School. Completely and utterly done. Ling final, for which three hours is allotted, took me half an hour. I could go home.
But I don't really want to. It's right there.
Four novel-length fanfics down, an actual novel (paperback) and a half, six pages of sketches, and a... thing. Symphonic Dances, Ravel piano concerto, Kabalevsky cello, Shostakovich cello. Tony hasn't shown up.
I'm not a creepy teenager. I said I never would be.
I could show up after school on whatever day, be picked up Friday, anything. But I want to make stuff, too.
But I don't really want to. It's right there.
Four novel-length fanfics down, an actual novel (paperback) and a half, six pages of sketches, and a... thing. Symphonic Dances, Ravel piano concerto, Kabalevsky cello, Shostakovich cello. Tony hasn't shown up.
I'm not a creepy teenager. I said I never would be.
I could show up after school on whatever day, be picked up Friday, anything. But I want to make stuff, too.
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