~Welcome to our crazy world. I
mean, blog. Yeah. So, you’re probably asking yourself why you entered this
site. Maybe you were bored, you pressed this accidentally, or you’re a stalker
wondering about two teenagers’ lives and gathering information to eventually
find and kidnap us. Anywho, you’re here for a reason, whatever that might
be.
I guess this is that awkward
introduction part where we’re supposed to tell you about ourselves. So here
goes nothing:
Hi. We're basically two awesome (yeah, right)
teenagers who were bored one day and decided to make a blog. Yep. Just
like that. Anyway, we're like these totally epic bookworms (judge us and you won't get any donuts for a week) who are in a multitude of fandoms. (Yeah, we just said "multitude".)
What are fandoms? you ask innocently, eyes full of wonder and childish delight. My answer? Run away as fast as you can and never come back, because fandoms will rip you apart and throw your remains into Tartarus (lol fandom reference).
But, alas, the time for discussing fandoms is not for now. ...
So we'll get started on other stuff.
Do you know any real unicorns? No? Well, we do. Yeah, you heard right. I mean, read right. Yep. Totally not awkward.
*ahem*
Back
on the subject of unicorns. There's this guy in our class, whose name
we won't mention but dub him Cluck. (His real name's totally not Chuck,
by the way.)
So,
let's get back on track. (Wow, ADHD much?) Cluck is descended from a
long line of royal unicorns, or so he claims. And yeah, he's our age,
remember that.
But I'm pretty sure he's lying. You agree, right? He's totally fibbing about the "royal" part. He's obviously a tax collector unicorn. Duh.
So
yeah. So far, we've talked about the unicorn in our class. There's just
the wizards, the Pokemon trainers, the Steves, and a couple more.We'll
talk about that later. For now, we have to talk about something that the
world revolves around; something the earth bows down to and the stars
pale in comparison to: the Inspiration.
The Inspiration!
The Inspiration!
THE INSPIRATION!
...
we should probably tell you what the Inspiration is. (While I'm
explaining this, my friend next to me is viciously fangirling. Yep.)
The Inspiration is a giant yellow smiley face.
I mean, obviously. When you think of the word inspiration, what else comes in your mind? Motivational speakers fighting for the world? Probably, yeah.
The legend of the Inspiration began a long time ago, when the iPhone 4s had come out, maybe even farther. It was a time when dinosaurs roamed the earth (I am, of course, talking about the tiny plastic ones), and when we were naught but young children.
MEMORY LANE:
I
rack my brain, desperately trying to scrounge some ideas for my
persuasive essay I needed to finish for English class. Devoid of
inspiration, I find my eyes wandering the classroom. Suddenly, amongst
the gray, drab landscape of this jail, something thrusts itself,
colorful and vibrant, from the dull walls that confine me so.
Little did I know that it was the start of something that would take over my life.
I
suddenly realize, then, that my existence in this universe of
insignificant atoms amongst insignificant atoms, had been truly
meaningless until I set my eyes upon this beauty. This raw, wonderfully
optimistic object that never again would fail to make me feel strong...
My purpose in life was renewed.
And the rest, as you say, is history.
(see that swaggy picture up there? fudge yeah. [my friend doesn't like cursing. whatever])~
