Bands: #3

I'M ALIVE (unfortunately for you).

*Sighs* It's been a while.

You thought I MCR'd from writing, didn't you?

Turns out that "SHE'S FINALLY GONE" party y'all had last week was pointless.

When did I last post a chapter, a month ago? The past few weeks have dragged themselves out as quick as they've gone by. Did that even make sense? No. I've obviously lost the writing 'abilities' I once 'obtained'. 

This chapter has been drafted numerous times, with either extensively emo or simply pathetic lines, and after a month of questioning both this book and my overall existence, I've finally managed to create a brilliant comeback: a review of the past month, some news and a Q&A. 

YES IT'S CRAPPY, DEAL WITH IT.

What's happened: absolutely nothing yet everything; from dealing with the most ignorant people at school to real-life stalking and writing weird crap, it's all occurred in the past three to four weeks. Collide with the Sky has been on constant repeat for no particular reason.

What's happening: the Pierce the Veil/Silverstein/Beartooth/Storm the Sky concert is taking place on Tuesday, so that's amazing. There are two tests scheduled to slaughter me on Monday, a school excursion on Wednesday (YEP, RIGHT AFTER THE CONCERT), and a Chinese test on Friday. Andy Black concert in two weeks time and Bring Me the Horizon will be here in three weeks. So I'm extremely excited yet majorly pissed off at all the schoolwork. 

Q&A: ask me anything and I must respond. Just comment your questions. 

Note: queries containing personal information and anything unnecessarily fucked up shall not be answered.

e.g. acceptable question: do you ship your science and mathematics teachers?

Unacceptable question: what's your address? How hot's your mother? 

(Writing that previous sentence made me want to stab myself. T'was just... ew.)