blast from the paaaaaaaaast /edit

LULZZZZ
Rewriting this post. The part where I pasted some stuff I wrote to myself two years ago - IT'S GONE.

AND YOU KNOW WHY?
Because it feels weird posting it up here. Even though none of it is seriously private stuff (I mean, if it were, I probably wouldn't be releasing it into the Interwebz, not even my non-large-audience-possessing corner of it). It just feels weird.

...HAHAH YEAH I LIKE PRIVACY. Even for things that aren't needing of much privacy.

Though I'm sure some of you've already read it. In which case, awesome. You now know about that time I was a flag person for a Commemoration Sunday ceremony and the fucking flagpole came apart in my hands somehow and then during the ceremony 'Girlfriend' randomly started playing and continued on for a bit before stopping. And if you didn't know that, you do now.

Just as you will very shortly know about that time I was like OMG FIREARM DRILL IS SO FUN after doing firearm drill for what was... the first time, I think? Yeah. Those fake rifles used were painful, man. And I was a weak little weed. Actually, I think I still am. But despite the pain/weight, it was still fun for some reason. More fun than static drill or marching...

YEAHHHH.

I... really shouldn't take breaks from studying by going on Blogger / the Internet in general. Turns from a break into one long procrastination mess.

Oh and comments please (:
I love comments! <3333~~~~~

...Okay seriously. Comments. Don't read this and not comment! Leave some kind of trace, yo!