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- Hug is for friends! - Kissing is for lovebirds or if you just want to randomly - Kill is for the pony above you that you hate or you are mad - Revive is if you want to revive a fallen person - Dead is what you must post if you have been killed until somepony revives you - Explode is if you want to quit playing for good - Fus Ro Dah is Glomp, Kiss, AND Kill!! Just do one of the 7 actions the title says you can do! Hug, Kiss, Kill, Revive, Dead, Explode or FUS RO DAH!!! Have fun yall!! P.S. I got the idea from Shankveld's Marry, kiss, or banish to the moon.
So last night when i was skyping with my D and D group, when my regular high tech Dell laptop started acting up. The built in mouse pad was having a seizure. everytime i touched it the stupid mouse would zoom in on the webpage. Having little to no patience i quickly grabbed my Iphone and put the Dragonborn's shouts on. turned up the volume and when it came time for the FUS RO DAH I shouted along and punched my laptop. It all went downhill from there. Apparently Dell isnt built to take a punch therefore the hard drive broke and i lost all my data. This means the Fan-fics i wrote and the countless brony music i downloaded. I always laughed at the notification that said to back up the data. I hate myself so much. If you saw my previous status update then i need to explain something. Me and some friends pretended to be a terrorist group and made a plan to overthrow the government. without going into details it may or may not be perceived as a real threat. just me being paranoid cause i asked the guy about the whole thing and he said they would not look at my data. Although i would have to send the harddrive to a data recovery center and they DO look at your data. i need help from a tech savy brony right about now.
I used to be a nerd like the rest of my school. Then I took an arrow to the knee. Okay, that was bad, sorry. Let me try this again... Ever heard of that book "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother?" If you haven't, just imagine a sterotypical asian's study habits. For a long time that was me, or rather, it was my parents forcing me to "Find X or find a new home". It's not that I didn't want good grades. Who doesn't? But I wasn't really willing to go to the extremes they were pushing me to in order to achieve those grades. But eight years since this all started, I'm beginning to reflect on my life. Now I'm wondering: Was it really worth it? I guess they've succeeded in what they did. I have a GPA higher than 4. I get straight As. And I go to a magnet school chock-full of other nerds like me. And in return, I've had to give up my childhood. While others were fiddling around with an XBox, I was trying to find the X of a box. And the only Facebooking I got was when I had to face a book and read. It got bad enough that I had to start sneaking in some time. A few minutes of games, here. A few more there. Just to enjoy a period of blissful happiness, no matter how brief. And now that I look upon the massive list of parent-induced accomplishments I've earned, I have to say: Yes, I guess my parents did succeed. But now I start to wonder...if they failed as well. I've always been given the same old excuse whenever I questioned the system. It would help me when I grow up. I could find a better job. Whatever it was. And I used to believe that sort of thing. It made sense, after all. Or, at least it used to. I'm not so sure anymore. Great, so I can go to an amazing college, acquire amazing student debt, and graduate to get an amazing job to pay off that student debt. Seems legit, parents. I'm no fool-I've seen my dad and mom working. My mom works as a programmer/engineer for Lockheed Martin, a defense contractor. It definitely took more than a bit of studying to get something like that, and the salary associated with it. But is it worth it? I see her come home every day, exhausted and worn-out, before she makes dinner and trudges upstairs to fall asleep. She used to have time to talk to me. Used to being the keyword here. And my dad? Hell, I'm lucky if I see him come home before I fall asleep (and for those of you who know my sleep patterns, that's VERY late). I wish I was kidding, but apparently managing a company branch is that bad. Despite all this, I always just blindly obeyed the "system". My Little Pony changed that for me. A spark of light in the deepest abyss-not of sorrow, but of apathy. Seeing those colorful little ponies running around the computer screen brightened my day. Always. I actually had something to look forward to as I trudged home every day. And seeing those ponies just made me happy in a way even I don't fully understand. But I know a large part of it has to do with a core theme in MLP. Friendship. Not that I was forever alone, by any means. But my friends were only really "schoolfriends"-I'm sure you know what I mean. And any time they'd ever ask if I wanted to come over or hang out, I'd have to decline-my parents wouldn't let me, as it would "drag down my grades." And now, seeing the power of friendship for the first time, I began regretting every missed opportunity. I began regretting my choices, and most of all, my childhood-or lack thereof. So what if I get a good job? I'll have more money, yes. And although I'm not one of those who claim money is the root of all evil, I'm becoming steadily more and more aware that it can't buy happiness either. More and more I'm starting to realize that, although the "common people" envy the "rich" like Warren Buffet, they actually have it better off. Look how much time Buffet spent perfecting his investment techniques. He's obviously pretty bucking succesful from the looks of it. But how much time did he spend doing it? That was the road on which I was headed (to a much smaller extent, of course) Being able to afford a vacation to France is nice. But personally, I'd rather be in a group of friends taking a road trip to California, any day. Money lasts a long time. But memories are forever. I don't really know why I'm writing this. I have some much homework piled up on my desk that it's threatening to topple over. I guess it's partly to get it off my chest. But it's also a plea to the rest of you. Please. If any of you are in a situation like this, reconsider. If I can help just one person with their life, and avoid the trap I fell into, all of this would have been worth it. Take charge of your life, and don't let others cheat you out of the one thing money can't buy-happiness. As for me, I'm not finished yet. My past memories are sealed in stone, but new ones can always be created. It's time to take my life back.