Today started out mostly ordinary. I got up and decided to enjoy my one day off in the week (On Saturdays and Sundays I have to make preparations for the coming week, stuff like setting up presentations and booking science rooms for practical assignments). To be honest, my job would be more interesting if it wasn’t for Tungsten being a total prick every single day. Anyway, Wednesdays being my only off-day, they’re also my only chance in the week to do grocery shopping because normally the markets have closed by the time I get home on work days.
It was when I was visiting the markets today, however, things started to get a little irregular. I was just picking up my lunch when all of a sudden something very fast and very turquoise collided with me. It didn’t take too long for me to guess that the fast, turquoise thing was Rainbow Dash. For some reason, the only times I and Rainbow Dash have ever met have been at the markets. I reckon it’s because she actually lives in Cloudsdale as opposed to Ponyville, which would make sense, considering she’s a pegasus. I personally didn’t want to move there in the first place, because of the fact that only pegasi and alicorns can live there. Well, technically a unicorn could live there if they used a cloud-walking spell every so often, but it’d likely be a bit of a pain to have to replenish it at regular intervals. Anyway, I chose not to live there because if I had, then Cornflake, being an earth pony, wouldn’t be able to live with me, and considering he wouldn’t survive for 10 seconds if I wasn’t there for him to leech off I’d rather not have taken the chance. He is my friend, after all. Anyway, I digress.
After I’d managed to pick myself up, I dusted myself off and greeted Rainbow Dash, who apologised for crashing into me for the second time in my life. Considering that her colliding with me at high speed in the middle of a market was a rare occurrence (having only happened to me once before) I felt compelled to ask why she was in such an apparent rush, to which she replied, after a little hesitation, that she had run out of potatoes and needed to restock. Which made me wonder exactly why she was in such a hurry to perform such a mundane task as buying potatoes from the local market.
But anyway, my skepticism aside, Rainbow and I got talking and the first topic to come up was work. Rainbow told me that if she hadn't decided to get a job straight after leaving school, she would have gone to college and that she most likely would have studied Athletics. I say “studied” very loosely here due to the fact that I have seen many an Athletics “lecture” during my break hours and from what I can gather it seems to revolve around everypony involved just having a whale of a time flying around the Aerosports pitch. And on rare occasion some ponies collide with my classroom window, much to the amusement of my students when a lecture is on. Dash found this description of Athletics to be quite amusing, and she told me that she now wished she'd actually gone to college. However, she seemed somewhat lost for words when I asked what else aside from Athletics she'd have taken, so I jokingly suggested Equine Biology. And to my surprise, Rainbow actually said it sounded pretty interesting. I never thought that somepony like Rainbow Dash would take an interest in the wonders of the equine body, but it made slightly more sense when Dash told me that at least an Equine Biology EL2C was a requirement for entry into the Advanced Aerobics Course at the University of Canterlot. Well, gotta have ambitions, I guess.
Rainbow Dash and I eventually parted ways and I went home to find Cornflake, sleeping on the floor and surrounded by cider bottles. He only ever does that when he's REALLY smashed, so I jabbed him with my hoof to wake him up again, before realising that amongst the many cider bottles, there were also some clear bottles labelled "Total". Now, living with Cornflake means I know way too much about alcohol, and for those who don't know Total is a particularly strong brand of vodka which Cornflake REALLY loves to mix into other beverages, especially cider. And it tends to make him smashed beyond belief too, today being no exception; it took him five whole minutes to get up the stairs, and another three to get to the bathroom. This is why I try not to let him have any spirits. Cornflake thinks he can handle all the alcohol but I can safely say that tonight was proof enough that he really can't. It took a piping-hot bath and 23 (I was counting) glasses of water for him to sober up after that.
After I'd had a snoop round the house to check if there was any more vodka hidden away (I found 2 more unopened bottles total), me and Cornflake sat down to watch some movies, as per usual. Today's pile of randomly-grabbed movies contained mainly psycho-thrillers but also included was Pan's Labyrinth, which I hadn't actually seen for a few years and since Cornflake hadn't yet seen it I pretty much insisted on watching it.
Eventually we started feeling a bit sleepy, so we both decided to turn in. I obviously decided to write this diary entry, while Cornflake went straight to bed. I suppose he needs his sleep, what with all the vodka he consumed today. Anyway, I’ve spent ages writing this entry and now I'm well and truly knackered. Thus, I'll end tonight’s entry here.