Lists galore to celebrate the two new Konata icons. I want to grow up (lulz) to be like Konata!!! >D So anyway, I was cleaning my LJicons file and to my horror, I have over 200
Ouran icons because just the seven of them can capture every single emotion known to man. It's crazy. I so
need a paid account for all these excess Ouran icons (I probably can rotate them on shifts =A=;;), my Bleach icons, and the new batch of Lucky Star (a.k.a Konata I love you) icons.
I am an icon whore. ( things i planned to get yesterday and got in the end. )( library list! )
3 out of 8 are can be considered "cyber-punk" or at least, technocratic enough to be chucked to that genre. Why? Partially because P.K. Dick (PK-ing!!! lulz) is probably the numero uno on this genre, and because I need some stylistic reference for the upcoming cyber-punk short story I'm going to write. The plot and characters are more or less settled, but I need some guidelines. It'd be a little weird if I write something C++ with Murakami's Kafka-esque style. Very weird indeed.
But hey, that's an idea.
I probably just sent myself into library kami-kaze mode with all the books I have to finish within 2 weeks. The Simarillion (which I always remember as "The Simallarion" for no reason) alone will gut me. This is rightfully nuts. I'll never see the light of day now!( things i plan to get before school starts )( things i plan to do during the next few weeks )
In this terribly summarized fashion, I'm extremely excited to head back to school - wherever 'back' is. This shounds terribly dorky of me but I love school a lot. Even when I get yelled at, lose hours of sleep, go paranoid over whenever that girl in the second row looks at me because I think she thinks I'm a dumbass, get yelled at some more, I still love school. It's an unrealistic safety net where the real
world cannot taint you. Sure it can touch you and leave with you with scabs all over, but at least somehow, just the pursuit of knowledge keeps everything else out
But most people kind of dread returning to school. Frankly, I'm not looking forward to this whole socializing
thing. I'm a loner and I like it that way. It's not that I don't treasure my friends, but a certain amout of indoctrination has led me to firmly belief that it's a dog-eat-dog world out there and it's devour or be devoured. I get irritated when people say that it's because I'm independent
. Bull-shit. My soul is inextricably tied down to this body of mine and vice versa. I am not a sentient being in the ideal sense - so don't give me bull-shit about how I can survive by myself
I think I read this in Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
- "it's not being alone that I fear, it's the loneliness" - or something to that effect, because my anti-literary brain cannot remember quotes properly. In a way, that line is painfully poignant and reminiscent of my situation (what situation you idiot, you have no situation. you're just 19. you have no situtuation
to speak of!) but I feel adverse to it at the same time. I don't entirely fear being alone - and sometimes I'm not afraid of the loneliness. Like now. It's like a wave-effect. The crests and boughs (are they called that?) of the waves. Right now I'm at the bough.
N.H.K. ni Youkoso Episode 4 is like me in Akihabara. It's the whole Rajikan experience where you just go "ZOMGWTFNOMORELASERS PEW PEW" upon seeing blocks and blocks of anime merchandise and figua. Purupururin~
That kind of madness.
Darker than Black! Is! Awesome! Sorry for the limited vocab that centres around "kickass" and "awesome". I'm sure once school starts I'll start using SAT words again. At the moment, I'm still chugging through the episodes so no concrete, sane thoughts yet. Otherwise, Yoko Kanno does another spectacular job with the soundtrack again!( MEMES! )
So anyway, I geeked out and went for the Transformers Gala Premiere yesterday! I liked it - precisesly because of the Michael Bay type of explosions and patriotism and oodles of explosions and fantastic
machine vs machine (I'd say mano-a-mano) battles. The transformation scenes absolutely rocked. Especially Jazz's. If you're watching it for a good plot, please give it a miss. Otherwise, sit back relax and enjoy 2 hours of metal butt-kicking action. My main gripe is that there wasn't enough Transformers. It's more of a THE LIFE AND TIMES OF SAM WITWICKY movie than Hi We're Robots in Disguise here to Save The Earth. ( official ticket-holder! )( My Moo Cards arrived in teh mail )
'mkay. That's one hell of a LJ-post and I bid you goodbye!