Mako's Message: Not to jinx myself but... only three days since my last update? I think I'm getting back into the swing of things! At least I better. I have a lot i need to cover and the faster I do it the better.


Fuck tryptophan.

Seriously.

I'm usually up for another few hours but right now it's taking all I've got just to keep my eyes open. I've got a lot to catch up though, so I'll have to be quick unless I want Hit Girl's career to end, not at the buisness end of some gangsters gun, or in her sleep at old age, but at her desk, having fallen asleep writing and speared herself through her eye on her pen.

With everything that's been going on the last few weeks, I've barely been able to keep up with my homework let alone my friends, so I spent most of yesterday catching up with them.

Dillon is doing alright. It may have been a complete failure as far as I'm concerned, but the fact that he went to Homecoming at all has worked out pretty well for him. He's not popular now or anything, but he's gained some respect from his peers. I just hope they don't find out he went with a girl that was younger than him if they don't already. That probably would ruin it for him. Kinda wish he'd gotten to dance with Riley now. Or angela or Jessi. Either would have done.

But he's doing alright, and he's made a friend or two, and he thinks this one girl might be interested in him. But, he's not sure if she's interested or just not ignoring him.

I'm familiar with that problem, but I'm the last person who could help him solve it.

Angela's annoyed with me, and so are Cameron and Tashaya. Apparently I flaked on the last two cheerleading practices. Oops. Sorry, I was just busy taking out psychopaths, didn't mean to miss practice. It doesn't help that we have a competition coming up. Angela's been training extra hard so she'll be in top condition for it and was hoping I'd be able to help her, but... yeah. I kinda dropped the ball on that too. Hopefully I'll be able to make it up to her. And the team.

Jessi, however, is walking on air.

Seems she's found herself a boyfriend. Angela hasn't met him, but she said Jessi's been texting him constantly. Jessi, surprisingly, seems kinda embarrassed about it, but she's obviously over the fucking moon for this guy. Angela thinks she met him at the library, since that's where she's been spending her free time lately. Trying to get more out of Jessi just results in blushy silence.

Guess she has a thing for hot librarians. That means he's probably a lot older than her...but hey, if he's a librarian he's probably a decent guy, right? I mean, I doubt a guy who likes books that much could be a douchebag.

Anyway, today was Thanksgiving and Marcus invited Dave and Mr. L over this year. Nothing special, just the four of us. I tried to help, but I was banished from the kitchen after only an hour. I mean, sure, I mixed up the salt and sugar but that could happen to anyone. And how was I supposed to know increasing temperature doesn't decrease cooking time?

I don't know how I burned the water though...

So I spent my exile in my room until Dave and Mr. L came over. But they started helping Marcus in the kitchen, and I was still banished, so I just sort of hung around the door between the kitchen and the living room, watching them cook and answering Mr. L's questions about school and cheerleading. And that is when Marcus suggested I go play the Wii instead of hanging off the door.

So I sat down and picked a game at random and you it was a rhythm game...I guess. You had to bounce these little bits back with a sliding paddle and if you did it then the bits made a beat that went with the music. Simple right? Fuck no.

Okay, sure, it started off simple enough with the bits coming along every second or so and it was one a nice, simple, black space background. But five minutes in I was afraid to blink and I wanted to scream, "Ohmygodmakeitstop!" Shit was crazy. The bits where moving in increasingly erratic patterns, stopping and waiting until I forgot about them to move, even going fucking backwards and the background was lit up like a fireworks display on an acid trip, and my eyes were starting to tear up cause I hadn't blinked since the bits started flying at me in formation.

It was almost a relief when I fell into the danger zone and everything turned black and white. No shades of grey. Just a solid black background, white bits, white paddle, and no music. I honestly think that was the idea. To give you a break and a chance to recover a little before building yourself back up into that techno nightmare.

I beat Marcus' score, of course (He wasn't pleased, but Dave and Mr. L cheered me.), but once I finally lost I was done with that shit. If I played it any longer I was probably going to give myself a seizure.

Game was a fucking trip.

Dave and Mr. L had fun with it though.

Dinner was good, though Marcus didn't shy away from mentioning the fact that it was no thanks to me. They seemed to think it was hilarious. Only Dave seemed even the slightest bit sorry about it.

It was nice getting to talk to Mr. L. He's a nice guy and I hardly ever see him since he's usually working either evenings or nights. He thinks it's a real trip that I'm in high-school now. He even wondered if I'd be one of those kids that graduates college before their sixteen.

I told him I seriously doubt it, since, even if I'm smart enough to, I just don't care enough to put in that kind of effort.

After we ate we started to watch a movie, but when Mr. L started falling asleep he said he needed to get going, since he had to be at work at dawn because of fucking Black Friday. I asked Dave if he wanted to stay, but he said he had to work in the morning too. Not as early as his dad, but still early.

Since our guests left, Marcus decided he'd turn in after he finished with the dishes. I told him I'd do them, since I didn't get to help with dinner and I don't like feeling useless, and he just shrugged and went up to bed.

But now that that's done and I'm bored the turkey is really hitting me so I might as well just go to bed too.

Maybe I'll spend tomorrow bugging Dave at work tomorrow.