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I’m getting the hang of this shower busyness, but it’s still annoying to say the least. In my absence, many developments have occurred, most of which seem to revolve around the style of others. I walk the nighttime halls and run into multiple, newly recruited guards. This golden armor will simply not do at all! Gold is Celestia’s color, while mine is a deep shade of blue and pitch black. I’ll order a change in regalia tomorrow. I’m far too exhausted to do it tonight. That and I think it should be an easy task, assuming these young, spry ponies can conceal themselves during the fitting and tailoring.

There was a problem in my closet yesterday. In all my life, I’ve never seen such… well, skimpy clothing! One thousand years of me being gone, and my sister allows these ponies to design whatever the hell they wish! I mean, some of these even show… well, almost everything! Why?! I liked the old fashion, but I guess I need to… how do they say it? Get with the times? This will be tough. Not only that, but ponies talk so differently now. There’s no we, or thy; not even a simply thou! This will take a lot of practice, and if this isn’t enough, my sister still treats me like a Child! My form that night was due to the half-moon, making my appearance more foal-like! In the full moon though, I take the imagery of my true self; a fully grown alicorn. My mane in no longer in small, light blue strands, but instead it looks similar to my sister’s. It’s wavy, but not spectrum, more galactic.

In my free time, I enjoy taking walks in the garden, which is more of a bother to me as the animals fear my presence. I have to sit and wait for them to choose their own course of action, though all they do is cower behind the trees and bushes. I usually just meditate there, soaking under the long nightly glow, enjoying freedom from my prison. It’s funny, calling my precious moon a prison. I still visit the meteor from time to time, just to remind myself why I was sent there in the first place. Some ponies from the local Equestria daily news seem to believe I was placed on the moon. Actually, I was incarcerated WITHIN the thing! Bunch of damned ninnies! If I was trapped on it, I could have easily flown away and returned. My sister has one hell of a way with explanations. It’s not like it really matters, but still… it’s the principle of the whole ordeal. She left out crucial facts and important information. Sometimes, I wonder how she got the throne instead of me. So she’s a few generational older, big deals… only by five. Any hoof, I’ll just continue with the next thing that bugs my being.

The rights of ponies these days are ridiculous! I was walking down the hall and these two stallions; yes, that’s right, stallions were kissing, RIGHT THERE! Ugh, I’ve never been more mortified in my life! What were their names, Neon Jade and Filtered Fuddles? Yeah, those two were lip-smacking like it was no tomorrow! I mean, how does that even work out? I asked Celestia in her dreams and she claimed that this was normal, that mares would date mares, and stallions would… well, needless to say, I think that’s a bit much. I told her this… and then she gulped down a waterfall of chocolate rain. My sister has the weirdest dreams. They remind me of Discord, that Draconequus we use to play with as young fillies. Those were the days…

Now, getting off topic… have you ever had an Oreo?! Splendid treat, but I feel it necessary to withhold my urge as it made me quite… awkwardly placed in both a good, mental state, but a horribly damned, physical condition. Now, I’ve also enjoyed ice-cream, not as good, but still very delicious, and there’s general junk food like candy and soda, but a princess must keep her figure at a constant slim, well-kept form. Other than that, I guess I’m finished with this entry… OH! I almost forgot!

A special prank was done today! You see, Twilight had been working on several spells, and Celestia wanted to test her. Knowing two young colts by the name of Snips and Snails could probably lure an Ursa Minor to town, she had me dress up as; oh, and this is just too rich. She had me use my powers to turn into a mare known as Trixie. The only resemblance was my cutie mark. If you look at it closely, it resembles my moon. I performed basic magic, and captivated the crowd with dazzling tricks anypony could do, really. Twilight though… just ran from the crowd. My initial intent was to make her challenge me and have those two colts bring an Ursa Minor to town while we debated with enchantments. I and Celestia prepaid them to boast me up and lure the beast into town. When Twilight departed from the scene, I decided to wait till later. I must say it was fun witnessing Twilight defeat that raging monster, and when the time came, I had to leave town. I made it seem like I wasn’t impressed in order to strike a better lust for self-improvement into Twilight’s heart. Reaching a tree next to a local pond, I was able to return to my original self. My sister giggled at the amazing act I put on, and we returned to Canterlot to find… you guessed it, a friendship report! Celestia read it to me, and I chuckled at how ridiculous it was that Twilight made one for this event. The night was then spent on me bidding my sister goodnight, and, as I am doing right now, finishing up this report. Celestia says I should just call it a diary entry, so I will, but it really doesn’t matter, right? Well, it’s early, and I see the sun rising, which means it’s time for me to go to sleep. I’ll have some breakfast with Celestia, say good morning, and go to bed.