Just so you know, I have been doing all the girly fannish things required of a teenaged female denizen of LiveJournal. I read Order of the Phoenix. I've looked up fanfiction and scanlations online. I've watched J-Rock videos, for chrissakes. I even went (giggling on the way) to see Johnny Depp and his Merry Men (and M. Orlando, too) nance about the deck of the indomitable Liquid Liner. But I haven't felt like talking about it. Why? Because I'm bitter. Bitter like the icky little moist extras they put in with your California rolls. Bitter as gall. Bitter as a fangirl who's just come to grips with the fact that Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen will never have sex. THAT bitter.