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I was just watching the ep in Angel S5 where Spike got his forearms lopped off. At the end, when Spike was saying something along the lines of him and Angel being victims, once upon a time, I was all "aww" and stuff. And then Angel agreed, and I was gonna "aww" until I realized that technically, no, no he wasn't. How on earth was he an innocent victim? The worst he had was an overbearing father; then he went out drinking and whoring, and eventually went to Darla because she was pretty. OH WOW SOME VICTIM.
Which brings me onto my next point. It's kinda interesting, I reckon, to see what I have dubbed the 'seniors' and the 'juniors' of the fanged four. Darla and Angel/us came from... not-so-good backgrounds. Darla was a prostitute; Angelus was a violent drunkard who made out with any woman with a pretty face and boobs. Drusilla was... I can't remember what, since I don't have the second half of BtVS S2 (*SOBS*), but I think I recall something about purity and nuns. And Spike, of course, was this gentle, constantly-bullied intellectual who wrote romantic poetry. It's somewhat ironic then, that it's Spike and Dru who manage to kill three slayers between them, isn't it?
On the note of Spike's poems: Why is it that people laughed at the "effulgent"? What is so funny about the word "effulgent"? I cringed at the "bulge in it"! Who the heck says that their heart has a bulge in it? It's like, dude, tumor. Heart tumor. You... can get a heart tumor, right? The heart's an organ? Yes, I take Biology, ironically. Ugh.
Man, I don't know what I ate last night, but it was weird. My family and I went out to eat a buffet dinner to celebrate my little brother getting his braces off. When I got back, I was uberly tired so I lay back on my bed. I spaced out for about half an hour. Later on, my brother came into my room to get a USB cable for the digital camera; I suddenly started laughing and couldn't stop until roughly ten minutes had passed and my brother was utterly freaked out. It was so strange because there wasn't anything particularly humorous; in my mind I was going, "Okay, my ribs hurt, I'm gonna stop laughing now, wow, I laugh like a freakin' gorilla-hyena hybrid". After that incident, I went to the loo, washed up, hopped into bed, then stared in horror at the ceiling which had about three roaches scuttling all over. Screeched at my brother to come in and help me kill the horrible little buggers (most insects scare me-- roaches and, by generalization, beetles, scare me the most). Brother rushes in, looks at ceiling, then tells me there's nothing there. I spend the next five minutes staring and shuddering in horror. I could see those damned roaches, I swear.
*involuntary shiver*
Meh. Only five days into school and already I'm tired as all hell. Thank God for weekends. Schnoooooze.