Journel

January 17th, 2015

The reason I haven't updated in a long time is because of my fucking stupid tests and shit. Also, these doctor visits are becoming rather annoying. I even had these crazy thoughts yesterday that I actually felt like I was selectively mute. Thank the Funnel- uh, gods for Masty and Meowth being there to get me back to my normal mind.

Oh yeah, fuck the mid-terms. That's it. Just fuck next next and the week after that.

We're playing Pirates and Bossa Azul in Orchestra. Bossa, everyone is having a debate on how to say that word and by the way, Ancient Ritual hasn't died yet. I seriously think that we are creating a cult with this song now. When we play Pirates though, Zarchy says we sound like polite pirates going to a tea party. I can never imagine Edward like that.

Anyways, I had to do this stupid Buddhism project in Social Studies. I have 'special needs' so I took it solo. We were in the computer room, with PCs, thank the gods, 215. That room is in no way hard to find.

Italian. Okay, it's weird. Antonio has finally been here for a full week. And pretty much everything we say in that class turns into something sexual, same thing with Orchestra for the most part.

English has been fine. When we were listing off the stages of ages in a mortal humans' life, fetus and recycling of the body were added. Okay, a little too specific, much? Today, everyone, but me, of course, took a Disney card and some of them were downright weird. Okay, enough of that shit.

I have evaded Petro and now I think I may have escaped. Yes. A few days ago, he told us a round of bad jokes and we threw a bunch back at him. Yeah, that was a weird class. Also, someone almost called him Mr. Paris, one of the Oregon Tech teachers. I didn't have him, but I kind of wish I had him instead of Mr. Ritter last year. I still see Mr. Towelen  every once in a while as well.

Anyways, then someone called him Hetero. Then that changed to Petero. Okay, that's kinda weird now. Thursday, someone commented that Petro wears nothing but button-shirts so today, he doesn't wear a button-shirt. For some reason, that made Masty want to slit his throat... I really need to figure his mindset out one day.

I had a Science test on the digestive and respiratory systems and a Math quiz today. Now, I have a three day weekend and I might do the Math and Social Studies review things/homework later today, anyways.

Other than that, I need to address Meowth's... let's just say his distrust in the Funnelers. He told me this, and any other details were vague. Masty gave me more information. Apparently, Masty tried repeatedly to kill himself with Meowth's revolver and each time it hit him, he couldn't die. Meowth knew this, I did too, but we were told by the Funnelers to not say anything. Masty, guilty, I might add, said that he turned on him and hurt him physically and emotionally. Not to a large extent but enough to make him that guilty.

He said he had asked Meowth if he was told to kill Team Rocket, would he? He wouldn't, I know that. And then, Meowth said the one thing he and I have been holding for so long. Originally, the Funnelers ordered Masty's death and wanted Meowth to get close to him and then kill him. Meowth, of course, defied them and didn't do that and it was that statement that caused his faith to be shattered.

The Drugers and even Team Rocket questioned him on this, and Meowth even tried to push Pikachu away from him. That was how scared he was of getting hurt because of his distrust. I seriously don't know what the Funnelers would do. I've never had a good feeling about them anyways.

It wasn't long after that did Masty have a built-up, mental break. Meowth had seen his break and had protected him by teleporting them both to the Pokemon world where they eventually found the twerps and caretakers. Team Rocket and spying Team Socket came to their rescue. Pikachu even openly expressed his and Meowth's relationship and went far enough to reveal Eureka as their prisoner.

At the end of that though, they came back to me and for the past two days, they have both refused to leave my side. Talk about a close family...