Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!

I'm writing here for Benjamen today because it looks like he forgot his book when he left to go handle some important business. I can see he has been writing in here a lot, and I wouldn't want him to miss a day. I think he might be trying to break a record of how many days he can remember to write in here! Don't worry; I'll give you a hoof Benjy!

The story about how I got this notebook is really interesting because it's about the surprise party I was hosting today! For whom you might ask? Who else, silly! Benjamen of course. He's the new foal in town, and I want him to feel welcome around all of us pony folk. What better way to break the ice than with all of your new potential friends jumping out at you from behind furniture and shouting your name?

Benjamen did not get to stay very long for the party sadly. Actually, he barely stayed at all! As soon as we hopped out and shouted, "HUMAN BENJAMEN!" he dropped the stuff he was holding and ran out of the door. He must be really, really busy then. Maybe he's trying to find a house for himself? I heard that he has been having trouble finding places to stay at night. He even slept in a barn! Can you believe it? What an animal!

I am a little disappointed that he was not able to stick around for a bit longer, and also that we were not completely ready when he did show up. We were still putting up the piñata because it kept falling out of the rope. The candles on the cake were just being lit too! If only he had stayed for a little longer he would have seen everything we had set up for him. There was cake and ice cream and candy and colorful candles and balloons and games, and I even got some sweet tunes to play for us because we were going to have a dancing competition! I wanted to know how he moved with just two legs. I thought it might be fun to watch!

Oh, but I did get to see him! Benjamen is really pretty in his new clothing Rarity made for him just for the party: It's silver and dark green and beautiful. I never thought he would be pink like me! His mane is this light reddish-brown color though, but it looks really good. I think I'll try dying my mane that color to see if maybe I look like him too. Oh! I can do that as my next costume for a dress-up gathering! Or maybe Nightmare Night! He can go as me and me as him! It'll be great!

Benjamen, I hope you'll be reading this soon because I wanted to say it was a real treat meeting you today, and you should come back by Sugar Cube Corner again sometime so we can actually try talking to each other! I wrapped up a slice of cake for you so that you won't feel like you missed out too much, and I'll be sure to have the piñata up right this time.

Now Twilight's looking at me really funny. I think she might try to... NO... SHE'S TAKING THE BOOK... STOP TWILIGHT... I DIDN'T FINISH WRITING FOR BEN ABOUT ALL TH

This is Benjamen once again, since I feel I must clarify that my notebook is no longer in someone else's possession. As you may be able to tell, I had a bit of a faux pas early today that ended with me leaving my recordings in the hooves of a certain excitable individual. As much as I can appreciate the gesture of her trying to help me catalogue my journeys, I am still torn between feeling furious about the violation of my property and somewhat flattered from the kind things she wrote. I doubt I will take the time to search my feelings enough to find out and instead will dismiss it altogether. I have decided to leave the page she wrote in here for the reason that I wish to keep it as proof that these ponies do have a written language and speak/write in Uniform Basic as well.

I feel it necessary to explain why I fled earlier from the party that they had set up for me, as it makes me look like a coward if I simply ran away from horses just wanting to speak with me. Let me paint the image a bit more realistically for you.

I was already uncomfortable in the new clothes made for me because they had yet to be broken in. Also because they are so much more impressive than anything I've ever bothered to wear before. My usual fashion used to consist of hooded jackets and concealing baggy-legged pants most often, but now I am in what could be considered semi-formal attire. I feel I am just one step under wearing a tuxedo. I'm refusing to wear the silver tie she made me though; I will not parade around as if I'm going to a wedding or a ballroom occasion.

When Rarity had beckoned me into the building, the entry room was rather bright but peculiarly empty. We were the only two there. That is, of course, until I shut the door behind me and had to ask, "So why was I asked to be here?" That is when the problem started.

Not one, not two, not six, not ten, but dozens of ponies came bounding out from hiding and cover to begin shouting at me, and all I could hear were the words "Human!" and "Benjamen!". I panicked and tried to look around the room. I saw a few of the ponies holding torches, some others brandishing pointed silverware and blindfolds at me, and there was a rope that was hanging down secured from the ceiling with a noose swinging empty at the end.

They were going to lynch me!

