My Freudian Excuse.

Anime: My anti-drug. Because when you're addicted to anime, you can't afford no drugs.

Welcome, cupcake ninjas, to my wonderful bloggersphere that centres around the crazy realm of animation that is anime. When blogging about my daily misadventures and antics over at [lifeindemsemiquavers], I noticed that was writing far too much about anime. Why? Because it's FREAKIN AWESOME. Et hem. So, I decided that it would be better to make an entire area for it here, so that I didn't have to bug people and possibly lose viewers by writing about it there. Not that writing about anime should lose me viewers, but some kids just aren't cool enough to understand the epicness that is anime.

KEY CHANGE! Ooh, I feel some character development and a tragic (tragic, as in desperate and facepalm-worthy) backstory brewing! When I was a wee kiddiewinkle, I would tune into this program called Cheez TV, which would air dubbed anime for Australian youngens to watch every morning. So, I suppose, that is where our story begins. Back then, I didn't even know it was anime, I just saw it as cool animation. You know how, when you're a kid, things just aren't worth watching unless they're animated? Well, I'm just going to assume that you were cool like me, and thought this way. Lulz guys, I used to watch only the openings of shows like The Nanny because they were animated, not being able to comprehend why anyone would want to watch the actual show if it wasn'y animated. Anyway, I moved past that point, and started thinking that nothing animated was worth watching "because that so totally was for children. Grow up!"

And then I regressed. Strangely enough, it started with Western Animation. I'm not actually a huge fan of much shizzywobble from this genre, but after watching some of the Total Drama series last year, I found myself completely hooked. To this day, Total Drama World Tour is my most watched show. I would say that I have reached Otaku status with it. I know most lines from most episodes, and can talk about it in detail for hours. But, I won't, because you would probably fall into the mystical land of slumber. Anyways, just as this was making me realise how completely fantasticballs animation can be, one of my anime-watching friends started on this show called Death Note. That's right chipmunks, that crazily popular psychological drama. Being an impressionable teen, I decided to give it a watch, and never looked back.

If there's one thing that Death Note taught me, it's that not all anime is Pokemon or Sailor Moon, which had biased me from childhood, albeit giving me super happy fun times and awesome memories. It's like normal TV, but better! The plots are more melodramatic, the music is generally awesome, and being animated, there's just so much more potential for well, anything! If you watch it subbed (which is so much better) you usually end up picking up a few Japanese phrases, which are fun to use in real life. Mkay, so the only things I ever say in Japanese are "Idiot!/[insert name here] you idiot!" and "Shut up!" but that's just because I'm special.

I think the best thing about anime, is that it takes you away to another place, and I mean really takes you away. My first true love will always be musical theatre. It's easy to get swept up in, because there are people right there in front of you, pouring out their souls in acting and music. Not to mention, sets in musicals are often quite elaborate, and help to draw you in. I guess it's a more managable obsession in the way that, shows only run for so long, and then they leave, and you are forced to move on. Plus, tickets are ka-chinga! so you can't exactly re-watch shows often (if ever). That said, depression often sets in when you realise that you are never able to see said show again. So, anime is both better and worse in that way. You can watch it again and again, but that can be just a wee bit unhealthy.

Oh deary me, I've been ranting. So, basically, in my life, I've gone from being a childhood animation freak, to a too-cool-for-school-stuck-up-biatch, to a musical theatre geek, to a Total Drama okatu, to an anime freak. And those strange prior stages, my dear people, are my excuse for getting so obsessed over anime. It's my confession of an obsession progression, word. I hope you enjoy the many anime-filled posts that are to come!