A Post. Deal with it.

Here is a post. I hope you enjoy it. (Side note: This is slightly different form my tumblr version of this post.)

Here I sit, once again at university.

Hooray for not getting shit done.

There has been lots going on for me. I'm not in a class right now, I'm just in the library. Listening to music, posting stuff online, pretending to be vaguely interested in the things the occasional person I know says to me.
You know, socialising when one doesn't really want to socialise.
I'm pretending to essays right now. I say pretending. I'm trying, my brain just doesn't want to let me. I blame it on you. All of you individually.
I have no grounds for this accusation obviously, I just thought it might be nice to include you to my insanity. Well possibly insane to you, to me I suppose it has become my normalized reality.

Oh look a squirrel....

Where was I? Right the popcorn. That's a lie, I wasn't talking about popcorn, I was just testing myself to see that I could write about anything soon as it entered my brain. I wasn't going to edit that idea, I wasn't going to think of something more funny or witty for the post. I just wanted to write the first thing. It was popcorn. I am a bastion of creative thinking. Hooray for broken imagination. Or really good. Depends how you look at it and what your mind can do with popcorn. NOT THAT YOU SICK FUCKS.
Maybe that.
Of course the problem with this is, that while I am writing it, I am the editor and such so that you don't know if I actually have edited it so that what I wrote initially may not have been popcorn.
Live in fear reader. Live in fear.
Okay it was popcorn. I didn't alter anything. BUT I COULD HAVE.

Wow, I get ranty. I mean rant in the sense that I just go on and on, with no real purpose and or structure I just write. I wanted to write a book that incorporated this at some stage. I think I might get back on that track. It was fun to write and sort of just did it's own thing. I don't know what genre the book fell into. It was weird. I mean it actively engaged with the reader and then commented on the fact that engaging with a reader was impossible in real time and that breaking the fourth wall is fun. It was fun to do. It also had some of my short stories in there because well why not?
My observations are in there too. Not all of them, but some. I can always observe more.

Man I wish I was wearing a full silk outfit. It would be just so nice right now. I don't really know why but I like the idea.
Give me something to muse on. Someone. Any one?
Fuck you guys are useless.

See there I go again. I can't break the fourth wall and have reaction/response in real time.

Well I can end this here. I know I can because I am the writer. I decided when I stop. So there.
I shall say good day to you all.


My name is Mikey and I SAID GOOD DAY!