Ethan Montague

I AM THE KING OF THE ALPHA SIGMA HOUSE AND YOU SHALL ALL BOW BEFORE MY GREATNESS.

Or something. But in all seriousness, Matt, we're going to miss you. Except Scott. But Scott is kind of an idiot anyway.

Now. On to business, of the normal variety, not the Frat variety.

Rhys: Do you have any idea where the brown box on my desk disappeared off to?

( Private: Kenzie )

Raquel: You busy tomorrow night?

One of my professors asked me today to verify that my last name was Montague, and not Macmillan. I didn't understand what he was talking about until I got my hands on a copy of the most recent Echo.

These people really need to pay attention and do more research. I mean really, it wouldn't be hard to discover that after Rhys andni were married, we changed our last name to MacMontague. We wanted to have a name that equally represented who we are.

So hear this, Echo writers:

IT'S MACMONTAGUE. GET. IT. RIGHT.

[Private to self, Rhys can read if he tries hard enough]

The nightmares are back. They went away for a little while when she was found, but they've come back again with a vengeance. It's always the same. Standing in a field, under a bright full moon, soaked in blood. Sometimes it's Beth's body at my feet. It's been Rhys's before too, and now hers. I think I need to see about finding someone to brew me a dreamless sleep potion. I can't keep watching this over and over.

Time to put my game face on.

[End Private]

The house is quiet. Perhaps too quiet.

Um. Guys. Has anyone seen Rocky? She was supposed to bevy the house this morning and she never showed.

Please tell me this isn't happening

Finally starting to feel like myself again. Man, that last moon was killer. I'd hate to feel how mum feels right now. Probably a hell of a lot worse than me.

Also? Really glad that it's finally the weekend. I feel a lazy Sunday coming on.

Trying to be an attentive student is a bitch when your not really but almost cousin is missing. Especially when that cousin is dating your best friend, who is currently flipping out.

Needless to say, I couldn't remember seventy percent of what the professor said, and when he called on me for answers ... I didn't even know the question he was asking.

Well. It's official. It took me sitting on him, and Scot holding his nose closed, but we finally got that damned sleeping potion down Rhys' throat. That son of a bitch is feisty. The Champ is down for the count. Which means he's probably going to kill me in the morning, but fuck it. He needs to rest, because him flipping out and threatening to kill people is a bit counterproductive.

For lack of anything better to do, have a random list of facts, about random things.

( I think I have too much time on my hands )

One of these facts are FALSE! Which one is it?!

Okay. So. Dudes at the A Sig house please take not of this: You should never let Scotty cook bacon and eggs at 2AM while drunk anymore. It looks like someone egged our kitchen, and the stove ... well. I think we need a new stove.

HOW COULD YOU, RHYS! YOU CHEATING WHORE! THAT'S IT! I'M FILING FOR DIVORCE...

as soon as I stop LAUGHING.

Thank god we only have to drink eggnog and rum once a year. It taste like shit. So glad the holidays are over.

These writers at the Echo are never going to get it right. Allow me to explain it to you.

Rhys and I were married five years ago in a quiet little ceremony near the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. It was quite lovely. He wore white. We didn't bother with rings, because we didn't think anyone would understand the significance of being heterosexual life mates. We Honeymooned in France. In fact, just last week we celebrated our fifth anniversary. I bought Rhys a toaster oven.

I have a wrist watch drawn on my wrist that says it's shot o clock.

RHYS WHERE ARE YOU. IT'S SHOT O'CLOCK!

Private: Rocky
So you know that thing at the club the other week? Yeah. We should do that again. Only sans stalker, and a little more date like. You in?
End Private

I'm still finding candy stashed around in my room from Monday night. Also, does anyone know how the hell to get chocolate out of a textbook?

So these are my thoughts.

Why the fuck is there four pairs of boxers in the tree outside my window?

Just burped. Tasted like beer and cherios...Beerios. This is gonna be quite a day.