Six
Okay, I've survived but Ryoukins nearly killed me for it, just as I'd suspected. Well let's just say that Mr. Spanish-Inquisition gave me the third degree on why in the name of arse I was home so early. When I told him that it was a random day off he didn't believe me. Then when I told him the truth I got… the thirty-gazillionth degree on why I should be nice to people. So I told him to go fuck Otogi… and he went bright red. Hilarious. It's tempting to bring up what he did last night… maybe later. He began to snap like a crocodile at me, and that's when I ran off.
I'm now at the park near our house. I can't be arsed to go back now. I wanna set fire to something; Marik and I were for a while after I got here… we set fire to some lady's 'fur' coat, but it was fake fur so it went up in flames, it was so funny! But then Marik slunk off for his appointment with a shrink so I'm stuck here on my own. Well it's still amazingly better than being in school. Ergh my head hurts. Maybe I should go nick some more vodka from somewhere: perhaps my dear Russian friend will get rid of this hangover of mine. I still don't see why Ryoukins is being such a wuss though; it was only a lot of vodka, it could have been worse. Like mixed-mizer-marik's: those are what we called the cocktails Marik, Malik and I brewed up before: contained absynthe, vodka, rum, gin, martini, tia maria, red wine, white wine, champaigne, smirnoff, saki… just about every alcohol we could find/steal. Oh yeah, and window cleaner. That was when we were drinking window cleaner. Well Marik and I kinda mistook it for gin after a bit but whatever. Those things caused a hangover and a half… and made Malik violently sick, got Marik in a fairy outfit and me in a dress.
Why am I writing all this down? Do I want Ryou to blackmail me? Who gives a damn? I'm bored out of my skull. Meh, I'll go back to the house and face the Spanish inquistion: maybe I'll find out why he's got a crush on Otogi of all people. I'll write more when I find out.