Hello World!
Hello World!
Not a lot of things can or do bother me anymore.
For starters, I realised early on in my younger years that it is absolutely pointless getting worked up or worried over the little things, I.E, when you get picked on, called names or when you get singled / left out of a group. Unless it's very personally inflicted, it doesn't bother me. It shouldn't bother anybody, really.
In case you missed it, this dropped last night:
Bubble Boom is at it again, pumping out that cute stuff. This time it's Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie by nearly dooming all of Ponyville in a baking related incident.
I'm looking into convulsive therapy, where they shock your brain to make you spasm and for some reason it also makes you not sad all the time anymore. It has the highest success rate of any depression treatment, but you tend to lose some short-term memories as you do it, so it's obviously not a first resort.
I should be asleep because I have work in seven hours but I saw an image that made me want to create and long story short this took me forty minutes. Click through the image for the actual thing because this blurred preview is only here to piss you off.
~Leo
Near the start of this year, 2015, I made only one resolution for myself. There's a chance you may have seen what my resolution was if you ever scrolled down my userpage past the comments section and some other stuff:
So it's my birthday tomorrow and I am currently panicking but hey, my friends are acknowledging it this year, so at least it's better this year. It's also Labor Day on Monday, but I'll be saying my thank you today.
So school started and everything started and please do not expect anything from me anytime soon, because I have quite literally no time at all. I probably won't be on during the week very much either, so sorry about that.
I made one... Sort of...
Password is Español
You can like me. You can hate me. You can feel however you want about me, to be honest, that's fine. But you need to remember one thing I say, believe only one thing above all else:
It's never worth suicide.
So there's a challenge I've always wanted to take on, and this Saturday I'm doing it. You might have heard of NaNoWriMo, a ridiculous challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in a month (the very same challenge that I completed Fifteen Dinners as a part of!)
I did a thing
this was the result
RESULTS
You have reached 83 of 100 points, (83%)
If you got 60 points or above, you are Demisexual.
yay for having crushes only develop on friendssss lol
Oh right
Demisexual
In honor of the 10th anniversary of my marriage to Sara Nebula, I offer my performance of:
I JUST CAN'T HELP BELIEVIN'
b/w LES BICYCLETTES DE BELSIZE
UP 35143- Galaxy Nebula
UPDATE: I'd really like recommendations of stories to read that could improve my writing!
Last night, I dreamt I was taking a standardized test in an amphitheater with a few hundred other students. Except I teach college, and it was an eleventh-grade exam (all the other students were teens).
Oh, fans. Fans, fans, fans.
So ready to offer their opinion on the plausibility or implausibility of the various elements of something they love. And in the case of our favorite pony-turned-human who lives in the suburbs populated by an amazing rainbow colored spectrum of people, one of the first things they latch onto in the plausibility train is the living conditions of our now main character.
Cute Rainbow horse needs someone!
Mediocrity is more dangerous in a critic than in a writer.
—Eugene Ionesco