Ozy and Millie

It's a webcomic. You've probably heard of it, at some point. A good comic, but every time I read through the archives I start being pseudointellectual...

... I had something else to say, but I lost it....

That happens a lot.

Congrats, Anna, you win the prize. You're the only one who reads these tiny messages.

Obsessing

I obsess over things far too much. Really. Far too often I find something I like and I go overboard.

Like the skirts thing. I really went too far. Sure, it was alright at the beginning, when I was just curious, but now... Now I'm fantasizing. Fantasizing I'm a really girly girl. Imagining I'm in a sailor fuku. Seeing myself posing for pictures.

Do you want to know what I see myself wishing myself to be? Tough shit, I'm telling you anyways.

My hair... Long, perhaps to my elbows, soft, shiny, smooth, straight, and purple.
My face... My jaw is more slender, my nose a little less pronounced... not much change here.
My body... Curves are actually curves, not blobby protrusions.
My legs... Slender, blending with my curves.

As for an outfit? Apparently my mind has a well-stocked wardrobe, it keeps changing. Most often, though, I'm wearing either a cute purple dress that goes down to mid-thigh or a cute blue sailor fuku (coming even shorter than the dress). Underneath, frilly purple bikini panties and matching bra.

I have a very cute ideal for myself. *kisses female mental self's cheek*

Tiny stuff that doesn't really matter cus no one reads it... but I suppose that's a good thing, it allows me to rant to other people, other people being just me.

I like having conversations with myself, but I don't often get a word in edgewise

And on the occasions I do, it's always something that sounds sorta funny to me at the time.

And then I try to think of how I could put it into a comic or something, but it never works.

For instance, just now I was thinking of this comic, of Skirting Danger ((good comic, not updated recently, though.)), and I started with the line "Have you ever considered becoming a racist?" to which I replied "No, but I have considered becoming a feminist."

I dunno. Maybe it has something to do with the way that trippy movies affect my mind. ... I was (and still am) watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when it popped into my head, did I forget to mention that?

"I'm traveling through time as we speak." Stop talking to me, damn voices.

I might be insane, but I'm still sane enough to know it.

... Man, I'm tired today.

So, today was a nice day... Got up around 1... then I did... pretty much nothing.

All day.

With the exception of tae kwon do this evening and dinner, I really didn't leave my room. Yup. Good times.

So, in my day of nothingness, I found this site. W00t. That's all I have to say right now. Maybe I'll go into a passionate rant later.

But not now. Now, I'm going to tell you about a manga I found through Stop Tazmo, "Pretty Face."

Pretty Face is about high school punk Masashi Randou, who gets brutally mangled in a bus crash. He was pulled out of the wreckage and his face was repaired by a local doctor, Manabe Jun ((John Manabe in English translation)), while he was in a coma for a year... but, since they couldn't tell who he was, Randou's face was reconstructed by the picture he had in his pocket, a picture of Kurumi Rina, the girl he has a crush on. When he wakes up and sees his new pretty face ((haha hey look the title)), he freaks out and demands his old face back, but they have no reference for it, and he finds out that another mangled victim of the same bus crash was determined to be Randou and had died in the crash. So, presumed dead, with the face of the girl he likes, he goes home, determined to get a picture of his face so they can change it back... but his family has moved. So, out of ideas, he starts to head back to Manabe's hospital, when the thought of what would happen if he ran into Rina hit him... and then she shows up behind him. Long story short, Rina's twin sister, Kurumi Yuna, ran away more than a year ago, and now she thinks he's Yuna. Wild and crazy antics follow.

Yeah... Kinda lost myself in the description half way through, but that's essentially it. 52 issues, cute art, minor nudity ((top half shown from time to time, netherbits always blurred when uncovered)).

Complete series on Stoptazmo.com, zip files.

"Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him." -Mel Brooks

Happy Whatever Day

Yeah. Happy whatever day.

I've never liked this holiday... It's always too hot, and I always end up being forced to stay outside for most of it... I don't even like this country that much...

A new view from the mind of the Oni: there is no such thing as a truly open mind, there are only minds that are less closed than others.

I like to think I have one of those.

Hmm... It'd be cool to have a nice smell in my room... like incense... but I'm too lazy to get some... Although, I do believe I need it, my room reeks sometimes.... but right now it's almost too hot to smell...

FUCKING JULY. BE OVER WITH ALREADY.

... No, I'm sorry, July... I didn't mean it... I still have stuff to do this month... and my birthday's at the end... and August will be even worse...

T-T there's no escape...

Quibbly bibble

No, my brain isn't working right now, how kind of you to ask.

A month into summer break, and I am very bored. Really. I just can't find a way to occupy my time for the 16 hours I'm awake per day on average ((that's noon to 4 a.m.)).

I could write, but that usually requires a jolt of inspiration, and I haven't had one of those since.... my last post. I could draw, but that also requires inspiration... and I did last night, I just have to scan it in. I could read, but I've been reading The Princess Bride and I just finished that... and that requires a functioning brain. I could watch T.V. but there usually isn't anything but shit on.

So, it's not that there's nothing to do, but that I just don't want to do them... So there's nothing to do, really, but sit around and be emo.

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