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Hikaru no Go marathon, done!
Man, I love re-reading this manga all in one go, I should do it more often. Even though it does strange things to my brain, and by the end of volume 16 I'm usually a wreck. (Because of what happens, not because I've been reading it for 10+ hours straight! That really dangerous brain frying thing only happens when I do Eyeshield 21 marathons .... HikaGo screws with my tender - yet black-ish (and kinda shrunken) - heart more than anything.)
GAH. Sai. Hikaru. Akira. Ogata. Oh God I'm such a fan of Ogata, that baka, it's not even funny. I love him. So much.


In other news, I'll probably be starting Library and Information Science (henceforth, LIS) at Humboldt Uni Berlin in the fall, so there's that. They actually let me choose some courses!
Now let me explain: at the University of Mannheim, it was like: "These are your 6 courses for this semester. Have fun."
And now I get to choose!
At first I was all "Yay, free choice! Sort of!"
Then it dawned on me that choosing is hard. Like, do I want to learn Perl or Java? Am I more interested in LIS with an international or a legal focus (Yeah okay so that's a no-brainer for me, but anyway ...)? What do I want my minor to be? IT? Maths? History?
Waaaaah ....


So where was I? Oh yes, the acquisition of Ogata-themed icons .... *whistles*

When I read Hikaru no Go for the first time (about 7 years ago, I think), I hated Ochi with a passion only to be rivaled by my hatred for a certain Rolling Stones song (Paint it Black if you must know).
In the following years, whenever I returned to HikaGo, I gleefully allowed my hatred to fester and grow. After all, I firmly believe in hating a few clearly defined things or people (preferably fictional) far removed from my daily life, so I can choose when to obsess about hating them.

Anyway, this time around, I found I could kind of understand Ochi, and I viewed his behaviour with a calm, laissez-faire attitude.

Well, if this is what maturity and advanced age brings me, I WANT NO PART OF IT. GIVE ME MY HATRED OF OCHI BACK!!! >: T

It's Summer! The sun is shining, it's hot, not a single cloud is marring the cerulean sky. Music is playing, the beer is cold.
I'm very, if somewhat mysteriously, happy. I don't even have much reason to be happy, on the contrary. Yet here I am, grinning broadly. Such is life. ^_^

I'll be over here, skipping around and enjoying the day. ;)

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That's what it has come to.

As some of you know, I'm a natural blonde, and very, very pale. I recently started dying my hair in progressively darker shades, until just before our trip to Paris, I had arrived at black with a red shimmer (which in neon light manifested itself as purple, but that's another story).
This black(-ish) colour, in combination with my almost shoulder-length, super-straight fine hair, was promptly dubbed "Snape Hair" by kawaiipansy. ;)
She'll be happy to know that I've gone the final step and dyed my hair blue-black, and now look more like our dear Severus than ever.

No. There won't be any pictures. You'll have to take me at my word. ^_^

Especially when life has a good, long laugh at me.


I've been hunting for the perfect pair of spectacles for a few months now - my spare pair, or so I thought. I knew what I wanted, too. Black, square, at most 2.5 cm (an inch) high, simple design. I was taking my time.
So life decided to give me a kick in the ass - and destroy my current pair. The bloody metal wire holding together the middle section broke like a twig. I almost blinded myself when I reached up to hold up my glasses and just avoided stabbing myself in the eye with said wire.

Luckily I was home and had my older pair at hand. They're giving me a headache, but it's better than being practically blind.
Tomo- today I'll go looking for new glasses.

Sigh.

This is what happens when I am actually online for a while, without posting my findings or whatever in regular intervals. Instead, it all accumulates until I have about 50 open tabs in Firefox and I'm starting to go cross-eyed.

Anyway, first things first:
Following copperbadge 's post earlier, I decided to re-post this, quoting what he wrote.

This is a link. Don't click it until you read the rest of the post.

ATTACHMENT THERAPY: A SEARCH FOR SURVIVORS.

A compatriot and good friend of mine has begun work on a blog for survivors of Attachment Therapy, also referred to as Holding Therapy or Rage Reduction. This is a brutal and sometimes fatal form of abuse masquerading as psychiatric treatment. There's next to nothing out there for children and adults who have undergone it, in part because it's a relatively new "technique". Attachment therapy promises quick fixes and firm results and creates lasting scars instead.

This is child abuse, sanctioned and committed by so-called professionals and funded by insurance companies. It is child abuse, and there is plenty of documentation that it can easily end in murder.

If you'd like more details about what Attachment Therapy involves, and some of these are graphic, you can visit the blog. If you can't cope, or don't want to, I don't care. You don't have to read it, though I think you should. What matters is making this public. And that, honestly, means getting that blog as public as humanly possible.

So read it or don't read it, but please post the link and title on your journal. Some parent's going to be told they should send their child to Attachment Therapy and they're going to get on Google and try to research it, or their friends or family are. Some survivor is going to start struggling with their experiences and look for help, and they'll get on Google too. The above-linked blog should be the first link anyone sees when they search for Attachment Therapy. I believe this without reservation.

Feel free to copy the text of this post, in whole or in part, when you post. Permalink here.

Guys? Spread the word.

Happy and exasperating, quiet and joyously loud, screaming at someone, drinking too much punch, getting the wrong gift, not having any, throwing ornaments at someone, kissing while not under a mistletoe, living fully, consciously. Eating the last cookie and grinning while singing along to "Last Christmas". Missing someone. Reading a good book. Getting socks.


Have a very merry Christmas. ♥

Definitely not dead. --stop--
Coming back to LJ soon. --stop--
Hope all is well. --stop--

In which I write down everything I read, watch, do (more or less) in this so far wonderful year of 2007.
This post will be edited and expanded as I go, challenges are included at the bottom.
I might add that I count re-reads and fanfiction both for the book and for the pages challenge.
I will not however, count manga and comics.

ETA: Errh, okay, let me rephrase that: This is now officially called "Testimony to my CRAZY".
I showed this to my parents, and they were all "When do you even study for university?", so I kinda went "Eh, ahaha, well, you know ... ^^;;".

( Lists and logs ahead ... )