I'm eighteen and wondering how in the world that happened. Soon to be19, even.
My life is music. And art of all kinds. I love people and everything to do with them. It is hard to loose my trust, but once you do it is gone. End of story.
There really isn't much else that I feel like telling the world so... yeah. That is the nutcase in a nutshell. ^^
I will try to post rpc skeletons here and will most likely wind up posting crappy poetry and things I notice about the way society works.