Hi, my name is Tessa (you can call me Tess if you so choose) and I'm on this website to dig into my soul, man. Sort of. I'm a young 'un in the midst of high school. I'm going to be a writer when I'm older. (Though I'm technically one now, just not a *published* one.) One should note that in this I haven't necessarily guaranteed to be a SUCCESSFUL one, per se, but I certainly hope so, dude. 
However, with my arcane grammar knowledge (HEIL WEBSTER*), head full of ideas, and 100+ WPM, it seems that this is my fate; I feel most comfortable sitting at home, tinkering away on my laptop in a caffeinated daze while the rest of the world carries on with their business. That's just the way it is.  
I guess I don't really need to explain much about my personality, because I'm sure at this point you already know that I'm an eccentric, creative dreamer. But you won't know that I love cats and stuffed animals or that I enjoy playing the trombone.  And all animals, really are the bomb, except I don't really like bombs because they're all destructive and stuff. 
However, you probably could guess that I admire bassoons, and the flaming is in reference to their inherent coolness, not my secret desire to set them aflame and dance around the burning wood laughing maniacally. Did I just say that aloud? Freudian slip! (Flaming doesn't, incidentally, refer to a flamboyant gay man, although a gay bassoon is well within the realms of possibility because like, in German they're called "fagotts" or something, nuff said, plus you're blowing into a giant thing of wood. Homoerotic much?!?!?) 
On a related note, Freud is a really weird guy. Sure, he did set up the basis for modern psychology, but he was really weird. What's up with the Oedipus Complex anyway? Gross! At least I can blame his buddy Jung for coming up with the female variant, the Electra Complex. 
But the oboe is just a silly instrument. It's kind of annoying and goose-ish, even when played correctly. Don't tell any oboists that...I know one and they're quite sensitive folk, due to spending a majority of their time carving out wood and soaking it and stuff. I'd be crabby, too, if I was them. But I'm not. I'm a tromboner. (Hehehe boner. I need to stop spending time with 15 year old boys.)
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