E.R. No, not E.R. the tv show.

Feeling: nostalgic
Listening to: kiddos playin' in ze pool

Of all the things I could possibly talk about right now, I choose to talk about… a story that has ended. You know when you read a book, fall in love with the characters, creating a slight connection with each and every one—you then follow their story, watch as the it unfolds and then folds once again—folding to an end.

When that happens, I feel sad. Sad that it ended. Sad that the end of the end that I so was waiting for hopefully—the one that came out all good after all, where the man finally got his hat back and everybody could come back home. A happy ending.

But why? Why… why must stories end when they only got soooo very very very good as it did, at the end? It’s so sad.

I know I sound really serious right now. Really broody, actually. And you’ll be even more shocked that I am so serious sounding when I am actually talking about a silly, touching sci-fi anime. Anime, yes. Anime. Goofy, uplifting anime. That stuff that's almost as addictive as candy. You know that stuff, right?

It went by the name of Eureka Seven…

But I guess it being cartoon, book, or just plain fiction… doesn’t really change the fact that it’s just as effective and heartfelt as any other story.

Now… a change of mood.

I HAVE A NEW OBSESSION ON MY OH-SO-WONDERFUL LIST, MWAHAHAHA. <3 XD