"Or so he says."

Ah, Fimfiction. When did you start looking so good?

Probably around the same time I started going from "looking good" to "passably human". I don't quite recall why I decided to write this much down, but hey, it's something to do in the late AM.

Now that we've gotten this far, what else? New semester started last week, Oratorical contests make me want to play Russian Roulette with a full chamber, and trying out for honor band has me going into what I would call an anxiety attack, but it only ever onsets afterwards, and i'm usually too exhausted by my efforts beforehand to actually get that anxious. Perhaps a better analogy for it would be attempting to caffeinate oneself into a waking state, only for you to simply reach a state of "wakeful exhaustion".

Yeah, that sounds way cooler. We'll go with that.

I'd love to upload samples of my writing, but it's not really pony-based per-say, so I can't do it here, it's not a fan-fiction piece, so I can't go to the .net for that, and Watt-pad gets a really bad rap for admittedly true reasons, however good or bad they may be.

And thus, it sits in my documents folders, collecting dust until I somehow figure out a way to turn it into an English assignment, butchering it and ruining the original meaning that it may have had beforehand.

In case my lack of ability did not show, the blog title is a reference to the first one I ever posted way back in the old age of, like, 2016 or something. I don't care enough to check.

Alright, I think we're done here. I'm going to go look up why people like to eat raw hotdogs out of a freezer.

And I wish I was joking.