To be Disturbed, Not to be Disturbed

The Church isn't the only thing I consider holy...

I must warn you before you read on, this blog may contain things that you might not want to hear about or imagine. It concerns a certain episode of the famous teenage cartoon that most people like to call "Daria". Some of you might have already seen this episode or you might have not. If you haven't, think of this as a forecast of the horrible storm ahead instead of the irritating spoiler, and for those who have seen the episode I must apologize for making you relive these agonizing moments.

Yesterday, I got home from work at the usual time and was looking forward to my T.V. time. I anxiously waited for "Daria" to come on, unaware of the stuff that would haunt the rest of my night, rendering me sleepless, staring at the ceiling saying to myself, "Why... oh, why?"

It started innocently enough, Jane asked Daria to paint her hair with hair color to make it look like tiger strips or something. Daria of course tried not to be part of this ludicrous event, but Jane argued that ritualistic stuff like this between friends would serve to cement their friendship forever. Daria retorted that she'd have better luck with actual cement but agreed to so as was requested.

Daria went ahead with the procedure. As they were painting away on Jane's head, they had a discussion over Jane's recent girlhood affection, Tom. Jane has a feeling that Daria and Tom are getting close, a little too close for her comfort. Jane asks Daria if there was anything that she should know or if there was any action going on (a.k.a. betrayals). After a while they proceeded to remove the goofy shower cap of Jane's crown. Predictably, Jane's hair, rather than looking like the majestic shiny fur of a roaring tiger; it resembled the hair of a diseased orangutan. Jane got into a fit over her hair. She rasped at Daria that the action was intentional; the Daria wanted her and Tom to break up and have him for herself. Daria, of course, did not intend for Jane's hair to look like that of an infected primate and was sent away by her bursting friend.

Jane went away the next day to try and fix her hair. Daria went looking for her every where, her house, the school, the pizza place, oblivious to the fact that Jane' went looking for black hair dye that didn't have farm things in its name (i.e. hay blonde, rye brown, etc.). As Jane and Trent went to buy the dye, Jane, with the help of her brother, realizes that Daria was not to blame for her afflicted ape-hairdo.

Daria, as a last resort called upon Tom to find out what was happening with Jane. Tom tells Daria of Jane's situation and Daria goes to find Jane in her abode with her hair back to normal. Daria tries again to apologies for the hair mishap and feels awkward, Jane finally forgive her.

On her way home, Daria finds Tom's mangled shreds which he likes to call a car. Tom on the precept that he would like to talk to her and that the village people in Daria's house (i.e. Quinn and the fashion club) were painting their faces for war(i.e. their blush philosophy and theories date), invited her into his car. I could never imagine how stupid Daria was until now.

Daria accepted the offer thinking that Tom wanted to talk about him and Jane. And to my utter SHOCK Tom started kissing Daria... then Daria reciprocated. It was horrid...

Daria is one of those cartoon personas that you could never imagine them making out with someone stopping short of their wedding night. I wanted to scream but I had to muffle them as not to wake up everyone.

Then Daria told Jane and Jane got all, "Grrr!!!", Jane and Tom split, not because of what happened but that it was really coming anyway (i.e. they got bored of each other, tsk, tsk how textbook), Jane forgives Daria and they're still friends but they can't stand the sight of each other for now... oh, bla,bla,bla!!! Their needs!!! I need a psychiatrist!!!