The Lunar Journal

Entry 4, June 22, 1001

Decided that I'm to lazy to write the word 'journal' anymore.

So apparently I LUNA was a natural at magic. With the proper guidance of Merlin, I was able to levitate an apple for an astounding 21 seconds. Well, its not that impressive. Merlin is exactly how I expected him, an old folksy pony who loved to tell stories of his youth. Instead of stories about him fighting dragons, it was stories of the first time he had ice cream.

Blueblood was surprisingly tolerable. For some reason I thought he was going to be this whinny bitch, but he was actually very knowledgable about Equestrian history. He treated me with the same respect that Merlin treated me, if a bit more flamboyant. Maybe that is why he rejected all of the mares at the Gala.

What the heck is the Gala?

Anyways, I had a delightful dinner with my sister Celestia. Maybe I'm adapting to my knew tastebuds, but that eggplant parmesan was to die for. Celestia seemed pleased that I enjoyed my study time with Merlin and Blueblood. However, she asked me if I wanted to go flying with her later on in the evening. I had almost forgotten that I had wings. I hastily made an excuse on why I couldn't and I awkwardly excused myself. I hope I didn't hurt her too bad.