Some thing on marriage that I found and pasted in its entirety:

Anime
Haibane Renmei
Serial Experiments Lain
Simoun

Books
Dynasty of Rogues (Jane Fletcher)
The Warrior Who Carried Life (Geoff Ryman)
Broken Wings (L. J. Baker)

Comics
Anything by Marjane Satrapi (not a title...)

Games
DDR Supernova/Flash
Ar Tonelico
Odin Sphere
Persona 3 (OMGOMG MUSTHAVE!!! <---crazy Shin Megami Tensei fan)
Tales of the World: Radiant Mythology

I was looking through some Loving Annabelle screencaps yesterday, specifically the parts where they're both getting naked, when I minimized the window and went to get a drink. My mom started to use the computer while I was in the kitchen, and she brought up the window...! Can you say EMBARRASSING!? At least it wasn't hardcore lesbian porn or anything, but still... God, I hate it when people invade my privacy like that @_@.

So, I guess this is it. My fate is sealed for the next year. Makes me feel kinda uneasy.

God, I feel so empty. Everything's been so quietly suckish lately.

Heh, one of the things I love about my journal is no one within a 500 km radius out of Oslo knows its me writing it. Also a way for me to remember what's been happening, as my long-term memory really sucks. An acquaintance of mine has a tendency to bitch at me for pouring out my troubles in my former journal, y'know, sorta moaning about them like I'm doing right now, so I decided to make an anonymous one here. 

It's kinda liberating, and an excuse of sorts for talking to yourself and bitching without hurting anyone :P.  Sometimes I hate it when people look at me like I'm a good person. I feel like I'm deceiving them. It bothers me because I wonder how they'd be if they knew all the thoughts I have stuffed up in my head, all the shallow and hurtful thoughts for people who don't really deserve it. 
And then there are some who DO deserve it, but that's not a very nice thought, is it? What the hell. This is me talking to myself in public, anyways. Hello, me. Hello, whoever actually bothers to read this (which I highly doubt). 

The vacation has at last come to an end, and I've yet to say I've done anything productive with that time, apart from working on a dead-end fanfic.

My first attempt at anything close to a fanfiction drabble :O!
YoruSoi-flavored.
Warnings: None
This has also been posted at Yorusoi.

Thwack! Or: The Day Soi Fong Learned How to Shapeshift was a rather Dramatic Day

Thwack!
The one horrible sound echoing throughout the halls of the 2nd division's HQ. Ohmaeda doesn't quite understand the shocked silence and dropped jaws that follows his action of hitting the one rogue hornet that had approached him. Not until about 5 minutes later, when his usually level-headed underlings, in their various states of shrieking fear and full-on panic, explain to him exactly why "that damn insect" is being rushed to the emergency rooms of 4th division. It certainly explained the small makeshift electric pads and the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation attempts. 

"Why didn't you guys tell me earlier!?" Ohmaeda, sweating madly and hyperventilating, screams at his subordinates.
"The Captain mastered it today! She was just about to tell you when you hit her with that 'Rukongai Raunchies' magazine!"

That was 20 minutes ago. Ohmaeda is just about to congratulate himself on finding this marvelous hiding spot when he suddenly hears an alarmingly soft sound in the dark. 

It is the sound of claws extending, and of feline muscles bunching together for a leap.

Later on, when Captain Unohana declares Soifon's condition stable, nobody (nobody in the 2nd Division anyways) dares to ask why Ohmaeda looks as if he's been savaged by, say, a particularly pissed off cat. 

Thank god for great songs : |.