Dear Journal,
I really should find a different way to open up these posts. I mean, the "dear" makes "diary," the first word to pop into your head. And this isn't a diary, it's a journal. Diaries are for children, journals are for men. Or grown up women I suppose, but hell if I even know if they exist anymore!
On a different note, this journal will be smaller than the rest. Why? Because today my mission was to gather my old stuff from my house. I made it to my house, and realized there wasn't much to do. I gathered probably one or two things and then I was off. Although there is something to be said about the "gathering."
While I was at my house, I found two backpacks there. Then I got an idea. Using a combination of my hooves and mouth I used scissors to cut off the straps that connect the part that goes over your shoulder to the actual pack part. Then I took the parts that go over your shoulder — I'll call that the "back strap," — and connected them with their corresponding strap on the other backpack. It's a jerry rigged saddle pack. I think that's what they're called, anyway. I made my way back to the grocery store.
Now, something interesting happened. On my way back, I passed near that hill — the one with the car crash. I was something like two streets down when I noticed a dented box in the middle of the street. When I went over to it, I noticed it had a word etched into it: "help." There's a survivor out there, and whoever he/she is needs my help.
It was scratched out in a very desperate manor, so I'm changing my schedule. Tomorrow I look for survivors. Whoever it was is in danger, and I have the means to help. I have only need to find them.
Once I got back home... no, not home. It isn't a home, it's a base. When I reached base, I decided to spend the rest of my time studying magic, and wouldn't you know it: a breakthrough! How was it that I managed to do magic the first two days, and never again? Well, nonetheless I did something. Sort of.
I am starting to find the happy medium of certain aspects. Or rather, I'm getting closer. It's almost like... like trying to find a radio station on a dial radio. That's a bad analogy, but I'm going with it. You keep going one way and the static begins to clear more and more until finally the voices on the other end are clear. I've been starting to clear the static as it were. Mostly when it comes to "meditated state" vs. "full focus." I'm quickly realizing that I hardly need to meditate at all. Though I do seem to need some degree of calmness to work magic. I can kind of feel more magic flowing through me as I get closer. It's very hard to describe. I think the radio analogy is ok.
So no magic was made today, but I've started learning some stuff. With this discovery, I should be able to make rapid progress towards being able to use magic. I'm so excited for when that day comes!
Uh, sorry.
On another unrelated note, I really have to figure out how I should use the bathroom. It seems that I don't need to go to the restroom as much as I did when I was human, though that could be due to my lack of nutritious meals, but I should still figure something out for when I do.
Excuse me while I do my announcement.
"Dear Dallas, Texas,
"I know there's one of you out there, and you need my help. If you can hear this leave a message at the same place where that box was, or wait there for me. I'll show up some time tomorrow.
"I'm here to help you.
"Best Wishes,
"Leon."