. . . 001. 03 Aug 2003 + 03:53am - James sat in front of the glowing computer screen, the living room dark around him as he clicked around through pages on the internet, hoping to rot his brain with pointless entertainment. Noises could be heard from another room, an occasional loud bang would resound then music from a stereo would pour through the thin walls. It was intentional, no doubt. tegan was trying to drive him crazy, just like usual. He shook his head, a low grumble falling from his lips as he moved his hand over to the keyboard. Typing in the address to an online journal server he'd discovered the other day, he brought up the page and logged into the one he'd made for himself. After wasting a good half an hour with the handy dandy random button, he finally clicked on the "Update..." link. - It's amazing what boredom will cause you to discover. I've never been one for keeping journals, always seem to forget about the damn things, but maybe I can keep track of this one. I do spend a lot of time on the computer. James West is the name. I'm 22 years old and pretty damn good looking if I do say so myself. I'm a student at Loyola University, majoring in Pre-Law. Yep, that's right kiddies, I plan on becoming a lawyer. Pops is one too, so I figured I'd follow the trend. I like the work and my parents are paying so I really have nothing to complain about. At the moment, I'm living at the Shoreline Plaza. It's a good space, beautiful view. It'd be even more perfect if I didn't have the roommate. Or the girlfriend, which are one in the same if you care to know. But in order for rent to be paid and education to be provided, I'm forced to live with Elizabeth. I like to refer to her as "The She-Devil." She hates it and that's the main reason the nickname exists. The thing I hate most about her, is her looks. She's damn beautiful, possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and yet I can't stand her. Both of our parents expect us to marry, hence the roommates situation. I've pointed out our differences time and time again but yet my parents still think it would be for the best. It's just a business deal in their eyes so I can't really expect them to see it from my shoes. Whatever, parents always ruin their children's lives, right? Mhm. I suppose you could call me a spoiled little brat. I am rich by many people's standards and I am something of a brat, or at least according to Elizabeth. I will admit that I'm somewhat crude and never know when to keep my mouth shut, but I like to think that's part of my charm. A diamond in the rough, eh? Oh well. I guess that's enough about me for now. I have to go see what the She-Devil is up to. . . tossing elephants around, maybe? - He posted the entry then went to his journal, reviewing it quickly before shutting the window. Turning off the computer, he pushed himself up from the chair. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms into the air above his head, turning away from the living room and heading down the hall to see what all the noise was about. - 4. and the boy yelled I don't give a fuck.

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