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// Where Do I Even Begin 
// Story: The Wacky And Uncharacteristic Adventures of Circadian 
// by PearlyDoesStuff 
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Skipping ahead here — brcause, honestly; you can't expect me to write about the same cycle ad nauseum for the better part of 20-or-so pages, right?

Anyhow, skipping to the Fall Formal, and I'm gonna give you the short and sweet of it. Magical pony princess's crown gets stolen, said pony princess comes through the portal to our world, que interdimensional confusion. (I even saw her bump into the door - that was rich!) But alas, que massive singalong in the cafeteria with that frankly atrocious hat and tail ensemble with the school's colors (how Rarity of all people thought that looked good on half the school I don't want to know, but hey, at least Flash's colorscheme actually matched!)

Enough of my snarky comments on the boring part, you want to read the less than flattering experience at the end.

Sunset puts on the crown, for some reason turns into a She-Demon, and 5 of my classmates suddenly get pony ears (I swear, two of them even had wings!) Also, everyone at the school got mind controlled. Oh, joy. Also, I may or may not have gotten a few cases of broken leg syndrome from that whole experience, and I still haven't gotten over it. I'm not so petty as to vandalise someone's locker (unlike a certain group of "friends" related to Dashie /sorry, Pinkie. Couldn't resist using that nickname./) 

Anyhow, cut to the day after. Sunset's a fucking trainwreck and a half (and honestly? Can't blame her. Being blasted by a rainbow friendship laser probably does that to you.)  Touché. Classes are even MORE boring now, and half the time I'm sharing a class with a certain bacon haired pony, I can't fucking resist the urge to put a black eye or two on her face;(despite my less than stellar physical strength, nevermind what my friends tell you about me when I snap or am jumped on adrenaline.)  

Not like I could anyways, too many teachers basically half on student-watch and the Principals basically on suicide watch for Sunny. (Yes, I even have a nickname for her — though I only use it to tease her as revenge for breaking my legs after she turned into a demon.) Just, don't tell the school what I'd do if something like this happened again. Because, by god, I'd be so mad I wouldn't be in the mood to crack jokes. 

Now, that's all for today's wacky and uncharted territory. If this is a dream (which I'm starting to wish it was), fuck my life. 

Adieu, prospective reader, or spy, or whatever you are.

Circadian

P.S: would really appreciate if you told Pinkie to lay off the sugar treats, I'm kinda trying to stop eating too much sweet stuff.