Day One-12:12
Yavin 4; Dorm 1-12B
As a matter of fact, yes, I had to carry my own bags. I can't believe these people! Well, its not like my bags were that heavy, I only got to bring 'necessities' but still. That is not the point! I am a princess!
So anyways, I had to carry all my luggage off the ship as I am greeted by an assortment of other Jedi wannabes and their master. Not one offered to help, and instead just stood there smiling at me. Talk about a welcome party. I doubt they even recognized me. Not that its their fault completely. Other then being totally cut off from "real life," I didn't look very princess-like in those blasted Jedi robes. I am sure it didn't do a thing for my complexion.
And want to know what else sucks? I get my room arrangements and not only do I find out I am living in a drafty ruin of a temple, I have room mates! ROOMATES?! I have never had to share a bedroom in my conscious life, and now I am stuck sharing space with [b]2[/b] people. I guess they are nice enough. for 'normal people.' One is a blond human girl from Corellia named Raonie and a wookiee named Charnaalle or something like that. Roanie apparently understands what the thing says, but who knows? She can totally be full of BS. I sure as hell don't get what the carpet is saying. And if that wookiee grunts in its sleep, I am so screaming.
To top it off, my bed is tiny, with a well worn mattress on a rickety frame. The laborers of Ralltiir probably slept better then this! Then again, I never been in the planet slums, so who knows. The quilt my nurse made for me when I was 10 could be folded twice and still be too big of the bed frame. And I am sure its going to get dirty in this dusty room. Someone should at least sweep the floors in here.
After laying out my blanket and pulling out my down pillow, I started unpacking the rest of my bags. Its so depressing-Just a another horrid brown robe and some equaling unappealing cream pants and shirts. At least I managed to also pack the latest volume of Ralltiir history-I am mentioned twice, incase anyone dares question my political position.
Raonie and Chan-whatever kept trying to get me to talk as I was obviously busy unpacking. Apparently new people don't come all to often and I am the latest and greatest. And they are so ignorant about me! When I told them I was Avaline Settlewind, they just nodded and that it was a nice name. Well, at least Roanie did-the bear thing just grunted. But for Force's sake! How can anyone not know of the house of Settlewind of Ralltiir? How many morons are on this planet? And what are they doing becoming Jedi?!
As a matter of fact, yes, I had to carry my own bags. I can't believe these people! Well, its not like my bags were that heavy, I only got to bring 'necessities' but still. That is not the point! I am a princess!
So anyways, I had to carry all my luggage off the ship as I am greeted by an assortment of other Jedi wannabes and their master. Not one offered to help, and instead just stood there smiling at me. Talk about a welcome party. I doubt they even recognized me. Not that its their fault completely. Other then being totally cut off from "real life," I didn't look very princess-like in those blasted Jedi robes. I am sure it didn't do a thing for my complexion.
And want to know what else sucks? I get my room arrangements and not only do I find out I am living in a drafty ruin of a temple, I have room mates! ROOMATES?! I have never had to share a bedroom in my conscious life, and now I am stuck sharing space with [b]2[/b] people. I guess they are nice enough. for 'normal people.' One is a blond human girl from Corellia named Raonie and a wookiee named Charnaalle or something like that. Roanie apparently understands what the thing says, but who knows? She can totally be full of BS. I sure as hell don't get what the carpet is saying. And if that wookiee grunts in its sleep, I am so screaming.
To top it off, my bed is tiny, with a well worn mattress on a rickety frame. The laborers of Ralltiir probably slept better then this! Then again, I never been in the planet slums, so who knows. The quilt my nurse made for me when I was 10 could be folded twice and still be too big of the bed frame. And I am sure its going to get dirty in this dusty room. Someone should at least sweep the floors in here.
After laying out my blanket and pulling out my down pillow, I started unpacking the rest of my bags. Its so depressing-Just a another horrid brown robe and some equaling unappealing cream pants and shirts. At least I managed to also pack the latest volume of Ralltiir history-I am mentioned twice, incase anyone dares question my political position.
Raonie and Chan-whatever kept trying to get me to talk as I was obviously busy unpacking. Apparently new people don't come all to often and I am the latest and greatest. And they are so ignorant about me! When I told them I was Avaline Settlewind, they just nodded and that it was a nice name. Well, at least Roanie did-the bear thing just grunted. But for Force's sake! How can anyone not know of the house of Settlewind of Ralltiir? How many morons are on this planet? And what are they doing becoming Jedi?!