RAPE RAAAAAAAAAPE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASSED PROJECTS
CONSPIRING TEACHERS WHO COORDINATE ASSIGNMENTS FOR MAXIMUM STUDENT LABOR
5AM BEDTIMES
PRESSURE TO MAKE SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE SHIT

SHIT

SHIT


But honestly no, I mentally haven't snapped yet, but I will physically. Two fucking weeks.

And the warranty expired. Fuck, just fuck.

Time to start my swimmingful Summer a little early this year. Art school does terrible things to you.

I just realized that I haven't touched anime or manga for the longest time now. I've been so involved in the art scene (and school) that I never really bought the time to sit down, chill, and embrace some weeaboo culture. But it's better than spending my days worshiping the fucking Death Note and subsisting on shit harem animes.

I have some fond memories relating to anime. Particularly, in Higurashi no Naku Koro ni (holy shit I remembered the name), I was blown away by the entire concept. Parallel worlds, insanity outbreaks, violence, plot twists, and a non-cliche fight against fate were all the ingredients in this delicious masterpiece. That was the point when I was truly convinced that anime was a kind of fine art.

I believe the last anime I watched zealously was called Bokurano. I personally describe it as Evangelion without the whiny bitching, but still genuine pathos. It was truly a heart wrenching adventure. I was simply awed by its deep themes and provocative nature. As a result, it ruined anime for me. I didn't even bother to look for new shit to watch. It was that good.

Well, there's a little essay of mine. I just wanted to acknowledge some superb animations that I truly cherished, through all the Code Geasses, Bleaches, and Full Metal Alchemists.

And I hope my blogging doesn't make me sound like I have a vagina.

Still breathing. Still going strong.