Long Overdue Birdyday Post

 I. Am. 21. Fucking. Years. Old.

God damn, I’m 21. Yes, I revived my blog and revamped the whole theme just to say that I’m legal in almost the whole world. What follows will be a self-conscious stream of rambling that the reader can probably be better off not reading. Don’t mind me, that’s just the low self-esteem talking. What you do in your spare time is your business, not mine. So if you don’t mind, I’ll just continue on with this piece of literary masturbation. (Ooh, masturbation. We’re being edgy and shocking today!)

There was no booze when I celebrated the 21st time my ass revolved around the Sun last August 19. Might be something good, might be something bad. So far, the celebrations have been quite wholesome, not even barely going over PG13. A movie, food, and a whole lot of Final Fantasy: Dissidia. Yeah, me and my buds, we’re quite the party animals. We plan to experiment with dangerous substances like mentos and diet coke one day.

So anyway, I’m 21. Going on about responsibility and whining and stuff is too much like last year’s post so I’ll skip it. And go right ahead to whatever it was that I was supposed to say.

Nothing much has changed. I’m still the same slacker I was a year ago. I have a little work experience now from having tutored Korean kids. I’ve imbibed alcohol but haven’t gotten wasted yet (I kinda want to have my own “What the hell did I do?” story. My blog… is certainly quite active. I’m sort of doing most of my writing in Roleplayerguild.com now. And I now have some stuff in my DeviantArt gallery.

Of course, the main goal right now would be to get another job to take care of financial needs and luxuries.  My earphones just conked out on me and now I’m stuck with cheap ones with bearable, but not great sound quality. *sigh* Why do I have to depend on money for my happiness?

There’s also the continued betterment of skills through practice and stuff. I hate that it takes me hours to write or draw. All my friends are better than me at stuff and I think they just tell me I do fine when I show them my “skills.” Or that’s just me being paranoid again. I have friends. Real friends. Don’t I? DON’T I? SOMEBODY PLEASE LOVE ME!

Speaking of love, don’t expect any from me. I am a robot without emotions and can only project a facsimile of affection . Yes, I’m still a clueless piece of  ass when it comes to the finer, mindfucking, life-derailing, romantic points of life.

Anyway, I guess that’s it for the self-serving and useless self-assessment. I’d post something that’s remotely entertaining or educational sometime later.

http://roleplayerguild.com/members/claude/
that’s my Roleplayerguild profile. Not that it matters to anyone.

http://stickting.deviantart.com
and that’s my DA page. You know I think I just made this enyry to whore that thing. Oh well.