So today, after all the examinations that everyone painstakingly studied for all in a hustle, band practice finally resumes. *Holy music*

I am already anticipating of how I would drop out of the math class next year and get enrolled into a stereotypical class when I finally get back to school on Thursday, and not getting the subjects I want to take up.
Like how so much misfortune that has decided to cunt out on me on the day of my art exam. Read my entry on Oct 13th. Or maybe you shouldn't because you might get cursed like me after that during your own art exam. Just like Pokemon battles.
A Gengar, or some other ghost Pokemon, curses your Mewtwo to get its life leeched heavily away after every turn. And before you know your Mewtwo can exert out a shadow ball attack onto the Gengar, which is super effective, your Mewtwo faints because of the curse cast on him and you have to bring it to the Pokemon Centre so that Nurse Joy can nurse it back to health. Unless you have a revive potion... Lol I'm getting out of point.

And after today's band practice, I realised that music especially, as cliche as it sounds, has been a big part of my life. It always captivated me for some reason. I don't remember growing up having a lot of exposure in the family, except owning a piano. I only remember starting out playing the drums on a game simulator in the arcade with the ol' gang and how I would spend the rest of my pocket money after school on the game till there's nothing but lint left in my wallet. That was the ultimate bliss.
I was the 9 year old little but fat fucker who listens to Blink 182 that wants to be a rockstar part of an international renowned band because she played Drumania. I used to be such a fucking ambitious kiddo. I think I still am. I. Will. Make. My. Debut. One. Day. *Wobble battock*

WoOOoOooOooOOOah. Why am I blogging so much? I don't know why either. I haven't typed down a long post for a long while. I'd probably end up talking about rreeaallllyy unecessary things like how good a pizza is and the magical fairytales of Bob Bryar. Not something you'd want to sit down and listen to. I'd drive you to fucking insanity.

Band performance on Saturday.
~StOkEd~