Easy way to smite your cough: · 3:14am Apr 8th, 2017
Step 1: Get lots of sleep
Step 2: Get lots of sleep
Step 3: Get gud
In all seriousness, a bit of cough medicine and an herbal drink goes a long way.
Step 1: Get lots of sleep
Step 2: Get lots of sleep
Step 3: Get gud
In all seriousness, a bit of cough medicine and an herbal drink goes a long way.
Alright...guys my last 2 blogs may have sounded almost....snappish and depressed, that's only because I haven't been feeling good the past 2 days. Father's Day threw me off pretty bad and the resulting action was me ranting on one blog and struggling to not break down in tears on the other blog. Let's just say....some bad memories resurfaced and I've been trying to cope with them. Even IRL I've been rather quiet and irritated these past few days. For that I apologize to you all. I know some of
You ever get an idea? Okay, let me rephrase that—you ever get an idea so dumb, so stupid, so baffling that as you are writing it you instantly KNOW it's that bad? Well, I genuinely believe so, because people actually have a term for it with 'crackfics'.
As a few of you might know, I have been sick the past few days with migraines, dizziness, a runny nose, sore/itchy throat, and constant coughing (due to breathing with an itchy throat). Today I am finally feeling better (though not all the way). But that hasn't kept me offline.
Favorite thing about writing what I want to see in a story- the good comments. Sure I really haven't updated I Don't Believe In The Sun but it's a real fun time when people like it. And sure its kind of like Fallout Equestria because explaining it to a person I know well enough to actually want to share said it sounded kind of like fallout but fallout equestria's so big it can't hog up all the spotlight. But even better that this story that all you guys like for it being only a chapter is based
new chapter for You're Getting Better:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/373623/20/youre-getting-better/two-thumbs-and-a-pinkie
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pink tax:
I posted The Princess And The Person (tagged below). It's about Sci Twi and Pony Twi switching lives... If you wanna check it out you can. I warn you, it's probably very crappy due to me writing it out of anxiety and sleep loss, because of my health issues with my eyes and all...
Ahem... Anyways, yeah. Second attempt at a human story.
For those that don’t know, I am in high school, not only that, but it’s also an early college program.
One of the classes I’m taking happens to be a college level English class (English 101). Now, I’ve always found the concepts behind high school English interesting, the same way I find Music Theory interesting. When picking up these ‘proper ways’ to write a story or a piece of music, I realize that these things I love doing are incredibly complicated underneath the hood.
You guys are crazy.
So, uh... How about a celebration? No? Well fuck you, I'm doing it anyway.
Yesterday, I lamented about not seeing my best friend often enough, and I found a fugly spider on the ceiling. Today, we hung out and it was fucking awesome! After that, I went home and when my mom looked for her credit card bill, I found my old iPod! Then I deleted all that old weeaboo shit and put some good ole OFWGKTA on there! My brother is coming home tomorrow, so he can teach me how to put my CD's on there! I found the speaker/charger for my iPod, but couldn't find the
I see a whole lot of new and aspiring fanfiction writers all the time, and they almost always start not knowing the basic rules of storytelling or how hard it is in reality to create a believable story. Well, as believable as you can get in fiction. From all I've seen in my time here, I can fairly say that the limits for that go way beyond the sane prospects of logic.
Wow in the past year I went from feeling angsty to feeling so mushy that I can't stop grinning like an idiot and my heart swells up. Now those feelings are amplified. I guess it's the good version of PMS? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ In the past, I've lost all my impulse control right before my period, and I've drowned in my own tears. Now I want to cuddle, look at the sky, go on a picnic, listen to each other's heart beats, and stare into some lovely eyes. Dammit I'm so cheesy what kind of cheese
I'd rather drink the hooch with my friend. If she comes, she'll have to drive home and there's no way I'm letting her have a drop of alcohol. She just took a nap so she may or may not come. I'm fine with that, though. Nothing's as bad as that time I threw a birthday party and nobody came. Yes, it actually happened. It also happened another time, but it wasn't a birthday party. I'm kind of used to this shit now so it's ok.
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