To you.

In a virtual world that consists of nothing but purchasing, impressing, and conversing with others, I am a lovely outcast.
In this nonsense blog, I'll apparently be whining and complaining over aspects of Ameba Pico, and occasionally, everyday life, in the words of a schizophrenic, delusional fifteen-year-old cross-dresser living in America.
I'm not promising to be bubbly and happy about anything, because I'm not.
In all honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Hi, I'm Hope. It's nice to meet you.

And also, since I said this in a post way back before anything, the names of the posts are just whatever happened to be there when I pressed Ctrl+V.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Eh Eh.

For a while I had the strong belief that when it came to blogs, I would actually read the posts, and not just the ones with pictures in them.

However, when reading my own blog, I noticed that I only actually read the ones with pictures in them. How.. hypocritical. So I guess I'll make an effort to put in a picture or two in every post, Though the pictures will probably just be doodles that I do throughout the day. Such as this:
I suck so bad at drawing. Then again, I only had a short amount of time to do this during Chemistry.

I hate so much that out of the 937 songs on my iPod, I only know about 500 of them. Though that's more than half, it also means there's about half the amount of songs that I don't know. So whenever my iPod is on shuffle, it'll go to some random song (it's Memento Mori by The Academy Is... at the moment) and the song will be stuck in my head for weeks.

It happened especially when one of my friends showed me a lovely video about having a mouth full of crabs, and another time when I was listening to a friend sing Bad Romance. 

Curse you music and your catchy tunes.
My iPod is about to die. That means it's time for bed.

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