So the dread day is over. Thank faust it was a bit less disturbed than ut used to be. I was still disturbed a bit but it usually is a lot worse. People still plan on celebrating but I'm just gonna take a shell and go zombie for it. Masks everywhere just so that others are happy.

Pretty much all my party was was a cheap cake (a bit big for just three people, a cupcake would have sufficed and no cake would have been the proverbial icing), some ice cream that we already had in the freezer, and the bagged gift. I received a horse calender, an mlp play pack (stickers, coloring book with four crayons (so much for accuracy other than Dash's mane, I'm 25, no art skill whatsoever, and I receive that kiddy of a gift? hoof it next year let's have a whole mlp party..... jk I really would rather NOT celebrate my birthday)) and a two pack of 8gig thumbdrives, and my step dad actually being decent for once with his attitude (best gift other than the usbs).

Not exactly the 2ds and fully paid preorder of alpha sapphire I'd love but I'm not gonna complain. I only wish more people could go the day without remembering or others reminding them.

Today started out pretty easy, until a newer hercules movie came on. The movie itself was pretty decent as far as greek mythology goes, had some pretty heartbreaking loves scenes (mainly the one where the creet princess continues telling the tyran prince that no matter what he does to his brother herc, she'll alway love herc, (i.e. "If you make him but a memory, I shall love only that memory until the day the gods take me")).

Wasn't that what got to me, it was the action. The movie would have been perfect if both "My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light 'Em Up)" and "Centuries" were playing in the background. That's where the problem begins. Lately I've been getting massive charges out of those two songs. By massive I mean equal to that of "Hail To The King/Shepherd Of Fire".

Hero Factor, the Equestrian version of my o.c. was born from the latter mashup. With this new mashup taking center It makes me wonder about the fate of H.F. and if the fact that "Hail" went dark during the whole "dazzlings" bit.

During the couple of weeks of movie hype I found myself listening mostly to the dazzlings' songs. Mainly cuz the energy reminds me too much of "Voodoo", That's not a good thing as that specific godsmack song is one of the most powerful entrancers known. Having more songs like that means a wider range of really bad outcomes.

In this "state" I was constantly coming up with dark setlists for a battle of the bands scenario and even twisted a few songs to a more, grim, type of effect. ex: Hail is usually something that empowers and inspires, dazzled it becomes more of a fear and obey. H.F. Hail is more of a "Do not fret as your king is here for the good of the people", whereas dazzled Hail is more "I am your king obey me of I'll have you hung" kinda thing. Either way not good,

Other than that I've been thinking about doing a chapter (or a few) concerning a certain un-surgical surgeon and this character I feel a strong connection to who happens to be a spare creation known as claire. Of course before I get much further than the storyline playing in my head (putting it to data/paperwise) I'll have to do some permission seeking from their creator. I just wanna know if others would like to see that in my 'fic.

Elsewhere (across the interplaner boundary lines):

Pinks had her party. Nopony was happy that they had to persuade me like they did but how could it have been forced if I let them have every bit of the fun. I coulda escaped any time I wanted, after all I am the adopted son of one of the most spirited horses in history.

Anywho I behaved myself as I was released from my cage. I laughed, smiled, danced, and partied. I got accepted the gifts given to me by those in attendance. I got a book, some royal regalia, a new gaming console and games, a new set of armor and an armory's worth of weapons to go with it, fashioned out of the best crystal, tickets to a 'bolts show, a couple bottles of cider (one from the special stock), 'shy sang, pinkie brought some family members of the planer state lines, and a new tux ensemble with gem accents, and a fancy honorary crusader album (also as thanks for teaching the tikes how to rock).

I still owe everypony involved for their trouble. I figure when the weather patrol brings a good, deep, snow to the valley that I'l invite everyone to the bottom of a steep hill and bury 'em in snow just like I used to do at home for my annual winter prank. It's gotta be extra deep just so I can make sure the royal aunts and custer (cousin/sister) in law get as buried as the rest.... including the marefriend, whether she's a lady or not.

I guess that's all for tonight as I've got a bit of business with the most confusing entity in existence. He finally caught up to me and demanded my audience. I was avoiding him for the longest time knowing he'd get into my origin and start a chat about time/space that'd end up giving me one hoofer of a headache. Just thinking about "allonsey" and the millions of possible conversations is giving me a headache as we speak..... I think I'll just go catch me a little shoulder action and nap away my current headache before getting the bigger one.