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Ayyy ~ Important

Hello everyone!!
Today I received the results of my tests… and I failed in 4 ^^;; (Mathematics, Chemistry, Sociology and Portuguese >yes, Portuguese)

I was planning to answer asks, reply some posts and finish my special drawing for São João… But I won’t be able to do this until July ;-;
Cuz next week I will do these tests again and this weekend I will study for them.
But don’t worry!! I will answer what your ask for sure (*⁰▿⁰*)
Hmmm~ that’s all! Thank you for reading :D

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          as if his day could get any worse, elliot had missed the school bus that would have taken him directly back to his apartment and was forced to walk down to the public bus stop a few blocks away. usually this wouldn’t bother elliot so much, since he enjoyed the time he got to spend by himself. he also enjoyed the cigarette break he would get walking from school to the bus stop. however, today was unlike most days. he’d woken up late that morning (though he was glad he was able to get any sleep at all), managed to get falsely accused of dealing drugs to freshman AGAIN, which is why he had been late for the bus, and he was all out of american spirits, so he had nothing to smoke on the walk to the bus station. he’d walked slowly, kicking pebbles along the sidewalk, trying to keep himself occupied so his thoughts wouldn’t wander to dark places after the shit day he’d had. upon arriving to the bus stop, elliot slugged his bag down on the ground by his feet and leaned against the brick wall that was a part of the grocery store that was beside the bus stop. he waited, impatiently, wishing he had a cigarette he could flick in between his fingers, or something to keep his head busy. elliot’s eyes wandered to a girl he’d definitely seen before. it took him a moment to recognize exactly where he knew her from, remembering finally that she had sat beside him briefly in anatomy class until the teacher had moved him to the back row, probably so that the teacher wouldn’t have to hear him tapping his foot incessantly, a habit elliot just couldn’t seem to break. he eyed her curiously, wondering what she could possibly be doing at this particular bus stop.  “if you’re looking for the bus that takes you to the rich part of town, you’re shit out of luck.” he tilted his head to the sign that indicated that the bus would not be going towards the northern part of town. “not to judge a book by it’s cover or anything, but you don’t look like you’d be going anywhere that this bus could take you to.” 


Okay so, this is not even me just being a weeb; I am genuinely fascinated by the live Vocaloid concerts.

There’s so many things that I think about while I’m watching.

  • She doesn’t actually have a voice; it’s computer generated .
  • Someone had to 3D model not only her, but all the choreography of her dancing.
  • The real humans playing the backup instruments on stage with her are really talented in that they know exactly what they need to do.
  • Not only is she dancing, she’s dancing really well. Like, the moves they give her are tight as shit.
  • These songs are really catchy.
  • The fucking 3D animation is sooo smooth. Not only her movement, but her hair as well. It interacts with her body like real hair would, and I appreciate whoever animated her.
  • Also, whoever animated her gave her poses and movements that act as interaction with the audience like a real performer does. They way she points and winks at the audience makes it that much more believable. 

I just think it’s really interesting, and I would fucking love to go to one of these concerts some day.