There is a rather nasty dent left in the door of Sugar Cube Corner at this time from where I backpedaled and slammed against it before frantically throwing open the door and taking off in a full sprint from the mob of ponies. I heard a few call out for me to wait, but I was too frantic to even look back, and I was simply pushing to get myself into some form of hiding to regroup and consider my options.

I did fairly well and soon found myself once again in a forested thicket, in which I stuck close to the bundles of trees so that I could try to consider how I was going to get back in and retrieve my backpack. My first step would be waiting for nightfall to come, as it would be certain that they had a search party out to find me. I imagined that they were armed with pitchforks and more torches to hunt me with.

"Hey! Get back here, you!"

I like to believe that I am quite fast when I run, but I'm sadly not faster than she who claims to be the fastest in all of Equestria. When Rainbow Dash saw me cowered beneath the shade of a tree, I once again took off in a full sprint. It had only been a few hours at that time and was still far from nightfall. As I did not heed her command, it did not take long for the pegasus to collide with my back and try to throw me down to the ground. With my chest slammed to the dirt after that tackle, I was overwhelmed by the same feeling I had when I saw that woman, Daliah, in the warehouse back at the reclamation camp. The feeling that I could not recognize what I was doing crept back upon me and my body took to a course of action against my own better judgment.

I remember that when she took me down we tumbled for a bit, and I was able to stop myself by grabbing at the ground. Rainbow stopped nearby and leapt to pin me down after I had rolled onto my back to try and stand back up. Putting my boot on her stomach, I was able to shove her off of me and throw her back against a tree so that I could stand up, but that is when things escalated to problematic levels.

"Oh, I see how it is. You want a fight? Then you've got one!"

I had my fists balled and body crouched defensively as she picked herself back up as well and kicked some dirt off the ground to prepare a charge. I wish I could recall in more accurate detail how the following scuffle went, but it was such a frantic flurry of punches and kicks from us both that it all seems hazy and scrambled up until she outmaneuvered me. I made the unwise choice of trying to sweep-kick a creature that could fly. My arms were quickly wrenched up at the shoulder, pulled slightly behind me in full nelson, and my head was pressed into the ground with the cyan pony shoving her weight into my back so I could not stand up.

"What the hay is your problem!? You're running away from anypony that tries to talk to you! Why are you running?" she shouted at me as she pressed my head against the dirt more to try and hold me still.

"I'm not going to lie down and die! If you're gonna try to hang me, then I'm damn well going to put up a struggle!"

"What?" she screamed at me, easily holding me down as I continued to kick and flail futilely. "We're not going to hang you!"

"I saw the noose! The torches! The knives! I know what capital punishment looks like!"

"It's a party for you, stupid!"

I stopped kicking and fighting for a moment because of how idiotic that sounded to me -- probably just as much as it sounded to her when I said that they were trying to hang me. "Who throws a party for someone when they're hanging them? That's the most demented thing I've ever heard of."

"We're not- Ugh!" She groaned in frustration before finally taking the time to explain to me what had happened. I was told that the noose was actually supposed to be for suspending a paper mache effigy filled with candy. The torches were just sticks they were using to light the decorative candles, and the knives were there because they were preparing to cut the cake.

I once walked into a classroom and set next to my good friend Jeremy Prowler. Leaning over next to him, I made a joking remark about seeing him the night before at the movies with a Lufaen girl and whether or not they happen to lift their tails. It was a few moments (and a red mark across my face) later that I realized I had stepped into my homeroom class from the previous year and was not sitting next to Jeremy Prowler, but instead next to a Lufaen girl who was a sophomore. That memory does not even compare to how stupid I felt right then as I was lying on the ground with a blue winged horse holding me there, telling me that I had just mistaken a welcoming party for a lynching mob.

After such a display I went right back to the Carousel Boutique, cleaned myself up, and have not come out of this room since. Rarity has come knocking a few times to ask me if I am alright. I have most commonly responded with a bellow of frustration. Twilight was let in long enough to see me and return my journal. She also apologized to me for her friend's additions to it.

I know I cannot stay in this room forever, and that I will eventually need to step back out and show my face again after my scene today, but hopefully it will wait until tomorrow. I don't know if I have the composure yet to not turn from pink to cherry red after making myself look so stupid.

... My CCMI is now playing a sad theme by the name of "Hopeless", a piano quartet playing a depressing waltz. I honestly start to hate my life sometimes.