So I'm writing today because I'm just happy.

Why?

Someone just died.

Hah. No, I was just kidding.

I'm happy because I finished playing Devil May Cry 3 on my own at 5:00 AM. My bro just had to snore out on me while watching. So much for game support. Yeah, so anyway, 5:00AM, people. Mother was like, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

So I told her, "I'm just about to." Which wasn't the whole truth because after my bathroom break, I realized I couldn't get the last cut scene of the game out of my head. I swear, if my brother wasn't on his bed snoring, I would have shed a tear.

I know, pathetic.

My emotions tend to get out of control late at night, especially when I lack of sleep. Vergil just had to fall back into Hell and thought that it would be fun to fight the Prince of Darkness himself. And the touching moment was when Lady stood beside Dante and looked up at him and asked if he was crying.

Yes, he was.

"Devils never cry," he had said.

Hah. I love that game. The best after Resident Evil Series.

And yes, I can't never get enough of Vergil.

Ever.