As pointless as this holiday is, I should start getting presents for everybody.

[Private]

Hm. It's been nearly a year since Sano and Cordelia broke up. When did we first sleep together? New Years.

...How odd. Time flies by.

Thanksgiving has no point. History would not have been altered much if the pilgrims didn't come over, or the Native Americans had been so hospitable. Too bad they were - we just ended up wiping them out or putting them on pathetic excuses for reservations anyways.

Cordelia, I'm sorry for the way Father acted. He's...unique.

I didn't realize I haven't posted in this journal for over a month. I apologize for my lack of consideration towards the student body - I should really try and keep up with the events.

Cordelia, what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Shuuna wants you to come over for dinner if you're not going back to California.

...Detention. How...fun.

I'm going out.

...Never. Ever. Again.

...I am absolutely appalled.

I will have to get rid of this stash of cigarettes and drinks. He should know better - addiction is a terrible thing that can ruin his life.

I'll check when the next AA meeting is.

[Private]

Hm. So Hokuto is interested in me again.

We'll see where this goes.

[/Private]

My classes are quite interesting so far. I fail to see why everyone dislikes Medical Studies so much - I find the teacher very knowledgeable at his subject. Better than everyone being idiots about sex ed.

Physical Education is quite the useless thing, though. However, I have to say that Law was entertaining last night.

[[Classes: English 6 Honors, Psychology, Physical Education, Criminal Investigations Techniques, Demonology and Demon Law, Mythology, Medical Studies, Mind/Psychic Manipulation. He also takes Law after school. He'll be taking Sex Ed next semester.]]

...Singing journals. I think I vastly prefer this over the day that we burst into song, don't you agree?

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

...Huh. Sting from the Police - Father listens to him a lot. How odd.

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

The symbolism is quite intriguing, I must say.

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

...

...Seems Shuuna decided to kidnap my journal again. Good thing she doesn't quite realize how to work it, or how to read my entries.

This summer was eventful, I suppose. I better have good teachers this year for the classes I signed up for. I'm actually looking forward to most of them except for P.E. Stupid requirement. Psychology will be quite interesting, though with my luck, I already know most of it thanks to Father.

Cordelia, do you want to go out to dinner?

There are quite a number of attractive people here.

However, I have the sexiest of them all~

And she's mine. Deal with it.

These things can be quite bothersome at points. Not that it matters that I'm updating these things at all - due to certain people it seems that people have an idea of whats been happening in Hawaii. I'm going to kill all those stupid boys. How are they older than me? >/

I'll be taking Shuuna out now.

Hawaii isn't too bad.

I suppose. I'm not one for warm weather.

This hotel is certainly...nice.

Cordelia?

Come here.

Hm. My tarot deck isn't happy with me. I haven't touched it in ages. I suppose I should go work on my skills more.

The joys of being in tune with your sixth sense.

I'll have to take Shuuna out somewhere this weekend. I'm about to kill that man.

((Strike legible to Cordelia))

The festival wasn't as horrendous as other years. I'm surprised.

Back home now. I might take Shuuna to Shrek 3 later.

Good job at the play, Cordy.

My painting is still missing. >/

Who the fuck stole my painting?!

((Jesse and James were planning to steal the original Marguerite sky...and ended up stealing Kijima's painting, which was on display at the museum with a bunch of other art.))

These things are so bothersome.

[Filtered to Cordelia]

....Are you free this weekend?

Hmph.

...I have nothing to write about.

((Kijima's mask be the black one here))

...I guess I have to get a tux...

.......................Cordelia, help? >>;;;;;;;;;;