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Finished reading SnK's manga (what's already been published, anyway) and I've been feeling restless ever since. I have so many questions running through my mind like: why eren (though stereotypes suggest it has to be him)? who are Reiner and Bertholdt's comrades? when am I seeing Levi in action again (this question is only here because I have a profound love for levi)? and what's coming next (being the most obvious question available)?
Apart from the questions, everything I've read so far seems like a lot to take in, i mean, I just read/saw Eren bend titans to his fucking will, titans who were residents of Connie's village for crying out loud.
There's also the fact that Reiner and Bertholdt are the armored and colossal titans (I was spoiled a few weeks ago by one of my dumbass friends but still the shock was there). They were good people, ranked as one of the best among the trainess, and they were practically brothers with the rest of their batchmates. I could feel Jean and Connie's feels resonating in my chest, reflected by my own. It's fucking unfair. I can understand Annie. She never befriended anyone (aside from Eren probably, cos it sure seems like it in flashbacks) so it never seemed like betrayal, but those two acted like everyone was a part of their family and now it hurts too fucking much.
And Ymir, don't get me started with Ymir. She is, I can't even find the right words, but the feeling I have isn't a bad one. It's like... Admiration in a way. Cos despite all she has to say, she really does care about Christa and is willing to put her needs in front of her own.
I just can't deal with all these conflicting emotions. It's seriously love-hate, admiration-hate. If it weren't for the lvoe I would have probably exploded by now.
I honestly can't believe this feels blog lasted this long. I usually delete them after a month, but, wow. Just wow. Though there has been too many reblogs lately it still is a feels blog which, again, wow.
Long live my feels and documentations of them!!!
Just the other day (after being pestered relentlessly by my younger brother) I got around to watching danganronpa and my life has never been the same since.
I first encountered the show after browsing through tumblr and seeing neat-o edit and amazing snippets from the show which had only 6 episodes at the time and I didn't even know the title since there wasn't any captions nor tags. But when I did find one with a tag it only had dr and i did quite a bit of scrolling before I finally came down to the title.
It took me a while (obviously) to actually start watching the anime, though I've been itching to do so even before I've downloaded all 13 episodes. My brother began watching it when there were only 11 episodes available and bugged me to watch it since, according to him (he's nine yrs old), it was incredible. And it is.
I found it quite morbid for a nine year old to watch but the sherlockian feel to it must've been what drew him in. I for one loved it 1) because I knew it included murder and murder always intrigued me 2) they had to solve the murders to get out/graduate (I found out about that on wikipedia while googling the show) which gave me the Sherlockian feel and 3) anime is simply beautiful and how this one was made, especially the punishment scenes, were incredibly artsy.
It made me swell with pride when I happened to single out the murderers and with each episode I found myself paying closer attention to details. It did pain me whenever I got things wrong, the first one I didn't think too much of since it was the first murder and I wasn't too familiar with how the plot was laid out but the further the story went and the more I learned about the workings the more disappointed I got with every wrong answer. And I never anticipated the ending. Unlike with most anime that you'd either get a gist of the conclusion or have little of anything to call and ending, this totally caught me by surprise and now I'm itching for more but I know to add a new season meant new characters and I'm not ready to part with these guys yet, even the dead ones. As Naegi said, I'll always carry their ghosts with me or something along that line.
(lifted the photo from Google)
I broke it off thinking you'd be fine
But now I feel sick looking at you crying
I want us back
Yeah, I want us back
I decided to have a bit of fun tonight since semestral break has (officially) begun (for me). So I went about looking at all my tagged photos on fb and went on a comment spree. It was cool, getting to relive high school, even through low res photos, everyone was laughing, having fun but she had to ruin everything my being the drama queen she is.
You don't go around commenting things along the line of "good thing I took this photo". I know, you think we're ignoring you, yes we are actually, and it's because of all your bullshit. I am sick and tired of having to put up with your self-centered attitude. My life doesn't revolve around your and neither does anybody else's.
You are not the fucking sun, you are not the fucking planet earth, you are an annoying little brat who thinks she's more important than everybody else. Please, I don't want to be rude, but I honestly can't take any more of you. You're pushing my humanity to the limits. I am trying so hard to be decent and you come up with "karma bitch"?
You aren't in high school anymore, you little twat, so fuck off.
October 18th
We had our final exam for org chem earlier and even though I felt cool about it at first I’m starting to freak out since my blockmates from the other class have gotten their results (thank God they passed) and I’m sitting here wondering if I’d gotten a good enough score on my fourth exam (since we haven’t been told our scores yet) and my final exam to actually pass the subject.
