To you.

In a virtual world that consists of nothing but purchasing, impressing, and conversing with others, I am a lovely outcast.
In this nonsense blog, I'll apparently be whining and complaining over aspects of Ameba Pico, and occasionally, everyday life, in the words of a schizophrenic, delusional fifteen-year-old cross-dresser living in America.
I'm not promising to be bubbly and happy about anything, because I'm not.
In all honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Hi, I'm Hope. It's nice to meet you.

And also, since I said this in a post way back before anything, the names of the posts are just whatever happened to be there when I pressed Ctrl+V.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Roxanne.

Simple layout is easy layout.

His eyes upon your face.
I was watching Eden of the East today, I came to this conclusion after watching Taki-blahblah go through his trials as number IX of the Sel-o-something. I decided that when I grow up, I'm going to save the world.

His hand upon your hand.
Now how to even accomplish that goal, I don't know. It's not like it's possible to save everyone. Just like how it's not possible to be friends with everyone. I, however, try to be a living piece of proof that says no, it is possible to be friends with everyone.
His lips caress your skin.
So, yes. I've made a blatant point to be friends with everyone that my friends hate. Why? Because. If my friend, let's call him Akira, since I'm watching Eden of the East, hates this other kid named Osugo, though it's really the other way around in the show, I'm not going to hate Osugo because Akira does. Because that is just retarded. In those kinds of situations, I will undoubtedly go extremely out of my way to befriend Osugo. Then I can judge his character for myself. And in most situations, Osugo will turn out to be a really nice guy.

It's more than I can stand.
I also watched Batman: Under the Red Hood today. WHEN JASON DIED, I WAS SO SAD. JASON. NOOOOOO. But then he turns all psychotic zombie and comes back. Not really.

Why does my heart cry?
I also watched a Justice League movie today. I don't remember what it was called, but it had something to do with the whole infinite parallel worlds theory. I was kind of sad when the.. ..I don't remember his name, so let's call him the Anti-Flash, died. I loved his accent so much. That was pretty messed up of Batman to do that. And the Anti-Batman... ...Because of his mask, and the fact that the eyes were just white circles and don't move unlike Batman's, just made him look surprised all the time. And ugly. And the Anti-Wonder Woman was a bitch.

Feelings I can't fight.
Why am I up at three in the morning again.
You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me.
I love Moulin Rouge. 
And please, believe me when I say I love you.
In case you're wondering, the italicized words are from the song El Tango de Roxanne from the musical Moulin Rouge!. I love Christian's part so much. The Duke is a creepy bastard. Satine truly isn't all that pretty. And out of everyone, her voice is probably the weakest. I'm going to shut up and go to bed now.

Uh. BYE.

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