Ho ho~! Not what I have in mind I’m afraid. But I’ll hold on to this if I ever learn how to read tabs.

Now that I’ve applied eye drops and my eyes feel a bit better-

You’re welcome.

Thanks.

I just wish my eyes would stop hurting.

Thanks a lot anonpony, thanks a lot. I was ready to just sit back and be lazy today, maybe rest my eyes a little. But then you had to show up.

I mean, how is anypony supposed to say no to the BEE GEES?!

P.S.: You also made a liar out of me.

askscoot:

I’m off to stupid pizza time.

I bet listening to this would take the edge off pizza time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BLWfcEJSzo&feature=player_detailpage#t=48s

Just a notice, in case anyone is waiting. I don’t have anything major to submit tonight. Kinda got lazy today.

Sorry.

askcarrottop:

lunaanswers:

askstarcatcher:

Well this should start some arguments xD

 Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyy……?

I’m not even sure who that blue colt is attached to my bubble..

HOW COULD YOU NOT-

… nothing, nevermind.

ask-twilight:

asklyra:

ask-twilight:

130 followers!

Hey! Me too! Exactly, in fact.

Woo!

((OOC: Twilight is now officially as popular as a background pony!))

Meta powers says that, in your defense, there’s a lot of Twilights.

ask-twilight:

130 followers!

Hey! Me too! Exactly, in fact.

Human years… human years… I read something about a conversion once in Equestria Daily. Don’t remember it though.

Wish I had saved that link…

Best I can say is she’s older than me.

cooking dinner?

folding laundry?

watching television?

on the computer?

Et cetera ad nauseum.

It involves opening a door that was previously closed.

It was some school in Canterlot…

Ugh, I can’t for the life of me remember what it was called.

Princess Celestia got me in to it. There were earth ponies and pegasus there too, though. So I know it wasn’t that gifted one for unicorns.

I live in the same house as Bon-Bon, I think I’d know if she wanted me to tell you or not.

Rainbow Dash asked me this question, and I accidentally answered privately, so she was kind enough to post it for me. Thanks Rainbow Dash!

Hey Lyra you compose REALLY great music! Could i know when you started to play? :) rainbowdash-answers

When I first enrolled in school it was mid school year. The music class wanted another string instrument so they tried to assign me a violin, but I had a lot of trouble. I could barely hold the thing and I couldn’t get my hooves to press the strings properly. The other violinists all used magic, but I didn’t know magic yet.

They found an old harp in storage and switched me to that. The original harpist in the class didn’t like me because they dumbed down all of my parts, which I guess is understandable. Pretty unfair from her perspective to be lumped together with me. It went on like that for the rest of the school year.

When I returned the following year, my harp, the old one, had mysteriously had all of it’s strings cut and was severally dented up. The school either couldn’t afford another harp or didn’t care enough to buy one. I knew magic by then, so I could have started over with another instrument, but it meant I would have had to go back a year in music and play with a new class. When I saw that smug look on the other harpist face, I knew she was responsible and I wasn’t about to let her get away with it.

I asked if there was anything remotely like a harp I could play instead. And they brought out this little thing they called a lyre. They said they used it as a prop during school plays but that it was real.

I was completely ready to sit down next to that harpist and show her up something good. But I still wasn’t all that great. And with my parts no longer being dumbed down I’d usually have to choose accuracy or speed. I just didn’t seem capable of both and my grade reflected that.

Halfway into the year, the harpist moved and I was told to switch back to harp. The teacher said she’d dumb down the parts for me again and I was all for it at first. Then the thought occurred to me that all I was doing was jumping around trying to find an excuse to be accepted for mediocrity. It reflected in other areas of my life too.

So I refused. The teacher wasn’t pleased. She told me if my performance wasn’t up to snuff for the end of the year recital she’d fail me for the year. I was sort of defiant in my youth, if you couldn’t tell, so I didn’t take that very well. I kinda blew off all of my other classes, memorized the pieces in question, and practiced every night.

When the recital came, I still made one or two mistakes. And I barely passed for the year because I all but ignored my other classes. But my music teacher said she was impressed at my improvement, and I even got an award for most improved performer. At the end of the day I got my award, when I came home and removed my dress, I noticed I had a cutie mark.

And that is the real story, all jokes removed.