Day 7View OnlineThe JournalDay 7Woops. I guess I kind of lost track of time. But... wow. Its been a week living in Ponyville. I love it. I love it way more then my crappy old place in Manehattan. Here, the air is fresh, the food is great, and the ponies are nice. I'm glad I could snag this place before somepony else did. Anyhow I talked more to Vinyl, and she actually offered me a job. Apparently at a lot of the parties she works at-birthday parties, celebrations, or just plain random partying-the ponies want pictures. She told me that if anypony at a party needed some pictures taken, I would be contacted. I find it really cool-I get to go to parties and they pay me! Hah! So, that was one problem taken care of. I still haven't found a key to that attic-not that I mind or anything. Apart from the attic, i've explored the rest of nook and crannies in the place. There wasn't much-after all, it's just a house. Though I did go out and explore on the edge of the woods. It wasn't as dangerous as I had heard, and looked pretty cool. I'm probably going to go on a walk deeper into it, sometime. At the first instance of danger, I swear to myself, i'll leave. Can't get hurt so soon after moving in. I also sent my parents a letter. I had promised them before I moved that I would tell them how I am. I said all the standard things, 'love you,' 'miss you,' 'i'm doing great,' etc. I'm sure they're glad that I contacted them. Anyways, I talked more to Twilight Sparkle, who showed me some spots around town. Now I know where to get my apples and sweets-Sweet Apple Acres and Sugar Cube Corner. At the farm I met a stallion named Big Mac and a mare named Applejack. Big Mac didn't talk much, but Applejack happily greeted me to the town. She also offered me some samples of their goods. Not bad, not bad at all. At Sugarcube Corner I met Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the bakers. They seemed nice enough, and their babies were cute. Also there was a pony named Pinkie Pie who was living there. She enthusiastically greeted me-and to be honest, she seemed like the kind of pony who dinks too much coffee. So much energy. Still, not a bad thing. I was sure she was great at parties-which was ironic since it turned out she hosted them all the time. When I told her I would be working with Vinyl she said I was free to help out at any of her parties, which was nice. I'm still getting used to living in such an open town, though. That's not a bad thing, though. It's different, but a good kind of different. Well, i'm off to sleep. I'll try and update about what's going on more in the future. Drifter signing off. Holy shit... just... holy shit... I just woke up. Oh man... I just had the. Worst. Nightmare. First one i've had in a while. I was running through the woods, and it was dark. Really dark. I could barely see beyond the flashlight I had in my mouth. It was foggy, too, restricting my vision even more. I was running from... something. I don't remember what. I found a note... but... I don't remember what it said. Then I turned around and saw... I don't know what I saw. I really don't. I don't remember. But it scared me-scared me badly. I woke up in a cold sweat with all my blankets on the floor. I hurriedly turned on the light, and not only because I needed it to write. Geez. I look out the window and of all the things to see, I see the Everfree Forest. Just great. I'm going to read a book to get my mind off this. Hopefully I can get to sleep again.
Day 8View OnlineThe JournalDay 8That nightmare really scared the shit out of me, i'm not going to lie. I've started to feel a bit paranoid-like something's watching me. I know, crazy. I've managed to push that feeling away, though. Anyways, now to get off the topic of scary stuff. I've gotten my first gig. Some teenager's birthday party. I'm supposed to go there, take pictures, then give the parents the photos. I'm getting payed one hundred bits, plus an extra fifty for supplies. Awesome. Its going to happen next week. Seven days to prepare. Well, that was weird. Somepony just knocked at my door, but no one was there when I answered. Propably some kid thought it would be funny. Ha ha. Anyways, not much else to say. Ponyville is still great, and I still cant find that attic key. I guess somepony just lost it while they were making the place. It happened again. The knocking. But this time it came from the door leading to my backyard. That scares me. Somepony managed to get into my fenced off back yard. There was a note in front of the door, but all it had a symbol that looked like this. Ⓧ If this continues i'll report it to... I dunno, I guess the cops. Well, thats all... I guess... Drifter, signing off. Oh Celestia, I feel guilty. Somepony had knocked at my door again. I sprinted at it and pulled it open. I screamed, 'WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!' It was Derpy. She was delivering my mail I swear this is driving me crazy. I apologized and told her what was going on. She forgave me, but the look on her face when I yelled... I really am getting paranoid.
Day 2View OnlineThe JournalDay 2Eh, screw the 'Dear Diary' thing. Anyways, i'm now fully moved in. The empty drawers and closets have been filled up, and i've brought my sheets, blankets, mattress and pillows for the bed. The back yard is pretty cool, and I the Everfree Forest is right nearby. All I have to do is get over the fence and it's there, though I heard that it's a pretty dangerous place. But who knows, maybe i'll visit it sometime when i'm bored. What else... oh, yeah! I had gone around town and met a few ponies. There was a librarian named Twilight Sparkle who seemed very nice-i'm probably going to go over there to get some books to read soon. I also met a DJ named Vinyl Scratch. She was really cool as well. There was a mail-mare named Derpy, too. She had this... thing with her eyes. The best way I can put it is they each looked in different directions. But apparently it doesn't handicap her, since she seemed to see just fine. Anyways, she told me that my house was on her mail route, which was pretty cool. Maybe i'll get to see her. The only other thing to say is I need to find a job, especially after blowing off so much money on this house. Maybe i'll ask around. Who knows, somepony might need a photographer. Well that's all I have to say for today. Drifter, signing off.
Day 1View OnlineThe JournalDay 1Dear Diary, Is that how you start one of these things? 'Dear Diary?' Well I guess i'm supposed to be writing like i'm talking to a pony. I don't even know why i'm doing this. I guess its just a way to put my thoughts and feelings on paper... or something. Well I here it goes. My name is Drifter, and I just moved into a new home. I had been living in an apartment for a while due to financial problems. About a year ago, I managed saved up enough to buy a house in Ponyville. Finally. I missed having an actual home like from when I was little. Sure, an apartment could serve as a home, but a house is a place that is yours. Your own little part of land, instead of a building you share with other people. What was I saying? Anyways, right now I just got to the place. Its pretty nice, a one story cottage with an attic-though, I can't seem to find the key for the attic and neither could the real estate agent. But that's no problem, probably just a bunch of wires and junk like that up there. Well, that's all to report for now. I'll add some more tomorow. Drifter signing off.
