You're a freak...just like me.

First off. Asphyxiation, no. Sodomy, yes. And if you believe otherwise, you're a freak. What a strange world we live in.

I've come to the conclusion that many people go to the art gallery solely for the benefit of being able to tell their friends that they'd "gone to the art gallery". On a recent trip to the Vancouver Art Gallery, I overheard several middle-aged women discussing a TV show. In an art gallery. Discussing a TV show. That's almost like displaying the swastika in a synagogue.

On a happier note, I scored two free bags of chips and a chocolate bar from a UBC vending machine yesterday. Someone (or three someones) apparently couldn't figure out how to open the door to get their snack (it was stuck, somehow). So I, being the genius that I am, smashed the door several times with my fists. The door yielded. I had free food.

However, while I was hammering the door, I thought of this. I'm incorrigible.

re: Why so serious? (Lets put a smile on that face)

You know, I'm a fan of the sad-stories-with-happy-endings genre too. Think Oliver Twist, except Nancy doesn't die and she hooks up with Oliver...somehow. Unfortunately, sswhe's are extremely rare. So rare, in fact, that I honestly can't think of one off the top of my head.

Incidentally, I had some tomato juice today. So ronery ;_;

Anyhow, emo is bad. If God exterminated all the emos in this world, it would be a much happier place. However, the razor blade market would collapse, and with it the world economy. Iceland would go bankrupt, and polar bears would become homeless. Then they'd turn to drugs, and there'd be an uproar about the construction of a Safe Injection Site. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.

A wild Hitler appears!
Hitler uses Genocide!
It's super-effective!

Why so serious?

I have a confession to make. I think I might be a masochist.

No, that doesn't necessarily mean I have an unnatural attraction to fuzzy pink handcuffs. It just so happens that my tastes in regards to entertainment appear to be contradicting each other.

I'm a sucker for happy endings. Really, I am. Despite the front I put up of being EMO and SCENE I'm actually quite warm and fuzzy inside (hur, hur). So when I watch something, I invariably find myself rooting for the protagonists (and since I'm also a sucker for romantic dramas *gasp* this means I want the protagonists to FALLINLOVE/GETMARRIED/HAVEKIDS).

However, the shows that I end up loving are also invariable EMO BAWFESTS. Saikano. Byousoku 5cm. NHK. Elfen Lied. KgNE. Sola. These shows all have one thing in common. The actors either FUCKUP/DIE/DOESNOTGETTHEGIRL. The fact that I'd been hoping with all my heart that there be a happy ending does not help matters at all. It just makes the SAD EMO ending all the more SAD and EMO. And causes me to obsess over the show for several days. Until I find something else to emo over, after which the cycle continues.

So why do I keep doing it to myself? See: masochism.

In Poetics, Aristotle writes about catharsis, the emotional cleansing or purification of the audience upon the ending of a tragedy. Strange, that. Upon the completion of a tragedy I tend to find myself RAGE-ing at the world at large. Then advertising said tragedy to everyone so that they can all share my grief. Say, maybe I'm a sadist as well as being a masochist.

Incidentally, I seem to have a penchant for liking moeblobs/tsunderes/tragic heroines in general (see: Lucy, coma-girl, Akari). I wonder what my psychologist would have to say to that, eh? Actually, I think I have a feeling what he might say. And I also have a feeling I probably won't like it.

"This is all just Jewish guilt!"

Did you know that YouTube has a new function now? Before posting comments, they can be read to you in a voice that sounds uncannily like the one from the Project Chanology videos, in an effort to combat retarded posters who do not think before they post.

I think I spend a good ten minutes filling in REALLY BAD WORDS just to have them read back to me for shits and giggles. Yea, I'm easily amused.

What's funny is, the Disembodied Voice actually does a fair rendition of my name, which 90% of new people that I meet (and ~30% of my friends) mispronounce on a regular basis. It still mispronounces "loli", though.

WAKARIMASU KA~, part deux

I saw skirt-girl-chan again today, wearing a different colored skirt. Beige it was, I think.

Now excuse me while I go appeal that restraining order.