10-4-14

YOU SHALL NOW KNOW I'M HAPPY.

10-3-14

OH IF ONLY YOU COULD HERE MY BUCKED UP LAUGHTER.

GUESS WHO TOOK MY SKETCHBOOK AND I BUCKING FORGOT TO SNATCH IT BACK FROM HER AND WENT, "YOU KNOW WHAT- BUCK IT."

And my dress design is in there.

So I have to draw a whole new dress design before 10-5-14 and it has to be a full color, final.
WHY.

Well, it's not gonna be so bad. I have my paper and water colors so I can get some help from him. He has always loved designs and he may add a bit of personality with adding a hair style to compliment the dress.

Maybe I'll give the new dress some ruffles! And if the main color can be cream... Then the second color should be an orange of the same light shading. But the dress might best be a all year round outfit, not a Fall dress.

Be right back people. I gotta start my dress.

10-2-14

Guess who got on a train right in front of her family and enchanted her door before leaving? THIS AWESOME MARE! I'm on a train to Ponyville as we speak and until I reach town to upload this entry is that I'll update for everyday I'm on this suffocating death ride. So, how have I been?
I've been well truthfully. No mother or sister to yell at me. No brother or sister in law to ask me back.

Plus my father's been dead for a thousand years so he's out of the picture. Just me and my dress designs. And now I've god to explain the bucking dresses.

Okay, I was trying to enjoy the last month in the Crystal Empire I came across a nation wide ad. Somepony has been trying to keep up on her assignments and had been too busy keeping up to continue on new sketches for her clients. So while she's working on making the dresses, I will be drawing the new suits and getting them updated, redone, etc.

But the whole interview isn't even explained in what I need. DO I need experience or do I need to be a professional? But the thing that was only explained in what would be needed in order for me to get the job is a mock design.
And here it is:
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Where is my dress design.

9-27-14

Long shot. Such a long shot. SO that train was the last one for this month. I then had a fit in my room, made sure my mom couldn't get in my room so things are good for once. She always tries to break through my door and try to lecture me about anger and my sadness.

If that mare could only understand why I was so angry I'd think she'd pull a "OH- so you're running away now?" shtick.

Doesn't help as my sister is a again trying to raid my room while she's gone. Maybe I'll give this packing thing a bit more time now...

But now I have a mom who won't leave my door and a sister who knows I threw out her cigarettes because she can't stop f-cking smoking in the house and blames it on burnt food she created at the last minute.,.
Honestly it's like she thinks I don't know the difference of burned nicotine and burnt food.





But as I decline from being locked in my room. He said that maybe I should get what I need and leave the door locked and under enchantment. But that's too easy. Plus my sister is a freaking unicorn, she can use magic like my mom. And they've gone through my room before... That was during my um... weeaboo phase. For once I'm quite glad I had that phase, it got me into drawing and made me create characters that would of otherwise gone off as somepony's else.

They're pretty cool and I take these pictures with pride... don't... don't mind the picture with me and the banana. And the cutie mark. I don't have a cutiemark. I wish I had a cutie mark. Really, I do.

Entry 2- 9/18/12

So I've been looking at certain places that could be my perfect (posssibly) getaway. Ponyville. It's a small town but holds a lot of promise. Ponies have told from allover town that Ponyville an awesome place. And with the history made and stuff discovered there, it may be the only place suitable for me to grow.

And I am happy to know the perfect place for me!
Because my mother is driving me up the wall. I need to get away from this mare.

8:15 P.M.
I missed the train.
I MISSED THE TRAIN.

MY SISTER HAS BEEN ANNOYING ME FOR SO LONG I LOST TRACK OF TIME YELLING AT HER TO LEAVE ME THE BUCK ALONE I HAD NO TIME TO PACK EVERYTHING AND

THE TRAIN TOOK OFF WHEN I GOT TO THE MOTHER BUCKING STATION.

DAMN YOU TO TARTARUS SORE LOVE.

DAMN YOUR STUPID MARESELF.

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Excuse me for my cussing. But I've lost my temper. I haven't done that in a long time. Last time that happened well...

I shouldn't be talking about him yet.

11:00 P.M.
I've locked the door so my sister can't barge in screaming at me for coming back home a hour ago. And my mom's not home. Goody goody. Now I have a angry unicorn trying to break into my room to snap at me.

And now I shall talk to him,
You see, a couple years back I had wings like my father. But when I was pushed off the clouds and too scared and had not learned to fly yet- I awoke in the hospital with both wings gone. I was ruined form then on. Made fun of for losing my wings because I was scared of heights and didn't even KNOW how to fly. From then on I grew a bit tired of life. And I joined the Earth ponies' school.

And one field trip I went on before I started making myself absent to field trips even my mom wanted me to attend, we went to the Crystal Empire's royal library.

I hated being so close to the fillies and colts, they heard of my tale. They called me no-wing Diamond. The teacher didn't even try to quiet them when their taunts caught his attention.

When they were meeting up for lunch, I decided to look for a book. Any book, something to get my mind off of "No-Wing Diamond".

I found a old leather book, and I found words that were weird at first but they started making sense to me! I kept reading and reading, I was so into this journal that my teacher finally noticed I didn't leave the castle.
Guards found me- and I know it's bad to steal but... I took the book. I shoved it into my satchel when I heard the guards come through the doors.

I went home late and my sister was weeping like a whiny bitch pretending to be so sad that I was gone all day.

As soon as the door closed she tried slapping me. In between the motion her hand stopped and she ran away screaming,

The first night I had that book, somepony was in there. He kept me up for hours talking and letting my feeling flow out make me feel god awful.

I even felt sorry for my sister. But we laughed her off easily.

From then on I had magic. Not my magic.

oh no no

I had his magic.