than Ito.
If you've never met Aunt Kagami, you wouldn't understand… you just… wouldn't.
I am not related to this woman. She is an alien grandma found it a crop circle.
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AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Kagami is moving in on Thursday, so that gives me about five days to talk her out of it... But how? How do you talk an insane woman out of living with you? After thinking this problem over for an hour or so I went straight to the expert: Ryou Bakura.
As to avoid what happened LAST TIME I called Ryou's house I decided to mask my voice on the off chance that his yami was in control at the moment. My conversation went something like this...
"Moshi moshi?" said a deep voice.
Disguising my own (voice, that is), I answered, "Moshi moshi! My I please speak to Ryou?"
"One second; may I ask who's calling?"
At this point I figured out it was his dad.
"Um..." I replied in a very intelligent manner. "No."
"Why not?" Mr. Bakura wanted to know.
"It's a, uh, secret."
"OOOOOOOoooooOOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhh! I get it!"
"Huh?"
He pulled away from the phone and yelled. "RYOU! PHONE!"
I barely made out Ryou's voice in the background. "Who is it?"
I assumed Mr. Bakura was handing over the phone as he said something very, very wrong: "Your secret admirer." You could just SEE him winking at poor Ryou.
"Eh?" I squeaked.
"Uh, hello?" Ryou was on the phone now.
I hung up the phone as fast as possible.
How embarrassing! I mean, me and RYOU? He's nice and all, but I just can't see me and him TOGETHER. I am never going to call Ryou again...
Hmmm? My mom just said she's going out to buy a futon for Aunt Kagami... Wait, WHAT! She's going to stay in MY ROOM?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Kagami can't stay in MY ROOM! Who knows what she'd do to it? We visited her for Christmas two years ago... Her entire apartment was painted BLOOD RED! I mean who in there right minds would paint a room that color, never mind the whole apartment? And she had dumped like ten gallons of glitter on her carpet (which was BLACK!). I mean, it looked kinda cool (a side from the fact it was black) but you got glitter stuck to your foot where ever you went. Plus, she has something against "white light." Her whole apartment was lighted by lava lamps... And she had these paintings of people being BEHEADED every where you looked... and these cardboard dolphins covered with tin foil were all over the place... and she had like 50 goldfish...
It was WEIRD.
Plus, my Aunt is infamous for joining this "vampire cult" thing when she was in college... She STILL (according to dad) cuts herself every once and a while to drink the blood.
She will ruin my reputation… my friends must never know of this. Never ever.
Ever.
Anzu's comments on Hikaru Utada's English CD are almost direct quotes from my Japanese teacher.