It's been a while.
Not much has changed since last time. Then again, I've been too busy to notice.
The last couple days have been a breeze. Summer "vacations" just up, hectic college routine again, the same monotonous daily schedule, yada yada, I don't want to bore you with the specifics (that's what my first story was for).
It's taken me over a month to find inspiration to post something on here again, I've tried. I can't tell you how many times I've been sat there, laptop on my desk, just left to my own devices, and I've always said, "Maybe tomorrow." Hell, I don't even know if I'm going to post this one any time soon, if at all.
Like I said before, things haven't changed as much as I would have liked it to have. I still struggle to deal with social commitments, I still can't concentrate on things I like, I still don't know what I want to do with my life. I'm underage, so booze isn't my answer, no. My only drug these days is music.
Back in '07, I was forced by my parents into taking up an instrument, and I found the keyboard the least daunting. Of course, I didn't enjoy it at the time, what, with all those classical, albeit, masterpieces thrust unto me. But recently, I've discovered my talent to transcribe music by ear. And it has helped me vent feelings more than writing about can express. Sometimes, I swear I just sit there for hours, jamming away to my new-found taste in music (heavy metal, shout out to any metal head reading this, if any), and I can feel my troubles melting away into the abyss of an anodyne sea, where they drown with those that have gone before me (if you got that reference, I love you). And it's really just.. comforting, to know that there's something I can do in life that I won't suck at.
Not much really to say.
Better hit the books again.
Exams start in a exactly a week.
Did I tell you my birthday's next Monday?