[[CANTERLOT HIGH, 8:30A.M.]] *I would've been mindlesslytapping my pen against my notebook with no care at all for my surroundings..I mean, I AM supposed to be finishing this stupid essay, but all I can think about is ..well, Trixie Lulamoon's relentless need to shove herself into everything. Like today, for example—she’s been on my case all day about getting her picture in the yearbook. As if she’s some kind of Canterlot High icon. The way she went on about it, you’d think she was single-handedly responsible for like, EVERY school event that’s ever happened. "The Great and Powerful Trixie deserves recognition!" ...Like seriously?? I sighed, rubbing my temples. It’s not even that I hate her—she’s just so... Trixie. Narcissistic, vain, egotistical, aaandd overly theatrical. And now, BECAUSE she couldn’t stop talking about the yearbook of all things, I’m sitting here, completely distracted, essay-free. "Uuuughhhh, I swear I don't have the mental capacity to DEAL with this crap todaayyy.."