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// Introduction:The Woes of Spike As Of Hitherto 
// Story: Spike's Journal 2 
// by WorkingClassWriter 
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Spike’s Journal 2
Written by The39Ponies
Edited by cwiis


Introduction:The Woes of Spike As Of Hitherto

Dear Diary,

Well, I've done it. I've bought yet another diary, to record whatever single engaging thing happens in Ponyville. And what does Twilight say to me after she sees me holding this little book? She scolds me for buying things without permission. And she was the one who wanted me to have a diary. Well, then again, she's going ballistic pretty often, so she can't remember pretty much anything she hasn't said in the past few days.

Why is she going ballistic? Well, it's kinda a complicated story. I know recaps are boring, so please excuse me for doing so.

The whole thing started after we came home from the Gala. It had been practically a disaster since Twilight and the gang hadn't achieved their dreams, we'd spent the whole night apart from each other, I burned the remaining pages on my diary while having a doughnut overload, and Celestia was being a royal pain again. Not exactly a desirable circumstance, but, hey, at least we were going home.

The problem was, when we got home, we discovered we were in a whole lot of trouble. You see, with everything happening since we went to Ponyville—insane dogs, cute but dangerous little fillies, etcetera—Twilight had forgotten to do one important thing: pay the bills.

At first, since Twilight was pretty rich anyway, I thought that this would be no problem at all. However, a day after we received the letter explaining the situation, a taxpony came to our house and complained that not paying for half a year was practically a crime. In order to escape jail, we had to pay double the price. You can imagine how Twilight reacted.

What's more, we discovered that since we hadn't shown up for quite a few days (we spent a week in Canterlot with Twilight's family), our customers were getting restless. In fact, they decided they didn't need permission to borrow the books on their own. So, when we settled down a little, we found out that around thirty books were missing.  

And, oh yeah, most of those were really popular books, like Hoofy Potter and The Pony Games. Which meant that about a dozen more customers were waiting for them. Per book. Props to Owlowiscious for not doing anything at all.

I didn't see Twilight that much for the next few days except during mealtimes, and her hair was usually frizzy by then. By the time the whole thing was solved, we still had to do our bimonthly book purchases, and we had almost no money left. It was also bestseller season, which meant we lost all our customers to the book shop a few blocks away. Great. Just great.

Around this time, it occurred that Twilight practically saved Equestria with our friends. So why the hay did she have to pay tax?


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Unique Equine Facts #20:
Ponies always forget every single important thing that doesn't directly involve politics. Sheesh...
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To escape Twilight's constant breakdowns, I decided to escape to one of the gang's house. I didn't want to go to Fluttershy's house because of her many animals, and I didn't want to go to Sweet Apple Acres because those crazy fillies always end up there somehow. I couldn't go up to Rainbow's 'cuz I can't fly. Too bad, that would have been cool. Although I love Pinkie, I decided against it—I had enough of crazy things. So, I went to Rarity's.

Huge mistake. You see, apparently she had some "very important customers". They weren't even famous—she just had to design fancy wedding gowns and stuff. She was offered a huge price for it, and since her budget had been dropping ever since the Fluttershy incident, she spent her whole time onto those dresses. Which meant she didn't even notice me.

At what was about my one hundred and fortieth visit, she finally completed her orders and laid on a couch. Now that I finally had the chance to talk to her, I did so. Which went quite well, except that she screamed at me that she was tired and that she didn't want to talk to anypony. Especially a dragon.

I knew that she didn't mean what she said, but I was hurt so much that I went straight to Golden Oaks, where I did the same: collapse on a couch. After a few minutes of sulking, I went to sleep.

When I woke up, Twilight was scolding me for some reason, but blushing at the same time. Owlowiscious was also flapping wildly around the room. I realized that in my sleep, I had, er, done a number two. After I took a bubble bath, which lasted only for thirty minutes due to expenses, and stayed the rest of the day in my room. Well, actually it wasn't the rest of the day. It was the rest of the week. Maybe two weeks. By the time I got out, Rarity had already apologized. Well, that was better, but I was still sort of pissed.

Things weren't looking that good even after two weeks. Although most of the books had been recovered, there was always a page torn or two. Plus, whenever Rarity visited, there still was some tension. I was actually sorta relieved when Twilight told me she had decided I was allowed to go to the bookstore by myself. Frankly, I was wondering why I couldn't go to it before if I could go to Canterlot alone.

While I was walking past the school supplies section, I saw a bunch of diaries for sale. Reminding me yet again of that tragic incident at Pony Joe's, I decided to buy you for ten bits. Apparently you were an old diary that they never even bothered to pay attention to. I know how you feel. Twilight practically does that to me everyday.

So, here I am, writing a thousand-worded entry again. But I'm not crushed right now, like I was before. Alright, I'm sorta mad about the whole Twilight thing. But not by much. Part of that's because I just realized something.

If I record here every single financial, mental, or love problem that's coming my way, I'll have proof that I got through those woes without dying. (That is, if I don't die. And, who knows, if I die, my life might get turned into a movie, which is always nice.)

Then, I can show it to Rarity so that she'll just admire and hopelessly fall in love with me, instead of Finnick O Horse or Magnus Magpony or whatever her customers are named! And then, I'll show this book to Twilight, too, who will fall at my feet and beg me to forgive her that she said that I was immature! It's genius!

So, right now, I'm going to record every single thing that Twilight despairs at. And whatever comes by my way. All I have to do is to wait for something interesting to happen. Chocolate rain would be a good start...

-Spike