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wThursday, March 06, 2003

feeling: bored
listening to: Evangelion - Cruel Angel's Thesis


Here is a little something someone at Animeboards whom I don't really know all that well posted about me in a 'what other forum members think of you' type of thread...

Bekkichan comes across as a very honest lady. That's because she's been infected with a horrible virus that forces her to tell the truth compulsively. She has an addiction to tuna fish sandwich and is allergic to the only known cure for the virus, which is scotch bonnet peppers. If she eats them, she'll swell up until she explodes. However, she wouldn't have the virus anymore. It's a trade off.

I'm still trying to figure out the tuna fish sandwich thing. o.o; I am, however, the kind of person who'd rather live with the illness than suffer the side effects of the cure. Heh, that could be applied to sooo many different aspects of life..

In other news... today was the LAST meeting of my biology lab. No more tearing up poor innocent dead kittieeees :D *jig*

...aaaand my life has again fallen into one of those... things. Where there's really nothing at all going on and you can't think of anything to talk about even if you try. What are those things called? Oh yeah, ruts. Lower'n a snake's belly in a wagon rut? Nah, I just like saying "lower'n".

Gackt is so cute. x) Have I ever explained the whole 'butabara' thing? So, like, Gackt is doing an interview and talking about how he likes to shop at chain supermarkets because he loves the atmosphere there. Keehee, everytime I hear him say "Daisuki desu ne" (I love it) in that part of the interview, I just... turn into pudding. "Daisuki desu ne~" *heartheart*... anyhow... then he says that he doesn't like to buy meat from the meat section out in front; rather, he prefers to head to the back area (the butcher's section, closed to customers) where they keep the good stuff - the "hidden meat". And what kind of meat does he like to buy? Butabara blokku, of course. Pork belly blocks. And as if that's not adorable enough, he then cracks up laughing at himself because 'butabara blokku' sounds so goofy. >u<

Anyway, then the interview goes on for a while, etc etc. And then later he returns to that same show to be interviewed again, and the first thing they ask him is how the 'reaction' has been since his last interview. To which he replies, "You know how I like to go shopping and such?... I can't go anymore." He then explains that everywhere he goes, people point at him and say "Ah, it's Butabara!" (Gackt's reply: "Hey, I'm not Butabara... o_o;;") Which leads to the true funny part...

Interviewer: So you can't go to Marusho (his favorite supermarket) anymore?
Gackt: Well, no matter where I go, it's... *chant* "Butabara... butabara...... butabara..."
Interviewer: Sorry about that, it's because of that weird conversation we had last time, isn't it?

...pause...

Gackt: *whispers* ...butabara...

Talk about a classic moment. >u<

My head hurts, I'm tired, I have homework, and I'm out of random blog fodder. So I guess I'll be off now. Feh.

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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/06/2003 10:15:00 PM


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