Theory. It Sucks
Feb 2, 2011 14:28:59 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Shaw on Feb 2, 2011 14:28:59 GMT -5
He wished in was in England. Doing triple science. It would have been a lot more fun, and he’d be enjoying himself a lot more than now. Theory. He hated theory. Looking through text books were the bane of Ashley’s existence and he wished they’d all just burn upon his command. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to do that. What was worse than text books was the fact they were looking at oil and power. Not only did he hate that subject, but had to suffer at least another 45 minutes of skimming through paper and dead tress. He was already getting a headache. So, in Shaw fashion, he had grabbed his notebook and began doodling, shaping and building the foundations of a anime style person. He had no idea what to draw, he looked around the class, looking for a colour, any colour, that would stand out. That colour was blue. The colour of the ink he was using to write.
Hatsune Miku. That’s who he thought of. The Vocaloid with the inhuman vocal range. Ha. That would be an epic power.
He began to sketch and draw the Japanese computer super-star. Yes. Hatsune Miku was a computer generated voice. The live concerts used 3D holograms with shadows and reflections. They were also seven feet tall, so it was pretty awesome. Either way, he knew he’d never go to one. He preferred real singers and bands. It was just the way it should be. No computer program had talent.
He went back and fourth to drawing, writing, drawing, writing. Of course, they were aloud to wander around the room, it was just that Ashley felt like staying in one place. The seat was warm. He would not move unless there was a nicer source of heat around here. He like the warm, the cold didn’t bother him, it was just that he didn’t want to abandon his place in case someone else took his chair. Cause this was his chair.
It had ‘Ashley’ written on the underside.
Hatsune Miku. That’s who he thought of. The Vocaloid with the inhuman vocal range. Ha. That would be an epic power.
He began to sketch and draw the Japanese computer super-star. Yes. Hatsune Miku was a computer generated voice. The live concerts used 3D holograms with shadows and reflections. They were also seven feet tall, so it was pretty awesome. Either way, he knew he’d never go to one. He preferred real singers and bands. It was just the way it should be. No computer program had talent.
He went back and fourth to drawing, writing, drawing, writing. Of course, they were aloud to wander around the room, it was just that Ashley felt like staying in one place. The seat was warm. He would not move unless there was a nicer source of heat around here. He like the warm, the cold didn’t bother him, it was just that he didn’t want to abandon his place in case someone else took his chair. Cause this was his chair.
It had ‘Ashley’ written on the underside.
