Yes! I made a new song!

My last serious song dates from 3 months back.
And now, finally, i have a new one. Which i'm a bit proud of :$

So yeah, please listen :D

Singing, it is good for you :)

This is what happens to me when i sit somewhere and i hear music with some awesome acoustic guitar riff:

''Oh, that is so awesome! As soon as i'm home again i'm gonna play that!''

- Some time later - (Minutes or hours. Or maybe even a day. Doesn't really matter)

''Whoo, home again! Now, to my guitar!''
*Grabs guitar*
*Starts playing*
''Oh man, i can't play guitar for shit, this sounds like crap i suck''
*Puts away guitar*

And that, is how i practice.
:(

I didn't expect you here. Why are you here?
Really, i was just doing things and now you show up all of a sudden.
That explains my lack of pants.
Maybe you should knock first before you go storming in.

Oh come on, don't give me that look. It's not like i'm doing something really weird.
I bet you don't wear pants when in your own room. So no, i'm not weird.

Ok, you might not have a plush rabbit sticking out of your boxers, but give me a break.
It's not like it's a real rabbit. Just a plush one.
So soft and warm. I like the feeling.

No, i won't get it out. This is my private space, remember? I can do what i want in here.

Yes, i did realize that this plush rabbit looks a lot like the one your sister used to have.
But that's just a coincidence, really.
And why are you staring at my plush rabbit anyway? Stop it!

Oh, and how long has your sister's plush rabbit been missing?
Wait, do you think.. you think that this plush rabbit is actually your sister's plush rabbit?
That's outrageous! Come on man, i would never do such a thing!

Why do you want to check it? That's weird.

Your sister wrote her name on the bottom?
Well, there's no name on this plush rabbit, so please go away now.

..Hey, what are you.. don't come closer.. DON'T! NO GET AWAY FROM MY BOXERS!
DUDE, YOU ARE SICK! GET AWAY! SHIT, DON'T GRAB THE RABBIT! DON'T GR..

Ok, so your sister's name is on it.
What does that proof?

..Ok, ok.. leave me alone now.
Just promise to knock next time, will ya?

Yet another new newspost.
Will i ever stop?

I am feeling empty.
It's a weird feeling.
Sad. But serene.

The world is busy. Moving constantly.
I am sitting here.
Everything is going forward. Evolving to new things.
I am standing still.
Time flies. The clock is ticking.
I am frozen in time.
Nothing happens.

A change of newspost that is.
That's why i'm making this new newspost.
If you came here because you clicked my sig, you are now cursed. Sorry.
Also, the first person to comment gets something from me!

And to make this newspost complete, here's a video of a puppy who can't get up:

I passed my exams!
YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!

I just named this newspost 'Newspost adventures', but i have no idea what i'm going to write.
Maybe that's why i named it so, because writing this is an adventure.
Sort of.
I mean, i have no plan in my head and points to refer to. I just write stuff. Like an adventure.

Maybe i can tell you what i did today. Maybe you'll find that interesting.
Well, today i went to the city with a friend of mine.
We didn't really have a purpose for being there, but we just walked around.
And we ate ice cream. I love ice cream.
Also, there was this fountain (actually just a few streams of water coming out of holes in the ground) and she dared me to run through it.
So i did.
I didn't get really wet, fortunately. But it was fun. And after that she ran through it too.
Good times.
This whole 'going to the city' thing was in the afternoon.
In the evening i went to a pub to play darts with my brother.
Now, this sounds fun (and it was) but i can't dart for shit so he won every time.
So yeah, that wasn't nice since i like to win. Who doesn't?

Ha, i just added ''(#1)'' to the newspost title. Because i got the idea that i can make a series out of this, by making a new newspost adventure every once in a while.
Not that anyone cares, but hey, i like to write.

Now, if all of the above doesn't interest you or you don't want to talk about it, here's something for you to discuss in the comments:
-What was the most painful realization you made when you grew up?-

I know, not really a cheerful question. But a question, is a question, is a question.

New, new, new, new.
New is better, right?
I don't have news i want to share, but my old newspost was old. This one is new.
And we all know that old is boring and new is exciting.
Old is bad. New is good. Always.

At least, that's how people seem to think. I must conform to that, or else i'll be weird.
No, new is good. It's improvement, it's better, it's faster, it's modern, it's good.