Note To Self:

Never, ever watch Verbrechen/Strafe in the middle of the night again. Okay, maybe next week. Not because it isn't good, but because having to repress mad fangirl squeals and one's own half-snarky, half OMGILOVETHIS fannish babbling and yelling at the screen about how much Powell needs to FUCKING DIE ALREADY at half three in the morning? So not cool.

Why am I on LJ ranting incoherently about an anime I've already seen? Because it is, um, four in the morning now and I'm on a Fangirl High and where else do I have to say this shit that won't result in my waking the house?

So. Love. Love, love, love.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I should have watched this again So. Much. SOONER. Bwee. Why I get so nervous about watching anime I love I don't know. I mean, it's my anime. Nobody else has to see it with me and know what a colossal fangirl nerd I turn into. It's not like I'm going to have to defend this to anybody except for the posuers in my comms who waste no time telling everyone how stupid they think WK is but still seem to have watched THE ENTIRE GODDAMN SERIES.

Must watch again ASAP. It's only about a hour so maybe I'll do it after work on Monday. I've got two evening shifts in a row, so I don't have to be at work till 12 on Tuesday, so I'll sit up for a while and do shit on Monday night and I have a feeling that shit will involve watching my Angst-Ridden OAV of Choice. If nothing else, it'll be an excellent way to calm down and remind myself that hey, I'm still the same old silly shrieking fangirl even if I am back in my nurse costume.

Speaking of: Tomokazu Seki is very good at screaming.

*Hides video files in a secret folder Hidey Place where nobody else ever goes*

Yukie reminds me of Ouka. What is it about Weiss and summarily killing all the cool girls? Kaori... well, actually I rather like her (at least she has a reason for being there which is more than Sakura does) but why are the ones who live always so docile? Oh, except for Yuriko. Yuriko was cute. I like Yuriko and think I want a 'Yuriko is cooler than your Sue' icon. Though perhaps an Ouka one would be better since Ouka gets character-bashed far more often.

Anyway: why, why, why does nobody write Akira x Ken slash? Why is the only slashfic I've ever found containing that pairing so goddamn awful?! The cluelesss idiot in that fic is NOT Akira Hibana because Akira Hibana was cool and he's so a seme kthx. I demand better slash! Come on. We're Weiss ficcers. We slash everything in pants, so why not Akira and Ken? They're crying out for it, man! Ken wants on. BLATANTLY.

Ken. Ken, Ken, Ken, how do you make being covered in blood and looking totally batshit insane so CUTE? ♥

I am so glad I have the full version of No Reason. I love this song. *fangirls* Thanks, goddess_triad!

Anyway, I think I'm going to finish up my condensed Verbrechen/Strafe sometime in the next few days. I don't think I'll post the update at ff.net since I don't want anyone noticing I wrote an evil and wicked scriptfic, OMGNOEZ, and getting my dear little Kleine Weiss Kreuz pulled for me... but oh well, I'll just stick it on my homepage instead. And I want to do it because it amuses me so much. I promise not to riff on Ken's debatable sexuality and how he can't seem to decide if he wants on with Youji or Akira. Well, not often, anyway.

... and that strip club scene amuses me far, far too much. The terrifying thing is it just made me realize what a stupid, fanny, idiot shipper I was turning into, or already was and didn't realize. Youji takes Ken to a strip club. I squeal and point out that they're going out together never mind that it's to visit a girly bar and OMG Youji x Ken theirloveissocanon. LOOK, they're GOING OUT TOGETHER. Yeah, and when Ken runs Youji through? They so obviously want each other. No, in all seriousness, Verbrechen/Strafe has Subtext Leik Whoa--

... and then you all throw rocks at me...

Forgive me, it's late early. Actually, forgive me this whole post.

Incidentally, Ken + Handgun = OTP.

Their love is so lethal.

Today I have been mostly taking laundry in and dyeing my hair.

Hooray.

Yes, it really has been that exciting, kids.

I do not like dyeing my hair. I do not like the fact that I have to spend ages upended over the bath. I do not like draping dust sheets everywhere and hoping like Hell the dye doesn't get on anything. I do not like waiting while it develops with a towel on my head. I do not like the dye's propensity to turn my hair, while it's developing, into a frazzled mass of straw which requires about half a bottle of conditioner on before it starts behaving again. I do not like the way the dye smells or how I always feel light-headed after it.

The problem is, I dislike my natural hair color even more and like having dyed hair.

Besides, I couldn't very well show up at this ward I have to work on for the next 12 goddamned weeks with mostly black hair and about two inches of visible regrowth where I'd reverted to being a kind of mousy blondish-brown. Well, I mean I could, but... yeah, first impressions, it wouldn't exactly have looked particularly professional of me. And I don't want to work there post-registration (God forbid) but I do want them to give me a job reference.

Anyway, because I have promised myself that I'm not going to bitch about my placement before the fact, and will save any complaining I have to do for later when I actually have something of substance to complain about: have the Weiss Kreuz parody thing I promised I was going to finish up sometime today.

( Kleine Weiss Kreuz: Verbrechen )
( Kleine Weiss Kreuz: Strafe )

... nope, nothing bizarre about me.

That was considerably more interesting than listening to someone bitch idiotically about a job she hasn't even started yet, huh?

Note: for those of you who really want to read about my pre-placement bitching, there should be some entries in my journal archives that are suited admirably your purpose, in around about June and October. As it is this entry was in danger of turning into a repeat of a story which wasn't even remotely interesting in the first place, so I felt a little change of programming was required.

Anyway, now I'm going to kill the time before bed and my inevitable doom when my shift starts at midday tomorrow by answering comments and playing around. And working out what in the Hell I'm going to be writing on the bus in the mornings. I'm thinking I'll do Seuche after all, just for the first week and for the sake of having written something for that fic. But after that, I'll probably write something different since writing on the bus slows my output down. Anyway, we'll see.

Incidentally: I may get a shade scatty with weiss_badfics next week. If I do, it's the schedule...

And: I have exactly 2,400 tracks on my mp3 player. Isn't that nice?