incoherent blabber

Finished 107 episodes in Bleach—that is to say, a lot. The Bount Arc is just so boring. Kariya’s a motherfucker, and the other Bounts are just deplorable creatures that don’t deserve to have ever lived. Darn that bitch Ran Tao for making those Bounts in the first place. What’s so boring is that their dolls are almost invincible. Back in the World of the Living where Ichigo and the others first battled those bugs, it seemed as though those fugly dolls were unconquerable. The entire thing is just so annoying. I mean, the hollows and Rukia’s rescue thing were much, much more interesting, because there the good guys succeed. These Bount thingies are just purposeless psychopaths. They’re just a waste of time and space. Fortunately, when they entered the Soul Society, the Bounts weren’t all that invincible. When Soi Fon beat the crap out of that sonuvabitch Bount with that flowery chipmunk doll, I enjoyed it a lot. When Mayuri Kurotsuchi beat that old geezer with that whale thingy, I enjoyed it even more—I mean, for once, I actually appreciated Kurotsuchi’s idiosyncrasies and misanthropic sadism. The best was when Toshiro Hitsugaya beat the shit out of that big Bount, because he totally emerged unscathed. I repeat, Kariya’s a motherfucker for being a motherfucker and for making Byakuya bleed. Hopefully the Bount Arc gets over soon and the Espada people come in. I’m also considering reading the manga if YouTube is short of some episodes.

The Board Exams start on March 2, which is just 4 days away. So I have only a month and 4 days to go before the summer break, which I’m looking forward to for some reason. Haven’t been studying much—cliché. I’ve reached a state of intellectual stagnation. I’m almost through with every subject, save for a few (like Environmental Education) that are simply too boring to study. I mean, I’ll have to study at some point, and it’s better late than never, so late is good.

Let’s talk about the weather now, shall we? THE WEATHER IS FUCKING KILLING ME! Stupid meteorologists have said that the weather is 6 degrees (Celsius) higher than it should be at this time of year, and that totally undermines the little bit of mental strength that I had to resist being damned by the heat. Just for the record, yesterday’s maximum temperature was freaking 40 degrees, and those misanthropic bastards are casually declaring that it could reach 45 in May. I don’t know about that, but I’m sure of one thing: I am not going to be in this country in May, if I can help it.