yo very little people who are watching me, i haven't come on deviant in forever, so i'm just updating the little things i'm doing

Still pretty boring, at least i have my music! Although, i wouldn't mind new music XD.

Now don't go telling me new music stuff i should be listening to. Did i ask for your opinion?

NO!

Everyone says "yay spring break!" But, yet, we have nothing to do. then we die from boredom, or, get all excited about something, and then that's the only thing you can do. For example:
"yay, now i can spend mindless hours on my computer!"
Wrong answer, you get sick of your computer eventually. Sucks? hellz yeah.

Anyways, i'm getting a new clarinet on tuesday so, i'm counting the days (which is two) thank god. Some sanity here.

Er. Happy late holidays everybody! Hope you got crappy Christmas present cause i got pretty good ones.

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CLOTHES!
More clothes.
Probably more clothes.

Yes. This is my first time trying out deviantart. I've heard about it here and there, but DANG! Good pictures to anybody out there =o.

Well, i add my pictures up slowly, sorry to say.

Now, for what journals are really for, STORY TIME!

Once there was a man. He was a happy man. He always made friends. He was always nice and kind. He was always selfless. One day, he was walking toward the bank because he was running broke, because, as we all know, no matter how nice we are, we always go broke o_O. Anyways, there was a bank robber there, and when he came into the bank, the robber told him to get on the floor. He did. The robber told him to give him everything he has that is valueable. He did. Except the picture of his children which he had in his walet. The robber told him to give him his walet because he didn't give him the walet because it had the picture. He said no.
"why not?"
"My children are to valueable."
"If you don't give me your walet everything valueable to you will be forgotten."
"forgetting that i gave even a picture of my children to you would be a lifesaver."
Of course, he died. Shot through the head can kinda kill you.

On his grave, we now put a picture every year of his children on his grave. The problem is, we don't know his name.