(( OOC: Done and written by Matt during the flight on the plane. ))

... I can't believe it. It's been that long since I touched this damned journal. (Heh. Sorry, Roger.)
I'll do myself a favor and update this. I have nothing else to do.

I'm currently going over to Japan with several of my friends. I thought it'll be interesting, just like L had said. Perhaps it will.
At the very least, it is rather exciting that I will be stepping on the very land my drug games came from. I find that a small kind of honor.
I would almost be in shopping heaven. Though it would pretty useless to buy games there-- unless if they were in a language that I could actually read. I could just dream on. Or perhaps I could just study their language...
As I have told myself, before I left the orphanage, I would give a brief scan about the country. I never really cared enough in the past to know more about it. I only picked-up some knowledge from the games, but that's all there was.

I'm too timid to post my thoughts about what I had read. But all I can say is that I can't wait to see the place for myself.

...

It seems a certain someone is up to doing something that will not make my day.
Touch him and you'll forget even how to spell "revenge..."

Tonight, a nice bowl of hot soup will be served.

Yesterday was pointless. As everyone had already found out, I've been scolded by Roger for the nth time. Afterwards, nothing else much happened to me. I heard there were visitors that had came back with L, but I have not seen them yet. I need to have a proper conversation with L soon. My head's too messed up to find out by myself.

The games I brought back were serious fun, though; so I'm not all that fucked. Hah, I needed that dose... And other than that, I had decided to drop by the journals of my friends.
Which reminds me... I need to go find them soon, too. Though why do I feel like I'm being avoided? Is everyone scared of Matt now~? Heh heh.

But you know what else? Dear god, Mello called me a traitor.
I need to stab myself, now-- My best friend called me a traitor! *dramatically poses*

...................

*giggles as he typed in his new online journal, before he shook his head*

Look out, guys, because Matt has stepped in.

I just came back, but what greeting do I get? Absolutely nothing but sermons again; though I'm actually expecting that sermon, because Roger is a silly person. He thinks that all the games I play is turning my mind into what it is slowly becoming. (Which is a fag. But he refuses to say the actual word, heh heh.) He's complaining about my game addiction, or so it claims to be. What? At least I don't smoke~ Not yet anyway. And I need to go out of the house every now and then. Too much reading makes my head hurt. It's not bad to travel.

But this fact makes me sad. I only got a sermon for my welcome back. I am aware that L is around the house, but I wonder if everyone was too busy thinking about him that no one noticed that I had arrived? Not that I mind, I have my PSP for-- ... Wait, no. This is wrong. It really, really makes me sad. I wish I can be as popular as L is. But don't mind me, I'm being strange. I wonder... I have not seen the others yet. I need to go and inform them that I have arrived. I honestly missed them, and that includes L.

Still. My life. It's so... unexciting. Maybe I should have made the trip a little longer.

*flips the cover of the diary closed, then shortly plops down flat against the table he was writing on*

Late hours give such an abnormal sensation. I just came back from... a place no one has to know about.
I got a little delayed on the way back because some jackass driver rammed the damned car I was riding in. (What in the hell.) I had to be taken to the nearest station by my aquaintance who was with me the entire trip. And apparently, the cursed station was 24 fucking hours away.
The side trip was not all bad, though, so I won't complain much. The city I ended up in had some serious collections. Gaming collections. With a bargain!
... Huh. I feel retarded on mentioning too much of that.

Roger sent me a mail just recently while I was on my way back. He told me that every was suddenly into the journal mood.
...... Say what? Haha, I wonder who started all that. I was never fond of writing all too much. It's fine, I suppose, but...
--... I've decided to adapt to the trend after several trials with myself.
I find this rather interesting. Check out the mood-- It's so cute and... PINK.
Mello's going to laugh at me for this, but eh. That's none of his affair now.

Now I wonder how the guys are doing? I should check, but... I'm just too tired. I'll see them soon. I heard that L came to the house. That is something I am looking forward to confirming in addition. Tomorrow, I'll definitely check this out.

... Oh, and of course, my new set of game ammunition.