The Diaries of Arwen
June 7, 2980
2 days until the party. I made Lindl rig the stage so that when the guys are performing, a huge cage will drop down on them. Hee hee! I think I'll auction them off on e-bay. All except Aragorn of course. I'll make him my slave and use him to beat up Elladan and Elrohir. They dumped me in a pond yesterday.
June 8, 2980
Everyone has begun to arrive. Grandmother and grandfather came, looking solemn as usual. I spiked their drinks and they became as happy as larks. Grandmother was entertaining people in the banquet hall by dancing on the tables and singing show tunes, while grandfather was performing the can-can in front of a terrified audience. I think Daddy suspects me. I would never do anything, like spike peoples drinks, or put scorpions in their shoes, or dropping mice into the butter.
June 9, 2980
Legolas still has not arrived. I suppose he wants to be fashionably late. He shall be fashionably maimed, if he doesn't come soon. Daddy's coffee supply is running low and elves everywhere are having withdrawals and dropping asleep at the most inconvenient times. Everyone seems to have forgotten that little café down the road, owned by Saruman, where they read the most interesting poems and serve cappuccino.(sp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------ A/N: Contrary to some people's beliefs, I do love Aragorn. I think he's hot, but not as hot as Legolas and Haldir, of course. Elves rule! I can't wait to see the movie Hildago which the dude who plays Aragorn, Viggo Mortensen, is staring in. Go see it peoples!
As for the mouse dropping into the butter, my friend told me this story:
This lady went into a store to sell and buy butter. The guy asked why and she said, "Well, a little mouse dropped into it, but I got it right out, and I know it doesn't hurt anything but I still can't eat it." They guy nodded and went back into the storage, but her butter in a bowl and sold it back to her.
And the coffee thing. Our history teacher lets us have coffee in her class and the coffee ran out before one guy got some. In the next class, he fell asleep and even with the English teacher yelling he still wouldn't wake up. The loser.
June 7, 2980
2 days until the party. I made Lindl rig the stage so that when the guys are performing, a huge cage will drop down on them. Hee hee! I think I'll auction them off on e-bay. All except Aragorn of course. I'll make him my slave and use him to beat up Elladan and Elrohir. They dumped me in a pond yesterday.
June 8, 2980
Everyone has begun to arrive. Grandmother and grandfather came, looking solemn as usual. I spiked their drinks and they became as happy as larks. Grandmother was entertaining people in the banquet hall by dancing on the tables and singing show tunes, while grandfather was performing the can-can in front of a terrified audience. I think Daddy suspects me. I would never do anything, like spike peoples drinks, or put scorpions in their shoes, or dropping mice into the butter.
June 9, 2980
Legolas still has not arrived. I suppose he wants to be fashionably late. He shall be fashionably maimed, if he doesn't come soon. Daddy's coffee supply is running low and elves everywhere are having withdrawals and dropping asleep at the most inconvenient times. Everyone seems to have forgotten that little café down the road, owned by Saruman, where they read the most interesting poems and serve cappuccino.(sp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------ A/N: Contrary to some people's beliefs, I do love Aragorn. I think he's hot, but not as hot as Legolas and Haldir, of course. Elves rule! I can't wait to see the movie Hildago which the dude who plays Aragorn, Viggo Mortensen, is staring in. Go see it peoples!
As for the mouse dropping into the butter, my friend told me this story:
This lady went into a store to sell and buy butter. The guy asked why and she said, "Well, a little mouse dropped into it, but I got it right out, and I know it doesn't hurt anything but I still can't eat it." They guy nodded and went back into the storage, but her butter in a bowl and sold it back to her.
And the coffee thing. Our history teacher lets us have coffee in her class and the coffee ran out before one guy got some. In the next class, he fell asleep and even with the English teacher yelling he still wouldn't wake up. The loser.