Post by miyu on Jul 29, 2003 15:30:57 GMT -5
CORYED
You Know You Are Obsessed With Sailor Moon When. . .
You spend more time writing Sailor Moon fanfics then you do writing your term papers.
You throw your cat up in the air, hoping that as it flips, a transformation wand will appear.
You take Japanese so you can watch your unsubtitled Japanese Sailor Moon tapes.
You spend more on Sailor Moon merchandise then you do on your college books.
You spend more on Sailor Moon merchandise then you do on your college tuition.
You shave the fur off your cat's forehead, hoping to find a cresent moon underneath.
You refuse to go to any sales, specials, or store openings, brcause you know it's a Dark Kingdom trap.
You spend all of your time searching jewelery stores, trying to assemble a colection of jewelery that contains every stone that was ever used for a bad guy on Sailor Moon.
First date: Sailor Moon R movie. If he/she cries at any point of the movie, or gets overly excited during the 'Moon Revenge' sequence, they are a keeper.
You shake your cat nearly to the point of death, trying to force it to do a "Luna Mind Meld" and reveal that you are indeed a Sailor Scout/Senshi.
The Humane Society has taken away your cat.
Getting your fanfic posted on "A Sailor Moon Romance" means that your life does have purpose.
You actually attempt the excuse "Mom, I can't go to school today because my energy was drained by a youma."
You use the same excuse for why you haven't done your term paper.
You pay to have a seperate phone line installed and for unlimited internet access so you can surf the Web for Sailor Moon sites all day long.
You have every dub episode on tape, have seen them more times then you can remember, and you STILL wake up at 5:00 AM to watch them on tv.
You college roomate has long since hidden all of your Sailor Moon cd's to get you to stop playing them, but you don't mind; you have MP3's of all of the songs anyway.
You have a Sailor Moon t-shirt for every day of the week.
You spend $60 each on all of the Japanese Sailor Moon dolls, even though they look nothing like the character.
You spend several hours tring to tie your hair into odango's like Usagi, but in the end, settle for a Makoto-style ponytail.
Your qualifications for a guy/girl include a nifty transformation sequence, and the willingness to jump in front of you and be impaled by some random object or blasted by energy to protect you.
You routinly visit the local video arcade, hoping that a Sailor V game will appear.
You have started a religion that worships Naoko Takeuchi.
You have gotten all of your friends to religiously wathch Sailor Moon. Those who refused . . . died under "mysterious circumstances".
You now only respond to the Sailor Moon character name of your choice.
Every time you are in a sticky situation, you wait in vain for Tuxedo Kamen to appear and give you advice.
AND THATS HOW YOU KNOW IF YOUR OBSSED WITHSM
You Know You Are Obsessed With Sailor Moon When. . .
You spend more time writing Sailor Moon fanfics then you do writing your term papers.
You throw your cat up in the air, hoping that as it flips, a transformation wand will appear.
You take Japanese so you can watch your unsubtitled Japanese Sailor Moon tapes.
You spend more on Sailor Moon merchandise then you do on your college books.
You spend more on Sailor Moon merchandise then you do on your college tuition.
You shave the fur off your cat's forehead, hoping to find a cresent moon underneath.
You refuse to go to any sales, specials, or store openings, brcause you know it's a Dark Kingdom trap.
You spend all of your time searching jewelery stores, trying to assemble a colection of jewelery that contains every stone that was ever used for a bad guy on Sailor Moon.
First date: Sailor Moon R movie. If he/she cries at any point of the movie, or gets overly excited during the 'Moon Revenge' sequence, they are a keeper.
You shake your cat nearly to the point of death, trying to force it to do a "Luna Mind Meld" and reveal that you are indeed a Sailor Scout/Senshi.
The Humane Society has taken away your cat.
Getting your fanfic posted on "A Sailor Moon Romance" means that your life does have purpose.
You actually attempt the excuse "Mom, I can't go to school today because my energy was drained by a youma."
You use the same excuse for why you haven't done your term paper.
You pay to have a seperate phone line installed and for unlimited internet access so you can surf the Web for Sailor Moon sites all day long.
You have every dub episode on tape, have seen them more times then you can remember, and you STILL wake up at 5:00 AM to watch them on tv.
You college roomate has long since hidden all of your Sailor Moon cd's to get you to stop playing them, but you don't mind; you have MP3's of all of the songs anyway.
You have a Sailor Moon t-shirt for every day of the week.
You spend $60 each on all of the Japanese Sailor Moon dolls, even though they look nothing like the character.
You spend several hours tring to tie your hair into odango's like Usagi, but in the end, settle for a Makoto-style ponytail.
Your qualifications for a guy/girl include a nifty transformation sequence, and the willingness to jump in front of you and be impaled by some random object or blasted by energy to protect you.
You routinly visit the local video arcade, hoping that a Sailor V game will appear.
You have started a religion that worships Naoko Takeuchi.
You have gotten all of your friends to religiously wathch Sailor Moon. Those who refused . . . died under "mysterious circumstances".
You now only respond to the Sailor Moon character name of your choice.
Every time you are in a sticky situation, you wait in vain for Tuxedo Kamen to appear and give you advice.
AND THATS HOW YOU KNOW IF YOUR OBSSED WITHSM