As most of you might've seen, I'm not 100 percent perfect with my grammer skills and lack a vast vocabulary from most. Sorry 'bout that, but if you wanted a perfect little dairy, go look for Anti-Social's dairy. Hey, it was my journal, so I should've been able to put whatever I wanted in it.

Well apparently there's not much to do while I'm dead now is there? This is good for all you lucky people for now you get to invade more of my privacy. Yay...at least I'm willingly giving out information and such about me this time. Might as well just post up another one of my little reports already.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts I, II, Chain of Memories and all of it's characters within it are copyrighted to Square Enix and/or Disney which is not owned by me, so therefore the characters used in this fic or mentioned in here are not owned by me either.

Larxene's Report, Part II

"Hey Smiting Gods, Suck on This!"

I'm so pissed at those guys up there, or at least I think I am. You think when they tried to kill me by striking me with lighting, they'd kill me! Noooo! Instead, I got lost in the darkness and end up being stuck with even more annoying pests, so thanks a lot whoever's up there! You messed up!

Hmm, why the sour mood? I think it all started with that damned chore chart today that All Great Superior put together. Hell, when I was a Somebody, I lived on my own and had to do my own chores anyways, but I've never cooked. Why is it that the male creatures suspect that something with boobs can automatically know how to cook? I swear after today, I made sure I was taken off the chart whenever it was my turn to cook.

I'll try my best to explain what happened. I was awakened by Xigbar, Axel, and Demyx, who somehow manage to barge into my room. (Note: Need to put up more traps.) Apparently, when you cook for the day, you have to get up earlier than everyone else and make at least three meals a day for eleven men. Usually, you don't have any time to get something for yourself to eat. Anyways, since they saw this as the perfect apportunity, they started making demands for random stuff, while I wasn't even fully awake yet. God, I swear those three never shut-up. Well, I cheerfully got out of bed and made my way towards the kitchen after they let me get ready for the day. They had no other choice, but to wait for me to do my morning duties, for they had become a bit too shocked to even move after they saw what kind of bitch I am in the morning. Hell, Axel's not the only one that can cause third degree burns.

Since I was apparently the last member on the list to cook on the chore chart, most of the food supplies were low. There was no way in hell that I was going to go shopping. Sorry, but I wasn't the type of gal that enjoys going to shops where there's plenty to buy and tons of people around when I was alive. I highly doubt that I'd enjoy it now. Now, I couldn't get in trouble on my second week in the Organization, so I had to come up with something. Apparently, Saix gets really pissed when someone doesn't do their part. You piss off that blue haired freak, he either beats you to a pulp or reports it to his Xemmy. (I've seen both of these happen already to the others and it's freakin' hilarious!) So anyways, everyone had salad this morning. Of course most of them complained, for no real man eats salad anyways. I just told them to grin and bear it, though Pretty in Pink glared daggers at me the whole time during breakfast. Hey! He had enough plants growing about like crazy as it was, so what if I took a few things from his vegetable gardens?

Then lunch came, which over half didn't even show up too. "Missions and what-not" they say; that's bullcrap. (Bet they were trying to score with each other.) I didn't even bother making anything, and the regular annoying boys whinned their pansy asses off about it. Oh smiting gods, I'll give you another chance. Smite these brats! Well, after a few hours, someone cried to Saix, but all I got was an annoying and long lecture that was somewhat of a scolding.

Then at dinner...GODDAMNIT! If they just accepted the freakin' egg sandwiches I made instead of complaining that they didn't like eggs or were alergic, then I wouldn't have blown my top and zapped that stupid Water Sprite! I knew I was going to have to watch myself from killing that mullet headed idiot. Zexion then suggested after someone made sure Demyx was still breathing that I try to make something else. Well, because he never seems fazed by my fits, I had to obey my superior's order's. And, because of me, we don't have a microwave anymore for I did something to it that almost blew up the west wing of the castle. That's also when Xemnas decided that I wasn't fit to cook. Score one for this Savage Nymph!

Anyways, this topic is now getting boring and I need to cool myself down for a while. Guess I'll blast some of my j-rock music or somethin'. At least it might block out the sounds of that annoying Water Sprite, who WON'T TURN OFF DOWN HIS OWN LAME PREP ROCK POSER MUSIC! ...Ha! I just got back from storming into Demyx's room and smashing his boom box with his damned Sitar. That was totally worth a scolding I'll most likely get tomorrow.

Hmm, that was a slightly boring topic. I'm pretty sure I have some other entries that were plenty more interesting and different than this stuff. Guess ya all will have to wait for the later reports when I find them. I think the next one is probably the one with me ranting about some things I'd never expect to see from some of our certain members.