I wouldn’t be worrying if it weren’t for the fact that I haven’t passed a single test and have only managed a 24.5 on the 2nd one. And I know I wouldn’t have gotten into this situation if I’d studied harder and listened more carefully during class. But it’s just so hard and I swear next sem I’ll be on my tippy toes for every subject even super duper minor ones just so I won’t have to go through this experience ever again. Ever. Cos this hurts even worse that waiting for the next book to come out or the next season of your favorite tv show. Cos this time it has very serious consequences and I’m sick and tired of having to suffer because I’m both stupid (very, very stupid as a lot of people have pointed out) and incredibly lazy (as most people pointed out.
God, please, give me this one. And Bio as well, but my org chem score is far worse than my bio one so please please please.
[lifted from my ~other~ blog]
Christmas, 2000
No, I’m not the one with the Dora haircut.
Yes, I’m the one who looks like she’d been buried underground for quite a while and doesn’t know whether she’s glad she’s been dug out or pissed that someone is sitting on her.
Finally understood the true meaning of awesomeness. Apparently it means Paulyn, Gab and I chatting about porn at McDonalds while other people waste away around us.
It was the first time someone outside Paulyn and I knew of our p-problems (aside from my mom and sister, of course) as well and, let's just say that spreading hate feels just as good as spreading love (jk) but the burden felt lighter after divulging those emotions right after a conversation on shrek porn ((I'm not kidding, we actually talked about that))
My favorite part (Dora?) was when we thought of reasons why Gab woke up in the nude Thursday morning. Med students from the other room conducting experiments on his genitals and a succubus were our top pics but there were others.
Honestly, this is all I can remember happening today that's worth talking about. Obviously classes were a bore (though I really appreciate not being called up for extemporaneous speech) ((it wasn't luck, it was my awesomeness))
Why's it always stormy right before the calm?
Why are we so lonely before it's said and done?
This blog has really made a turn for the depressing and I'm trying my best to change that cos I'm funky as a french fry. lol.
But seriously I am a fun loving person. KETCHUP.
I was actually productive today (and by productive I mean I did at least one of the things on my to-do list).
It wasn't much work since I only had to do an intro, outline, and conclusion for my speech on "Why ketchup is God's gift to mankind."
I wanted to make a fictional history about how dinosaurs were killed by aliens in their pursuit of the ancient knowledge of ketchup making. But, since it composes 20% of my final grade (and the fact that my prof probably won't get my sense of humor) i dropped it and outlined it's impeccable abilities as the king of condiments instead.
My speech seemed pretty banging since on my outline it says something about "using the bottle" and I'm planning on making a kinky reference just to make my classmates laugh since it is my SSP.
To conclude:
A+ baby
...this was different. It was silence, yes, but the usual buzzing that clouded her hearing was gone. Nor was the echo of her footsteps heard as she advanced through the darkness. It wasn't the silence that nagged you, demanding your attention, this was the silence that swallowed you whole. Unleashing your fears, your insecurities, leaving you to dwell with them. The soft whispers of the demons you've tried so hard to bury drowning out the quiet darkness had first brought about.
This isn't hell. Hell would have been more straightforward. This is the place even satan wish not enter. A cage of your own making, built by all the thoughts and emotions you've hidden behind that mask of indifference. An endless cycle of torture that would put all of Hades to shame.
And it's all because you were too stubborn to ask for help, to take the hand they offered as you struggled to climb out of the ditch, to share your burdens with those who willingly obliged.
Now your wish is granted. You are alone. With no hopes of ever making it out, dead or alive. But it is what you've prayed for. Offered your soul to receive. And now that it's yours, there's no way of taking it back. Here, there is no hope of redemption...
I under that she's got a lot on her plate at the moment, but it doesn't mean she has to start acting like an asshole.
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
All my mind seems to come up with these days are questions. Everything that happens seems to trigger one, two or even a chain of them, occupying my mind on those quiet bus rides home.
It's not that I find them bothersome, it's actually nice having something running through my mind when enjoying the peace, but, they never do anything to lighten the burdens I lug around.
Most of the time they're harmless, though sometimes they dig too deep, uncover too much and it makes me worry. Going as far as making me question who I am. Even the choice of green being my favorite color has been put under query.
I don't know what the problem is. Am i reading too much, or not enough that my mind has nothing else to do than inquire about the choices it's made. Maybe it's the music I listen to, or maybe it's just the consequences of past decisions sinking in.
Aye, another question has made itself present. Now, how long will this keep me up. An hour? Two? Will it chase after me as I make my escape? Or will await patiently till I'm at my most vulnerable and then attack me? Who knows. Who knows...
Gotta leave all your worries at the door
'Cause life ain't nothing but a big dance floor
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