| [ |
mood |
| |
lazy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
"Publish My Love"- Rogue Wave |
] |
It's raining like a monsoon right now. I'm avoiding school work, revisiting favorite fsts, and reading volume 5 of Godchild, which was sincerely lame and disappointing. No one's even died yet. I mean, please. What use is a manga to me if no main character dies within the first 5 volumes?
Now Loveless-- there's a good, solid, disturbing manga. In the very first volume alone we're assaulted with the death of a family member (who we later find out is NOT dead, was/is a creepster, hardeeharhar), domestic abuse, and child molestation (yes, that is what soubi/ritsuka is, as much as the shippers [self included] don't want to admit it). I approve.
I just looked at the Bleach calendar on my wall. It's the 2007 B Version that I begged for and had to have imported because American retailers suck. I ripped off the January page and currently have enshrined it on my door. It's Soul Society Kisuke and Yoruichi, looking like VERY HARDCORE BADASSES. My fangirlshipper heart leaps each time I gaze upon it. Right now, it's May, so the actual image is Yoruichi and Soifon. I keep looking over at Soifon and thinking that in this particular picture she looks even more like a little Chinese boy than she usually does. Thinking about that made me think about how Soifon hasn't been in the manga for a million years, and how I'm really beginning to miss her. And then that made me think about the good old days of Bleach when character names were still pronouncable (I mean, please, Ulquiorra? That's not a name, it's the wrong letters in a game of hangman played by a retarded person) and you didn't need to be a native Spanish speaker to understand it. Ah well.
On a note is that more OMGSQUEE!!1! and less WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD (SLITS WRIST), I get to see the Arashi movies next weekend. Hehe, I will be fangirling all the way through them.
Also, MetroCon in July. Going? Definitely. Fangirling? Of course. Cosplaying? Possible. Buying a shitload of stuff? HECK YES.
|