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So the party was decent. Informative too, I guess. I may have learned some important life skills, but I'm not entirely sure (the night passed by in a loud, rather blurry mess).
However I think it's filled my quota regarding everything social for the next ten years. Plus my ears are still ringing.
So this is a video of how I spent my Saturday night try not to be too heartbroken Juliet. I know how the absence of social gatherings gets you all worked up . A tribute to Sunday too, where ass was kicked and civilians blown up. Well, computer civilians. I haven't had one of my Black Bloc parties in a long while.
Long live La Mer, Charles Trenet, and Bioshock.
Ooc: Same deal with suspending disbelief on the pianist's gender
But hey, I got my lamp fixed. So there's that. Bask in the glory of my unorganized records and eyesore of a bookshelf (maybe that's the thing I can commission from you Miguel). I'm actually giving up the time to listen to them in order to venture into the uncharted and vicious territory of teen parties. At least most of you guys are good company.
So in the spirit of having little else to post on these journals, I've decided to stick up a video of my mad piano skillz every once in a while. When I get more polished I'll be heading to Coach to talk about song choices (and possibly a piano solo on my behalf). She says she's always up for input and song ideas, though I really doubt that. But it can't hurt... Hopefully. Anyway this world needs more 30's music.
Ooc: for my sake just pretend it's a girl playing :b
And I know it's dark. I'm ~broody~ that way. Plus I knocked my lamp off the piano earlier and it shattered quite spectacularly.
In other news, I replayed all Ninja Gaiden games last night not that it was preperation. Ready when you are Miguel.
And I suddenly realize how little I have to talk about. VA practice was fucking awesome (as always), from there I went home, where I am currently. I just finished blowing some things up in GTA4 and I'm now typing. I think someone else may have curled up and died at the lack of a social life by now, but I don't know, it's quiet.
The parents are out again, they mentioned something regarding escape lions from the zoo, or maybe it was a dinner party at the neighbors, I wasn't really paying attention.
apathetic