Dear Journal,
It turns out I'm not very good at the whole "keeping a regular journal" thing. Two entries in two days and then lots and lots of nothing! Just like Ponyville. The nothing part, I mean. There's nothing in Ponyville. How is there so much nothing in Ponyville? We have a flipping Princess living in a flapping crystal tree-house-palace-probablynotalibraryanymore-thingy!
Oh jeeze, that probably sounded a bit mean. I mean (I want to find a way to say "mean" in this sentence again, but I can't figure out how to do it in a way that doesn't break its flow) Ponyville (I just totally broke the flow, didn't I?) isn't such a (last time, I promise) bad place. The whole reason I moved out here was because, random monster attacks aside, it's so nice and quiet. I figured it would be a great place to raise Dinky after... No, I promised I wouldn't be depressing.
I miss Manehatten, though.
Yeah, there was the crime, and the dirty streets, and, well, there's lots of reasons I moved away, but Manehatten had a life I've never seen anywhere else. The lights, the bustle, the weird air currents when the wind blows through the buildings.
I'll bet none of the ponies in Ponyville would guess I'm a city mare at heart.
Someday when I'm old (hah!) and rich (double hah!), I'm going to buy a penthouse apartment and retire there. Then I'm going to go dancing!
You know, it's weird. I'm actually a pretty good dancer. I can't fly in a straight line or walk without tripping over my own hooves, but once you add in some music, the clumsiness all seems to float away. Remind me to write an entry about how I got my cutiemark someday.
I wish there was someplace to go dancing in Ponyville. Well, I guess there technically is, but square dancing was never my cup of coffee.
Wow, all this writing about dancing really takes me back.
There was this amazing place on Seventh Avenue called Dance It Off. I don't know how they ever came up with the idea for a place like that, but it was great! During the day, they taught ballet (rhyme accidental, but awesome). I never tried that because I had to work, and you're only allowed to be a newbie ballet person if you're a little girl. Anyway, it was the evenings where the place truly came alive. Depending on the day, they gave ballroom lessons, swing lessons, squaredance lessons, tango, burlesque (never did work up the courage to try that one), and some others that I don't remember. Then they turned the place into a nightclub on weekends!
I spent way too many evenings and way too much money at Dance It Off. I don't regret it one bit, though. That's where I met your dad, Dinky!
Sorry, I thought I was ready to talk about that, but I'm not.
Anyway, today was a good day. I didn't break anything again, and Dinky had fun at school even though Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were jerks like usual. She's taking the big girl's route and ignoring them.
I'm going to bed.