I am Spike.

Then Jet, then Vicious, then Ein. This amuses me more than words can say, being as it is so very, very wrong.

I'm also a red dragon: grr. rar. fire!

I also remembered why it was that the whole hentai-vs-yaoi argument (looking back to the last blograntmeme, how very retro of me) made me blink and stammer at first: the first time I came across the term 'hentai' must have been a misuse, in an online test "how hentai are you"? related to /yaoi/ pairings, not straight or lesbian-assumed-to-be-for-the-viewing-pleasure-of-men ones. Which i got 'ecchi' on, since, well, their attempts at being provocative and non-vanilla served to amuse me and/or turn me right off. (Foodsex is /not/ one of my fic hardons, and mention of bananas and feathers just served to make me snerk.) So... yeah.

Today, I was given a carnation by Jo-chan whom I adore. It was very sweet of her. I got random hallway comments for having pink hair fading to white and a white carnation behind my ear.

After a while I went over all Oscar Wilde and painted it green, and felt vaguely bad. But it looks pretty cool.

This is the sound of me not having tutoring today and having to remember that i need to watch buffy: musical! episode! eeee!

i love music.
i love it more than words can say.
i just wish it didn't have such a stranglehold on my emotions.

this message brought to you by: the fact that 'everybody hurts' still has the power to make me cry.