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Dec. 31st, 2004 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubahMan, I don't know what is wrong with me. . .
Okay, so I got the anime for christmas? And I watched it in two days. . .
So then, I go look up the manga, and decide to try for Trigun Maximum on p2p. In the meanwhile, I go and get the first half of the trigun manga from HASTINGS (that's scary)
Then, after reading that (and trying to figure out how different it was from the anime) the first segment of Trigun Maximum finishes up (after like, three days) so I'm all 'yayayayayayayay!!!!!!!!11111111111' at one o'clock at night, and deri and sparki are like 'stfu n00b'
And then I get really confused, so I find a site that explains how they [don't] fit together, and I understand a little bit better.
Then the second trigun maximum finishes downloading (in only one day this time:D) so I read that (at 1 AM) and am lyk 'omp woah.'
so today I rigged up another trip to hastings (this time with dad) to get Trigun volume 2 and trigun maximum 3 (I figure I'm spending enough to warrent the downloads of TM 1 and 2, besides, they don't have them there anyways;P) and now I'm deciding if I really want to read TM3.
I'm so turning into a fangirl ;_;
Megan called last night, and I offered her the deluxe opportunity to come and watch it, but apparently the promises of hawt guyz isn't enough to displace her fear of ANIME. It seems as though her dad used to record it off cartoon network, and they apparently had lots of boobage and such. She didn't really know.
Her dad's a preacher, so I'm a little bit curious, but I'm not asking.
(she also offered to go to the movies last night and to do some sort of thing today for new year's eve. declined both-- you'd think I was a recluse or something@@;;;;;;;)
I reeeeeally want to draw fanart, or doll. but I'm scared, because it won't look good.
yargh, don't yell at me-- because it wouldn't! but I want to, and I just. . . bleh. tracing is fun. I'll trace until I can almost do it by myself ;_; *hides from the real artists that read this*
I swear, I'm not unipolar. . .
Okay, so I got the anime for christmas? And I watched it in two days. . .
So then, I go look up the manga, and decide to try for Trigun Maximum on p2p. In the meanwhile, I go and get the first half of the trigun manga from HASTINGS (that's scary)
Then, after reading that (and trying to figure out how different it was from the anime) the first segment of Trigun Maximum finishes up (after like, three days) so I'm all 'yayayayayayayay!!!!!!!!11111111111' at one o'clock at night, and deri and sparki are like 'stfu n00b'
And then I get really confused, so I find a site that explains how they [don't] fit together, and I understand a little bit better.
Then the second trigun maximum finishes downloading (in only one day this time:D) so I read that (at 1 AM) and am lyk 'omp woah.'
so today I rigged up another trip to hastings (this time with dad) to get Trigun volume 2 and trigun maximum 3 (I figure I'm spending enough to warrent the downloads of TM 1 and 2, besides, they don't have them there anyways;P) and now I'm deciding if I really want to read TM3.
I'm so turning into a fangirl ;_;
Megan called last night, and I offered her the deluxe opportunity to come and watch it, but apparently the promises of hawt guyz isn't enough to displace her fear of ANIME. It seems as though her dad used to record it off cartoon network, and they apparently had lots of boobage and such. She didn't really know.
Her dad's a preacher, so I'm a little bit curious, but I'm not asking.
(she also offered to go to the movies last night and to do some sort of thing today for new year's eve. declined both-- you'd think I was a recluse or something@@;;;;;;;)
I reeeeeally want to draw fanart, or doll. but I'm scared, because it won't look good.
yargh, don't yell at me-- because it wouldn't! but I want to, and I just. . . bleh. tracing is fun. I'll trace until I can almost do it by myself ;_; *hides from the real artists that read this*
I swear, I'm not unipolar. . .
