Connie's Journal

>After a good half hour of writing and scrapping progress, the earth mare gives up on trying to have a neat start to this.. project
>Deciding to just write as things come to her mind regardless of how sloppy the result ends up
>Taking hold of the quill the mare deftly drags it across the page
>'I've never written a journal before'
>'How do I even start one of these things?'
>'He said it was just like having a real conversation'
>'Not that I'm great at those either'
>'I guess I would start by introducing myself'
>'My name is Connie Amore, it's a play on 'Con Amore', which means something in some other language'
>'I kinda forgot since it never comes up'
>'I'd tell my friends but to do that I would need friends to tell'
>Connie's posture slowly flounders as she releases a sigh
>'Anyway, I'm in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns and I'll actually be graduating next week'
>'Even though I'm not a unicorn, I was still able to get in because of my music'
>'If I can say I'm proud of anything it would have to be my music'
>'I'm self taught and play during most of my free time'
>'...Or used to play at least'
>'It's not as fun when playing without an audience'
>'But that's enough about me, what about you?'
>'...I say that expecting some kind of response but it's just me here'
>'What do you know, it really is like my actual conversations...'