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.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

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... c: Why I tried to copy and paste her name, I don't remember.


Ffff.
I hate that I can never think of a good enough something to put as my bio other than song lyrics.
IT'S ALWAYS SONG LYRICS. OF SOME SONG THAT I'M OBSESSED WITH.
...Now I think it's a line from Eurydice by Sleepthief..?
I truly love this song.
IF YOU HAVE ANY SORT OF COMMON SENSE, YOU'LL NOTICE THAT IT TELLS A STORY.
This song is based off of the opera, L`Orfeo, (I have never met another teenager other than myself that enjoys watching operas), which truly is an amazing opera, filled with heart-wrenching drama, Greek gods, etc, etc, etc.
I dunno, I'll probably pull a lyric from Sleepthief's World Gone Crazy next.

I'm really just bored and ranting for no reason.
I did a craptastic doodle during class, but I'm too lazy to fish through my crap and then scan it.
I'm off to go talk to my wife now.
CIAO.
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