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?
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?