Diary of a Tomboy

It's been a busy few days, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm just dreaming. I saw an angel die, and that just doesn't happen, so obviously I'm asleep, maybe even comatose. It makes perfect sense, after all how often do you meet Death, right?

This suits me fine. Things are too confusing in reality, I like it here much better. The people are nice, the drinks are excellent, and I've been designated a doctor by a neat looking coffee machine that talks. I don't really want to wake up yet, just to find the normal troubles haven't gone anywhere.

I may as well just let it all go along as it wants to.

Current Mood: calm

I met Guybrush Threepwood, a Mighty Pirate today, and he got me thinking. I think I'd like a theme song. No one, not even Ranma, has a theme song. It could be my thing, what sets me apart from everyone else.

...Oh all right, it'd be a lot of fun. But I need fun! Milliways is the best place to have it done, I think. There's no one around to mess it up or suggest altered lyrics which they think suit me.

Maybe I ought to ask if anyone has any suggestions...

Current Mood: curious

I think I'm old enough to make my own choices. I don't mean my actual age, I'm not an idiot; I know the limits of being seventeen. I only mean that if I'm expected to be emotionally ready to be married, than you'd think major, life altering decision-making would come in there somewhere too.

With that said, I think everything is going to be all right. Maybe not right now, but - one day, you know? I don't know what brought this on, I just woke up this morning feeling more at peace than I've felt since my mother left us. Maybe this vacation from reality is a good idea after all.

Current Mood: peaceful

I hate him. I hate his stupid pigtail, and his awful face, and the way his nose turns up every time he laughs at me; I hate that he constantly feels the need to rub the fact that I'm not number one in town anymore, and technically never really was, in my face, especially when I start to feel slightly proud of myself; I hate how no matter where I go or what I do, if anyone has heard of me, it's because of him. Most of all, I hate how he can take a single, wonderful, oh-so-scarce moment, where there's no one around to spy or shout threats or scream bloody murder, and completely ruin it.

Take today for example. I went out to try to grasp just where I am, as contrary to what some apparently think, I do care if my family worries, and I run into Ranma. Now in most cases the expected response here would be something along the lines of, 'Hey Akane' or 'Where've you been', or even, heaven forbid, 'I missed you'. But Ranma? No, he relies on such time-honoured classics as 'Yo, 'kane. You didn't have to run away just 'cause of what I said'. As though anything he says makes any difference in my life. And then he reprimanded me for 'getting Ryoga to make up some lame training story'. Why would I run from something I deal with EVERYDAY? And if I had actually run away, why would I get Ryoga to lie for me? I wouldn't have a best friend lie on my account, let alone an acquaintance (all be it, a good one) like Ryoga. What, does the idiot think that just because the great Saotome won't train with me, no one else would bother? Am I really worth that little?

I'm never going home again. Ever. Ranma's seen me, he can tell Dad that I'm all right, and I'll just write them all once a month to catch up, never letting them know my exact location. Because honestly, even after all this trouble, I still don't know it myself.

Current Mood: aggravated

Ugh. I found this interesting bar last night, but I was so tired I fell asleep at my table. So, there was no real chance to enjoy it.

Well, I think I've managed to find a route home. I'm going to see if I can stay here for a few days, but I can probably get back to Nerima easily (more or less) once I'm rested.

It was nice of Ryoga to agree to help me, but I wish I hadn't asked for a map and agreed to meet him. I could have used the company, and of course I should have realized I'd get LOST if I followed it. Still, I don't blame him, it isn't as though he meant to do this. I should have thought it through.

...I wonder if anyone has noticed I'm missing yet. Not that I care.