I feel...like I've been run over by a large truck. No wait, I feel I've been run over by a big rig and the flatbed.

I haven't slept since...uh...if today is Friday night(Saturday morning now), oh! Thursday morning when I woke up for class. I had to finish that English essay, and it was brutal. Never leave things to the last minute. But it's done and now I can happily pass out.

PS: I'm really, really sorry I didn't get a chance to help out with the big search.


((OOC: Oh man, guys. Sorry I've been absolutely dead to the world. I had two projects due for Friday, one which I needed equipment I didn't have and other people all borrowed, the digi cams at school. Another was an unusual 6-8 page essay. I spent the Thursday night at school, working all night. People said I looked tired T_T but I finished them both and then I passed out! Yay for sleep. Next week I will be around, I promise.))

Work totally sucked today...erm yesterday, I guess. The store was all squeaky clean and shiny, and we were closing in 10 minutes. Then, some stupid young teenagers decided to come in. They started making a racket around the store and making a general mess.

One of them so-called 'accidentally' bumped into a shelf of bottled pop. Glass bottles. I had the lovely priviledge of cleaning up their mess. At least, I didn't cut myself.

On a lighter note, I was walking outside and along this one street, was a line of Sakura trees in bloom. They looked really pretty, all pink and soft.

And then I visited Rikki and we got ice cream from the shoppe. Actually, I got this yogurt parfait thing which, surprisingly was really good. Even though it wasn't ice cream, it was still good.

Happy Birthday Miyako~!


When I see you next, I'll sing Happy Birthday to you totally offkey and without rhythm!

I'll drop off your present sometime soon, all right?

Oooh, am I really the first one to say...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAICHI!


xD I got something you might like...sort of. I think. I hope.

Who: Inoue Miyako and Motomiya Daisuke
When: Today sometime
Why: you'll see....



Daisuke pulled out his cell phone. He quickly pushed a bunch of buttons, spelling out a phrase.

=Miyako, what's your favourite number?=

There, nice and neat and sent, Daisuke thought to himself.

Now all he had to do was wait for a reply.

Who: V-mon and Motomiya Daisuke
What: A trip to the convenience store
When: Sunday, March 11


( And they call him Hurricane V-mon )

As much as I like the rain...sometimes it feels like it will never end. Just rain rain raaain. Days like these...I feel like I cannot remember what colour the sky is anymore (And yes V-mon, I know it's blue, haha).

But the weather forecast said it will be sunny on Wednesday, which, coincidentally, is White Day! There's a sign, if I ever needed one! That talk with Miyako has given me an idea. But then again, I also have plans of my own too.

Not only does this Livejournal connect us to all the different Chosen in the world, but it also connects us to hundreds of thousands of other people as well. The idea simply astounds me and boggles my mind.

I was just clicking away on this site, totally not doing my homework when I ran across a couple of journals. They had music links up so I tried them out.

I've found I really like this music, even if I cannot understand much of the English.

There's a band called "AFI" which stands for A Fire Inside. Doesn't sound cool? They play this rock-punk kind of music.
"Something Corporate" is similar to AFI. I like them too.
I kind of like this band "Finger Eleven" too. But I don't know anyone with eleven fingers. That'd be kind of weird and creepy, having eleven fingers.

I should go to sleep; it's so late but I still have homework to finish though...I hate math. And science. And everything except PE. Well....English is okay sometimes. But only sometimes.

Who: Inoue Miyako, Takaishi Takeru, Motomiya Daisuke
When: this afternoon
Where: an empty classroom



( Repercussions of the bet )

Miyako & Takeru,

When are you guys free? I need to talk to the both of you sometime soon.

---

( Private )

Who: Takaishi Takeru & Motomiya Daisuke
When: Feb 24, this afternoon



( Bring it on, hat boy )

Daisuke, with a brightly wrapped parcel under one arm, hurried over to Mimi's. It was a couple of days late but it seemed like he and Mimi had no time these days. He knew about his essay due tomorrow but...too bad the goggle-boy hadn't read all of the instructions that carefully. Yet, it was a stroke of luck when he realized the original 6-7 page paper was actually only 3-4 pages long.

In his other hand, he held something entirely different, but also for Mimi. It was something new he was testing out. He just hoped it had turned out like he wanted it to.

Not so panicked about school anymore, he arrived at the older Digidestined's door. He rapped on the door sharply and waited.

Mimi-san! Happy Birthday~


Here's a little poem I made up for you:

---

( Here's To You )

Why...do they always know...things? Things you should listen to. Like when she says 'don't go out at 10pm without a jacket'.
But then you do, in only a tanktop, and then it rains, and then next thing you know, you're sick.
I was only going out for a few minutes, really. And...it wasn't raining when I left, really.

Ugh...I'm going back to bed.



[OOC: Gods, I wish I could say the same. At least if I called in sick to work, I really am sick. My throat is killing me. If I lose it, I'll make a voice message for Tento-mun at least. ^^]

What's a guy supposed to get a girl anyways? With guys, a new video game is usually the best option. Girls however, that's like unchartered territory.

Days like these really make appreciate the sun. It's been cloudy and cold for the past few days. I mean, soccer is good any time of day on almost any kind of day but sunny days are the best. The ones where you can actually see the blue sky and feel the sun beating down on you warmly.

I was getting really sick of indoor soccer at school. But I think I need a new pearpair of cleats. The ones I have right now are getting so worn and ragged. I just wish they weren't so expensive! I can totally hear mom now.

'Daisuke, if only you treated your shoes better, they would last so much longer'

...Cleats are not just shoes. No way, no how. They're special and worth every yen. I think I want a pair of red and black ones. Red cleats would be awesome.


EDIT:

I have discovered something. It's called dance music. It's really upbeat and good. I don't really understand the lyrics but it's cool anyways. I still love Gackt, L'Arc en Ciel and pop and stuff, but this dance music stuff is great. Although, 'La Bouche' doesn't sound very English to me. Apparently all this stuff is from 1990 to 2000 or so. We were born then.

Hm...I wonder what metal sounds like...

I tried to call Ken yesterday, but he wasn't answering. It was strange.

Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, man. *grins* We need to hit the arcade together or something. Or better yet, Ken. I've got your present for you, and I think you'll like it. I should stop by your place randomly sometime soon.
It will be fun.

Who: Inoue Miyako and Motomiya Daisuke
When: Jan 31st
Where: Computer room

( Just tell him... )