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Hello world, (although it is pretty pompous to assume that the whole world is somehow going to read this blog tomfoolery, but yeah, I digress!)  I never got the whole blog thing, this I must admit, but in an attempt to placate my teacher of the mutated offspring of West Germanic and Anglo-Frisian tribal languages (English), who hath bestowed this grand quest upon quests on my meek and willing shoulders, I kneel to the powers that be. (tl;dr: I'm only doing this because my English teacher is making me.) Anyhow, introductions. My name is, officially Seyram Papa Ekow (Paakow) Tawiah, but since we've been through so much together already, you may call me Paakow. I'm 16 years old, and currently spend my time in the great city of Copenhagen, Denmark. By spend my time, I of course mean that I live here, with my mother and my uniquely devilish twin sisters, whom I will no doubt mention at a later date. I currently study at the Saint Anne school, where I study music, history and multiple languages. Vous savez, je parle le danois, le francais, et l'anglais parfaitemment, parce que je suis un vrai linguiste. "Aaaaaagh, he spoke french, and I don't know what to do!" Calm yourself dear friend, I just glorified myself and my ego in french, one of three languages I speak. So yeah, music. Music is what I do for fun, and, most of the time, for a "living." I can't really put to words how I feel about music exactly, but I will try in later posts, when I feel that wordsmithery is what I feel like doing. I play the trombone (yes, I chose the instrument myself) and I also play guitar and sing on occasion to large crowds like the mirror in my room, the posters in my room, or, when I'm feeling really adventurous, the books in my room. Oooh books, that's another thing. As you may have deduced from my rather odd intro, I am a history freak. Like pretty intensely so. I find so much inspiration in history, so much depth and excitement in the fact that the effects of the Seven Years War (a war that actually lasted 9, or arguably even 13 years) still can be felt today, and still affect us today. History is the web of threads that binds all of humanity together, and we shouldn't take that for granted. Sorry if that got a little preachy, I do that at times. So now that you know about maybe 10% about me, I think I'll end this here, knowing that the general attention span of people in our generation is VERY short, but yeah. Peace, loves, pineapples and mangos.