Streets are filled with --

Twenty days gone and I haven't touched this journal - why? I'LL TELL YOU WHY.

GUNDAM WING. JAsklfasfj. Nignghghhh. I put off picking up this series for so long, and now that I have eaten it whole in the last two weeks, my head has exploded and I want to sacrifice my first-born children to Okiayu Ryutarou and Koyasu Takehito. TREIZE AND ZECHS. Oh god. Can you say happy mindfuck evil best friends fighting wars WARS big machines BANG BANG BANG. I... I need to go get a calculator now. What's five multiplied by six multiplied by thirteen? That number is going to be my One True Integer now, or something. It's so beautiful that I am incapable of writing complete and coherent paragraphs. Oh, oh, Gundamn Wing. I may be ten years too late and then some, but at least I have caught the late train in. \o/

In other words, life actually has re-started. And not in the gawking-at-Okada-in-SP kind of way. Back to school and I haven't touched anything even vaugely fannish outside of GW; I'm doing research papers - general research papers - on polytheism and monotheism that will have my self-completing a, uh, uh, uh, comparative religion course vis-a-vis haunting my local library by the time I'm done. OR SOMETHING. \o/ At least I get to blabber on about an author I love for my literature paper. OH JOY, and fuzzy redlining.

Braaaaaains. So many things to write, so little time. WHERE IS THE PRESSURE. Also, can anyone recommend any good music?