[there is the sound of some hooves on a hard floor, pacing back and forth. the journal is open on the floor of a certain pony's suite ...]

But I had just left Canterlot! How in the world did I get back here! And for that matter, where are all my bags? And this isn't the suite that Princess Celestia so graciously provided for me …

[there's a few more sounds of hooves across the floor as she moves towards the window] And it's … snowing? What is going on here? I couldn't have slept that long … !

[she'll dash across the room to the closet, opening the doors with a bang]

… And none of these are mine, either! In fact, I wouldn't be caught dead in most of this! What sort of prank is this?? Rainbow Dash?? Hello?

[a very indignant, dainty huff and a stomp of the hoof goes here. help a pony out, paradisa?]