It has finally ended.
Doushirou de Gozaru.
IT ENDED, GODDAMNIT!
I’ll certainly miss that samurai from Nevada, and Kensuke’s humorous acts. I’ll miss Eri-tan’s (Eri-rin?) bursts of laughter. I’ll miss Saotome, the loligori. I’ll miss Ikeuchi, the bald prince-wannabe, Sato, the cowardly bully, Kanno, the jerk, Rei-chan, the wimpy older brother, and all of them.
Why does it have to end so abruptly?
(Real blog post coming in a moment, btw)
I actually am a huge fan of shoujo. Okay, I’m aware that not everyone’s going to fall in love with everyone, but it’s not like it’s all about your “nakama” either. Besides, you get tired of power-up fights in shonen anyway, and there’s really no point to wanting it to change because those fights are what shonen is all about. It’s meant to attract violence-curious little kids like my dear cousins (and also fangirls by its good-looking bunch of guys. Hey, shoujo have good-looking guys, too, minus the superpowers).
I have just recently read a few series of shoujo, listed here:
1) Othello (Ikezawa Satomi)
2) You’re My Girlfriend (Maki Minami)
First things first. I am your not-so-average high school student, Amanda K. My hobbies involve writing and drawing. Though ranting about things is starting not to be a mere stress relief.
I'm usually not that serious (I can be) and I'm not very sensitive most things (though once more, I can be). I'll either talk about the same basic principles or go on about my current thing. But not to worry; hopefully it'll be interesting, eh?
