Buhh..
So, possibly starting to upload again.
Didn't stop writing, just stopped uploading.
Wasn't making friends, or feedback, so, you know~ No feedback whatsoever and an interaction gets boring.
So, more shit to come soon maybe possibly or by chance just posting something and then another fifteen years of inactivity.
I know if I say I'll commit to something, I won't do it.
(Don't tell me I said that, though, it'll just have the same effect.)
Also, I turned eighteen, that was fun.
Watched movies with my friends (two is plural!) all night and ate candy~
Also, goddamn teacher would let me take goddamn calculus 'cuz I didn't do my goddamn homework.
"FFFFFFFFFFFF-"
-is the adjective I use to describe my immediate mood.
Well, really, because I didn't get good grades in that class at all, I'm sure it looked like I didn't understand a thing. So's I guess it's understandable.
Still annoyed, though.
Getting a free education, and I can't even use it to it's fullest. 'the fuck else is it good for?
Also, got a new computer~
Runs way better than my old one, and I spent like three days playing all the MMO's that used to lag like bitches night and day.
My retinas crisped and curled back, blackened and exhausted - but it was fun.
Also, learning to play the bratsche right handed, tons of fun.
No, really, not even being sarcastic.
Actually, that was a lie; totally being sarcastic.
Hate. Hate.
At playing left handed.
Keep wanting to play faster and dance around a scale or even play the right goddamn note but fingers are just like, " lol, no " and you know how stubborn fingers are.
Yes, you, I'm looking right at you.
I also moved into a new house. Almost exactly like my old house.
And, uh..
Nothing else to be said remains.
This concludes whatever the fuck just happened.

P.S. "How to Read like a Professor" is a great book if you like reading a one-sided conversation in a college classroom from teacher to pupil. I dunno, someone might actually enjoy that, totally not ruling that out; but it's annoying the fuck out of me. Not really that aspect, though, more so the advice he's giving in the book. I keep reading his advice to readers as a writer (because who the fuck is a "reader", anyways?) and I keep raging on the inside.