Darn, looks like it's back to the old no-decorations journals, haha.
** VERY LONG JOURNAL WARNING **
So while I'm still in my amazing screwey state from my last journal, I've decided to bring up a topic. That's always a good idea.
Which topic, you ask?
Or not, maybe you read the title.
Anyway, the other day, I kinda realised something that got confirmed today.
Today, my parents dug out a pile of shameful school reports from my child... past... self. Hood, if you will.
I took a look at my results, which actually weren't that bad.
My dad has always told me I have a knack for music. Not drawing, music. He's very annoyed by the fact I draw when he "knows" I could make some bitchin' soundtracks.
Interestingly enough, as I looked back at my results... Bs everywhere (C in