ReadingLirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess
Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go
Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)
Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.
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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.
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I cleaned the apartment, and I think I'm going to be sick
9/6/2004 09:29:45 PM
"And although I owed this guy my kidney, I managed to talk him down into accepting my sister." - Charles, Friendly Hostility.
I just ate an entire can of fruit salad in five minutes.
This may have been a bad idea. I haven't quite decided yet.
I do feel a bit like I'm going to throw up.
But hey, that's several entire seconds of me not thinking about depressing things. I'm feeling very depressed this evening, moreso than usual, and I'm not sure I can vocalize why. This isn't one of those "It's not the fucking business of anyone who chances to read this" non-vocalizations. It's just . . . one of those things you can't really explain, because there's too many sources at once, or no source at all.
And yeah, maybe a little of it's because people I know keep tripping across this place, and while I don't really care if they do, I'd still feel uncomfortable if certain people read about certain things that have been going through my head lately, because it's complicated and confusing and talking about that would just make me sound a moron.
Part of it's because I finished reading Young Justice today. I always hate getting to the end of a series. I can go months between watching episodes of an anime, just because I don't want to watch that final episode. I sort of put off reaching the end of a videogame until it's unavoidable, because when it's the end it's The End. Books aren't quite the same, and I'm not sure why, but I've never really had any problems with finishing books except when they make me feel sick. And I'm not sure if comic books are going to fall under the book category or the everything else category. I'm not sure if I'm even sold as a comic book fan right now. Really, I'm just a Bart Allen/Impulse fan, and finishing Young Justice pretty much brings me to the end of Things With Bart in them beyond some one-shots (like Bart Saves the Universe) that I just can't find and some crossovers with other series that I doubt I'll be able to track down even if I knew what they were. Well, there's some issues of the Flash. Those I can probably find. But otherwise, that's it, that's all, there'll be no more reading about a character I found utterly endearing and moving for me, and that's probably why I hate coming to the end of so many things. Because then it's -over-.
Certainly some of the current mood probably stems from the weird feeling that comes with finishing a series, and some comes from not being able to talk to anyone about it. Because Jinxer hasn't read very far and is annoyed with me besides, Meia's busy busy busy with university, and, well, I just don't want to pester Noel.
A lot of the current mood, though, I think, probably comes from the fact that I cleaned my apartment today. Honest-to-god cleaning. At least, by my standards it's clean. If someone, friends or parents, came and saw it, they'd probably make their opinions clear that it's still filthy and disgusting and I'm worthy of all manner of contempt . . . but it's not like people are over here that often anyway.
Which makes me wonder why I bother.
Because it's empty now and I'm not surrounded by the familiar and comforting clutter that's usually around, and that leads to a very definite feeling of being alone.
I'm not sure why I bothered.
Random note of weirdness - I never realized my relationship with my family was any kind of messed up until I moved here and started hanging out with people I'm not that close to anyway. Being with other people who have something resembling normalacy, or happiness, in their lives kind of brings out how screwed up everything in yours is.
Writing all the news unfit to speak, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
