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Things are looking promising for my degree.. The history subject that I failed could be appealed if I can get my old psychologist to write a letter for me, and I might not have to do horrible video editing for class, instead do a project-based folio unit instead!
In actually really pleased and not quite as depressed about my existence anymore.
I’m playing the Sims and “my” grandson was born with pink and purple hair just like his grandmother.
I love this game and I’m not even sure why.
The flat right next to mine is getting a new kitchen.
No sleeping in for me ever again ever.
I remember this one time a guy walked past the studio where I was working on a draft track for my cd, and he asked to hear it and the first thing he said was “ha. It’s clipping”.
No actually douche it wasn’t clipping. It was in the red up at 0.0db right before clipping starts. It’s called compression and limiting so next time shut the fuck up and don’t try and insult something you know nothing about, fuckbag.
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