Pigs, Pigs, Pigs... and maybe a piglet or two.  Why do I insist on killing these things?  I dunno, I just keep doing it.  And when I have ouchie scratches on my ankles from them, I've learned how to administer first aid to myself.  So I guess I'm getting along. I think.

I've met some interesting people.  There was these two girls that lurked around for a bit, and were too scared to bum a cigarette off me.  They looked like they went to another school, since they had on a different uniform.  Underclassmen! Ha!  Apparently they have a secret hideout, though, that I might possibly kind of sort of gain entrance to if I get in good with them.  It would be a good place to drink that bottle of wine I swiped off some old guy in Germany.  Then, when I was back in Tara, I met this guy who hunts were-things.  I was really confused as to what a "were-thing" was, so my new acquaintance, Ari, explained that it could be any sort of human or animal that turned into a vicious beast.  You have to hunt them with something pointed and silver, or you won't get rid of them.  Are they really that bad of an epidemic? *shrug* I don't know, I just don't want one messing with me.  Ta-kun is not a were-thing.  He does like to bite and nibble though.  Silly Ta-kun.

I think I'm going to skip school the rest of the week.  Good thing my parents don't care.