It's 10:40, it's Christmas Eve, and I'm working on this Satoshi Site I've neglected such September. Right now I'm stuck at my grandparents house in L.A, and I'm sure that L.A is a great city for most people, but I'm a cowgirl. I live in a place most people have never heard of. In the middle of the desert no less. So that fact that Yoshiki lives here (or lived here or visits here or whatever!) would have been enough to make me happy during July, in the heart of my obsession with jrock, but since then there has been school, PSAT, a boyfriend, smashing pumpkins, and video games. My grandparents house looked down on a large part of Los Angeles. There are a lot of little yellow lights down below me right now. The idea of finding a beautiful jrocker in this city covered by smog is damn near impossible. (so just watch, I’ll bump into him at the airport and be too zoned out to even realize it’s him!) This year I rod on the back of a Fire truck (actually it was a trunk owned by the firefighters FOLLOWING a Fire truck) with my two little cousins and their parents. I watched Prancer Returns, and the Little Drummer Boy this morning, followed by ‘Tis the Night Before Christmas, and Rudolph the red-nosed Reindeer This evening. I decorated the tree, ate turkey pie, and unwrapped a few gifts. And still, when mom told me to go to bed early so Santa could come I had no idea what she was talking about. “Oh! Tomorrow’s Christmas isn’t it?!” Why am I so lost of Christmas cheer? What I wouldn’t give to be seven or eight again, where the mere sight of warping paper was enough to send me bouncing of the walls with the thought of Christmas. Where are those sleepless nights waiting for Santa to come? Lost to adolescence and rock n’ roll music I guess. Anyway, when I’m not bitching about Christmas cheer, I’m a high-school student and sixteen years old. I do not have a car (yet!) and cannot drive ( I blame my brother and the government!) but do have dyed red hair. I’m a punk, or like to think so. Fishnet, baggy pants, spikes, the works. Anywho, I came across D.N. Angel from a friend of mine. She had read some thing about it during my (and hers) freshman year of high school and told me the plot summary. (or at least, what she thought it was about. Told me some great yaoi thingy. I was so happy until I learned it wasn’t actually yaoi, but felt better when I learned it implied a great deal of yoai relationships. But Mainly, I just loved the art. I wasn’t interested in the plot until I spotted them a website and bought them translated into Chinese. I don’t know Chinese. But hey were only five dollars a book so I thought, what the hell? Plot summaries for the first three books are easy to find. But after that I ad to search and search and look at the pretty pictures and try to make out what was happening…I could only get the first four books, but I found a nice summary of the fifth and sixth. But that was a while ago. Maybe there’s a seventh now? I’m to lazy to look. Maybe summer. Summer I will unearth all my forgotten anime obsessions. But that’s the way I work: From one beautiful animated man to another. Dilandau (Escaflowne), Satoshi, Karou (Eva), Kyo, Hatsuharu (fruits Basket), etc. it wasn’t until august and September that I became interested in real men. Well, real people that is. I was introduced to Jrock. Oh men in drag, how can you go wrong? And so much fanfiction…Not to mention the great music. Ti was actually the music videos that got me into the idea, and of course the band Dir En Grey. Still my favorite band. *drools over Kyo..* But hey, don’t mock me cause I like prefer pretty boys. I’m 70% gay, after all. I can like guys who look like chicks. It’s the rest of the world that’s sick. That’s enough Personal Information for now. |