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(no subject) [Oct. 16th, 2006|01:40 am]
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(no subject) [Oct. 2nd, 2006|01:31 am]
I... don't remember much of my mother.

She died when I was really young, only a little over two years old. A heart attack, ironically enough. Her family didn't have a history of them like the Akimichis do. But, even though it was so long ago... pieces of her still stay with me. They're small, but they're also true. I remember that she had the softest, most delicate hands. You wouldn't know it by looking at me though, I don't take after her. And she had the most beautiful singing voice. She would sing lullabys to me sometimes, and I would drift off to sleep with one of her strange, wordless melodies forming the stuff of my dreams, and... Well, today would have been her thirty-fifth birthday. And I just can't remember her lullabies anymore.

So, I always try to think of her on this day every year. In a different world, I might have got her a card, or a flower, or- or something else, and we all would have celebrated together. As a family. Dad would've made her the biggest cake you've ever seen, and before blowing out the candles we'd tell her that she has to make a wish... But instead of that, Dad and I've only got memories. I don't know what Dad's doing for her today. He usually likes his privacy today. He's got a lot more memories of her than I do, y'know. Anyway, I think he might be going out drinking with Shikaku and Inoichi later tonight. Hopefully, they know by now how to handle him.

Sorry if that depressed anybody. I guess I'm just trying to get some stuff off my chest.

Did you know that she was the one who named me? Yeah, Dad told me, it's funny. While she was pregnant with me, she would tell him that it felt like there was a butterfly inside her. All my little punches and kicks and roll-overs, they were just my butterfly wings flittering around, she'd say. So that's what they named me. Chouji. Their son the butterfly. Yeah yeah, it's an Akimichi tradition to prefix male names with 'Chou'. But... no. It was her. Thanks, Mom.


I've been feeling a little short of breath lately. I guess I've been working too hard. Maybe I should learn to relax a little more, like Shikamaru.

Oh, speaking of; Shikamaru, Ino, we're still going to the beach, right? We can invite anyone else who wants to come too, I guess. Anyone up for a beach party while summer's still here? Be warned though. You'll be seeing me in only a bathing suit.
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(no subject) [Sep. 27th, 2006|01:32 pm]
So uhhh, apparently there's a party or something this Friday? I guess I'll be going to that for the free food, if only to make sure Ino and Shika get home alright afterwards. What? Somebody's gotta be the semi-responsible one around here.

In other news, dad decided to move me away from waiting tables, and put me into working around the kitchen instead. I guess I... really shouldn't have started eating loose french fries right off the plates. He was a little mad. Y'know, chopping, rolling, peeling, all that. But uhhh, all this really means is that I've switched from obsessively eating cooked food to... uncooked food. I think I need to work on this little thing called "willpower" before I come down with salmonella or something. D:

ANYway, anyone want to go shopping with me for pants? It seems I've gone up a size or two or three.
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