Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

  I am not sure who this Rep. pony is, but I personally think it's creepy for somepony to just read my diary and leave a note. But, everything in my room was left untouched… Strange… Just so you know, “A”, I’ve set up some traps. If someone is trying to read my diary, I will know.

  Anyway, school is fantastic once you gets used to it. The foals are kinda strange though, especially that Diamond girl. Note to self: Bother dad about what a tiara is. I have talked to Diamond a bit and she was actually quite nice, but her friend, a gray filly named Silver, was giving me funny looks.

  So after talking for about fifteen or so minutes, recess just flew by. I usually keep track of time very accurately, but, talking about life, destiny and desires, it just fills me up with energy that I can't really explain. But, it’s my diary and I can do whatever I want with it! I could just draw for pony’s sake! What was I writing again? Oh! What I’ve felt was like dopamine surging through me all throughout the conversation. Nice!

  When I was enjoying my lunch under a comfy tree with just the right amount of shade, the three annoying ponies from yesterday came up to me and asked me, “Want help finding your cutie mark?” and I replied with, “Not really. What’s the big deal with this cutie mark buisness anyway?” We ended up having a really deep conversation until lunchtime was over. I never really understand why my cutie mark is so important to them, ‘cause they’ve already gotten theirs! But I'm not here to judge.

  There’s not much else to write, other than when I came home with homework, I finished it within ten minutes of starting! “Find x and y if x is equals to 456+(47y*82) and y was 97/(x85-90)?” That stuff’s as easy as 2 +2. (I may or may not put that there on my own to exercise my brain a little. Don't judge me.)

   After I finished my incredibly easy homework, mommy brought a guest to our house! He had a tan coat, no mane, and a black business suit with a rose red tie. While daddy’s and mommy’s silence is comfortable, this guest looked slightly disturbing when he was just sitting there waiting for mommy to grab something from the basement. And when he does talk, he sounds so...mysterious. I even shuddered a little when he looked at me as I walk passed him. He’s just so strange, with his sea-blue eyes…

  Mommy gave the stallion the suitcase and he walked out of our house along with mommy… That’s when daddy came and asked me why I was hiding in a corner watching that stallion like a hawk. I explained to him why and he chuckled, said to me he said, “Ohw’v pdnh vrph qrlvh.” What was that suppose to mean!? So I asked him and he simply replied with another chuckle and said, “Let’s make some noise…”

  The rest of the night was spent with my daddy in the kitchen, playing a trombone while I rhythmically banged the oven door open and closed trying to create “music” or a “beat” with just those two things. Needless to say, daddy and I were laughing like idiots the whole time. After a few hours of our noise making session, mommy came back and joined in with a trumpet. Playing music is always fun, especially with my parents, ‘cause there’s pure honey love in the air. It’s so thick I can practically taste it in my mouth…

  But happiness comes with a cost, like me being more energized than Pinkie Pie when it’s time to go to bed. Look, I really needs to go to sleep now, I have school tomorrow. Catch you later, Diary!

Toddles!

Rep. Al-

Wow, just wow! Thanks for protecting me to this extent! I'm so honored… Anyways, today sure was interesting wasn’t it? Who knew you can have so much fun smacking the oven door open and closed? Sleep tight, Perl.

Yours

A...

Uh.

What?

Did you just reply to me?

Yes… Ow! Pick me up! Perl! I’m on the floor!

Oh.

Don't put me back down!

Okay.

You just moved me two inches to the left. Put me back on the table!

Okay.

And don't put me back!

Okay.

I'm still on the floor Tech...

But you just said, “Don't put me back on the table.”

Screw you, Perl!

Aw, can't I mess with the one who get to read my diary?

Ugh...

Let's put you back on the table, fun’s over, gotta sleep.

Finally...