A/N: [EDIT] Sorry, deleting the review responses. Sorry sorry. I'm just renovating this fic, making it funnier and less... well, not funny. Been a while, hasn't it? [/EDIT]

On with the fic!

Wait…

Off with the fic! I forgot a Disclaimer…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Beyblade. A note to anyone who thought otherwise: You are the weakest link! Goodbye! Wait, there's more. I don't own General Hospital, Days of Our Lives, or any other soap. Jawbreakers are not mine, Nerds are owned by Willy Wonka and Cherry Blasters are the best, but unfortunately not mine wither. Anything else isn't mine except the writing itself. I wrote this all on my lonesome.

And NOW, on with the fic!

A note from Max: HEY! I can't believe you all made it through chapter one alive! But you did, and welcome to the second part of my Computerized journal where I record slightly inaccurate thoughts and events throughout my day! Beware: TyHil hinting! Also, mentions of yaoi! If you're offended by this... I'm offended by you. :( Also, insanity, randomness, and people acting like idiots will be included. Oh, a biggie is that people tend to be OOC in this fic. Oh, and Erm the Great is the original creator of "Max stands for Mother is an Absolute Xmoron." There, I said it, happy now?

Tuesday

Ah. Aah. Aaah.

Ray was on my computer!

AAAAAH.

And, he found the RayKai pairing site bookmarked. Oh well. I can't keep a secret anyway.

AND, he almost found Chapter 1 of my journal… but, fortunately, I woke up.

Yes, the reason Ray was looking through all my stuff was because I slept in. Ahem. It wasn't my fault, Tyson and Hilary are usually up and arguing at 7:30 every day!

And I turned off my alarm clock. Oops.

Well, the story is that Hilary slept over at a friend's house so Tyson wasn't screaming at her today. And when I wasn't up by 7:45, Kai sent his marching band (AKA Ray) to wake me up. His super brilliant plan to get me to wake up was to browse through my bookmarked pages and files. Silently.

I hate him.

So, after telling Ray off for going through my computer, I made him leave and went back to sleep.

Only I didn't because Tyson came rampaging through the doorway.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I asked irritably, while password-protecting my desktop. (Yes, you read right: I said something irritably. It's been a LONG day. Well, a long fifteen minutes.)

"No, but I need the sugar stash. It's 'Make Kai More Interesting' time."

Ah, yes. 'Make Kai More Interesting Time' happens every once in a while when we slip Kai a bit of sugar. No, it doesn't make him hyper, but it does make him scream at us. Which is definitely more interesting then he usually is.

So, agreeing to this proposition, I opened my closet and was immediately knocked over by an explosion of… stuff.

But we rummaged through this stuff until we came across the sacred box that goes by the name of: "SUGAR STASH". It's so sacred, the others don't even know it exists. Not that if they did they would care, but still.

Well, they might have just assumed it exists…

ANYWAY, I'm getting off track here.

So, we opened the box slowly and dramatically. It held so much candy that not even Tyson could finish it in a week. Okay, well maybe Tyson could, but no one else.

There was everything from Jawbreakers to Nerds to Cherry Blasters, and any other candy you can think of. Except 'Chocolate Covered Cockroaches.' Just in case you thought of that. I did.

Tyson pulled out a little bag labeled "Kai's Sugar! :-)" and slipped it into his pocket. We shoved the candy back into its box and put everything back into its place in my closet.

Kai could be found reading the newspaper in the living room. Not that we needed him yet, there was still plotting to be done. Yeah, plotting. We created an exciting plan: pour our sugar into Kai's coffee, and run. Very elaborate planning, if I do say so myself. Which I do.

Just as we finished, Kai called. "Will one of you idiots bring me my coffee?"

That was our cue. I dumped the bag into the cup, stirred, and ran. Tyson carefully carried the mug into the living room, where Kai glared at him suspiciously.

"It isn't 'Make Kai More Interesting' time, is it? My throat hurts, I don't feel like yelling."

"No, no, it isn't," Tyson said far too quickly. He's hopeless at this.

Kai raised his eyebrows. "So, this time the sugar's in my coffee and Max is long gone and you're ready to be beaten up?"

"Wow, Kai, you're getting really good at this!"

I had been taking cover underneath Kai's chair. Yeah, I know, not very smart, but I got a good view that way. A good view of the back of Kai's legs. Kai's legs aren't very interesting. Actually, they bore me to death. So, being me, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Kai stood up and stared at me. Tyson buried his face in his hands.

Crap.

"Crap," I said.

Then Kai turned green and his shirt ripped and he lifted up Tyson and threw him into a corner. Yeah, right, I wish that'd happened. But instead, he rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.

"Oh, come on! That sucked!" I complained.

"I know! We didn't even get him to yell!" Tyson yelled.

Well, that was a tiny bit ironic.

"Maybe we should start making Ray more interesting," I suggested.

"In what way?" Ray asked, walking into the room.

"That was really weird, the way you just jumped into the conversation as if you'd been here the whole time. That only happens on soaps and stuff," Tyson pointed out.

"Well, I'm a soapy kind of guy," Ray said smoothly.

"You're TOO soapy. This is like a movie," I complained.

"Are you hitting on me?" Ray asked, flashing a movie-star smile.

"No," Tyson and I said in unison.

"Just lay off the General Hospital for a bit, okay?" I suggested.

"But Sonny just got another law suit! Jason's trying to be a good guy and going insane! CARLY WANTS SONNY BACK!"

Uh… All I got out of that was "boot".

"So?" Tyson asked, scoffing. "That's nothing. On 'Days', Bo gave Beth a shoulder to cry on…"

Okay, whatever. I left the room as the two freaks of nature argued about their soaps.

Then I slowly proceeded up the stairs to get to my computer… and was ambushed by none other then Kenny, who was rambling on about the usual.

"Do you think Kai likes me? He's sooooooooo hot…" Okay, no, more like "And then I analyzed it and something something something blade and something cheated and Tyson something something the something was so something and something technical!"

"Okay," I said shortly, proceeding up the stairs. And people wonder how I'm carefree.

Well, I've got to go train. Ciao, dudes!

Love from,

Everyone's best friend,

Max (Stands for Mother is an Absolute Xmoron) Tate