Who Am I?

For me to pick one essay style would seem easy enough. Unfortunately, I myself would have to say that it may be a bit harder, but as I keep filling this blog with straight up nonsense, which roams around the topic of this post like a bee around honey, I find myself revealing the type of essayist I am. Then again, it could all be bull and I’m just trying to fill the void. I may find myself to be a number VII (The Idler Figure). The reason being is that I am a bit of a Loafer, or just someone who likes to talk about whatever comes to his mind. Now that I think about it, maybe I’m a number IX. Who cares if one moment I’m talking about birth control and the next purple elephants? Does it really matter if all I really want to do is make fun of Twilight fans? Wait, so if I want to make fun of people, does that make me a number VI? I can see this is still an utter failure, for I still don’t know who I am. That could be considered a flaw. I’m talking about my flaw, which happens to be me not knowing what kind of essayist I am, so I could be a number III. Number III also is about revealing your extensive knowledge on a particular subject, and I have some extensive knowledge on the coming zombie attack. Alright, this is getting nowhere. So, to anyone reading this, goodnight and long live the Empire!