|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Entries 337-42Entry 337:
The new year is here! I spent the night with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom in the clubhouse. Several of our other friends were over until the new year began. Big Mac and Applejack walked everypony else home. Over the rest of the night we found out that we aren't drummers (although I still think I did a pretty good job. Sweetie Belle couldn't understand what I was saying afterwards, though. Maybe I was too loud?)
It's been a pretty slow couple of weeks. Class starts again, soon. I'm kind of ready to go back, but I still wish I could spend more time with Featherweight, he's still having troubles dealing with his dad's relationship. He's handling it better, but he's still nervous about becoming second colt. I've told him so many times that he's ridiculous, but he's just, well, Featherweight.
I sat next to Featherweight during class on the first day back. I didn't want him to think that things would be different just because class has started again. He seems a bit, I don't know,
Anything Will Do"Got any change?"
She asks, as you pass, clenching wallet in a guarded stance--lest you have to give your poker night spares to a nearly starved woman.
"Got any change?"
She pleads, groveling to the masses, staring desperately to her dog, sole companion of the scot-free foreclosure market that stole her, and her only friend's, home.
"Got any change?"
She cries. "I'll work for whatever you can give."
Nobody will hire the woman who can't pay her bills post-layoff in the scot-free we-don't-need-you-anymore factory, whose robots work harder and complain less than mere mortals.
"Got any change?" She pleads, not asking for cash--demanding action.
"Is your life any better?"
She rises from her defeated pose--A vigor in her heart carrying her starved body to its frail feet.
"Change. Stand for good enough no more.
Since when is good enough good enough?
Since when is just fine fine at all?
Since when is just getting by acceptable?
I'm not the only one who needs change around here."
A Lot To Be Thankful ForI've come a long way in life.
Once upon a time I was little more than a child,
son to two loving parents,
a thing I am always thankful for,
even if it doesn't always show.
Since then, a small handful of amazing friends
show me that love can extend beyond blood
Friends who show me true kindness, loyalty and trust
A relatively new gift, in many ways,
but absolutely glorious, and something to cherish.
I'm happy to be born in a place where, even if it's dubious,
I do have freedoms, I do have rights, I can safely
walk out of my door, and not fear getting shot.
A place where medicine may not be free, but it actually exists.
I'm glad I have a fully functioning body, and fully capable mind.
I have the golden ticket. I have a stable family, health, mind, and home.
I have little in the big scope to complain about.
While these are the greatest gifts one can experience,
There is a lot in life to be thankful for.
I live in a place that has come a long way. It may not be perfect
But compared to twen
Of no embrace
Of no contact
Of no conversation
Of no escape.
Even in a crowded room.
Even surrounded by friends.
Even surrounded by family.
That missing feeling.
The longing for someone to be there--be yours.
Amidst empty hands come empty hearts.
Amidst empty hearts comes pain--not just for you
But those you're too blind to see care for you.
Five StagesWhen you're young, they tell you you can be anything. There is no "except" there is no "however" and there's kids who want to be ninjas and super heroes and it's beautiful. Alas, our life doesn't come with such a blank check on opportunity. There must come a day in every person's life where their wildest (and sometimes highly tame) dreams are dashed to pieces. It can be a long process, but it happens to most people in their lifetimes.
For me, it went like this: I wanted to be a computer engineer. I had a great deal of fascination with computers from a young age, and by seven, I decided my intended career path. It was stable, reliable, and paid well. It seemed interesting, and my work would be in the hands of thousands or millions of other people.
Then there was college. It took one semester to cope with the stages of grief. Denial, bargaining, anger, sorrow, and acceptance. I was in denial starting in late high school. I placed myself into a very demanding calculus class when I reached
Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 332-6Entry 332:
I never knew my holiday was going to be so much work! To the gallery to help, to the Community Center to visit Sweetie Belle, back to the gallery, jeeesh! Featherweight and I have checked in on the gallery a couple of times, but Shutter Speed said to go do other things now that Applejack is helping out. He also said Pinkie Pie would be getting snacks, so we didn't need to worry about that. We still decided we better check in, because if Pinkie Pie is there, we may need to help pick things up.
We went to the Community Center with Apple Bloom, Ocean Breeze, Pipsqueak, Twist, and Dinky. We all sat in the audience to cheer on Sweetie Belle. She's doing really well! She only fumbled a couple of times, and Pipsqueak said that they were lines that Center Stage changed, yesterday. I'd say she's going to be ready show night, with time to spare! She came down and hung out with us, and we went to Buttercup's Tea House for her break. I've never been here before, but Pipsqueak says it's
Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 327-31Entry 327:
All week after school, Sweetie Belle has to go to the theater and practice with the crew. They're working on lighting, timing, and other things. It's going to be a long couple of weeks for her, I bet. She's in good spirits, though. She has definitely become more comfortable, again. She even came outside for recess. We talked about our ideas for crusading. She said she can't wait to get back to getting her cutie mark.
Apple Bloom and I walked Sweetie Belle to the Carousel Boutique to drop off her stuff and then I meant to take her to the Community Center. I was happy to hear Rarity saying that her sister was doing "a simply marvelous job" as the narrator. Sweetie Belle was even with me when she said it. However, Rarity yanked me inside and started taking my measurements. I asked her what the big idea was and she said something about missing filly pegasus outfit, and that she needed it fast. I told Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom to go on without me.
After I got done being wrapp
Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 323-6Entry 323:
I asked Mom and Dad if I could invite Featherweight and Shutter Speed to our house for Hearth's Warming Day supper. They said they'd be happy to have him over. I have to think of a nice gift for him. I've been so busy thinking about Sweetie Belle's gift that I almost forgot! How embarrassing.
I met up with Featherweight and Pipsqueak at his house. Pipsqueak woke up when his dad left for market work. This is one of his dad's last two major work weeks. After this, the Hearth's Warming Day sales will have passed. Until then, he'll be working like crazy. A lot of ponies only open shops around the holidays, spending the rest of the year working on things (pillows, clothing, sculptures, etc. Stuff that takes a long time to make enough to sell at a marketplace.)
The three of us had a snowball fight. It was fun. I'm sure that Sweetie Belle would love to be here, but she still has practice. This weekend is her last dinner, the one we may all go to. They'll be doing a dress rehearsal
Keep in Touch!
Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More