A/N: Whew! Sorry that took so long! I got grounded from the computer for a week because… well that's none of your business. And then I thought that my parents had blocked Fan but there was just something wrong with our network. So the point is I took longer than I should have with this chapter.

I feel even worse because 2 weeks ago I gave the story back to Brynna not expecting to see it back for a while. But then at lunch, she handed me the folder (we keep the story in a purple folder because we think that if Obi Wan had a diary, it would be purple with little flowers on it. Shut up! That's not weird! Where was I again? Right. Lunch.) with her completed chapter in it! I was so proud of her! And then I wait until now to post it.

Ok, at this point I'm just ranting. Here's the chapter, hope you like it, blah blah blah.

Thank you Anakin's Love Slave, Amy aka Zoul Jiin (Hi Master Zoul!!), padmedelacour, and rockyrelay for reviewing!

MTFBWY!

Master Evenstar

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Brynna's Chapter

Dear Diary,

I hate doing dishes. Especially on my birthday. I don't care if his intentions were good. I HATE DOING DISHES!!!!!

So, as I said before, today is my birthday. And since the Council was "generous" enough to give me a present (they gave me a fruitcake. At least this one had little cranberries in it instead of prunes. That wasn't funny last year, Master Windu!), the Thing decided to make me some birthday cookies.

While I was upstairs looking up Anne Marie's comlink number in the phone book (I just recently found out that she lives in the outskirts of Corascaunt:-D) I heard pots and pans banging around. I ran downstairs and found the Creature sitting on the kitchen floor. He was covered in flour and had cookie dough all over his face.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" I yelled.

"Maggin you a coogie," he mumbled. His mouth was full of cookie dough.

"It looks more like you made yourself cookie dough," I told him. I tried to conceal my anger at him for dirtying my pots and pans and the entire kitchen for that matter, but failed.

"No. I mud you a coogie," he insisted. He swallowed, then took another handful of cookie dough.

"Ok. Where is it then," I asked.

"In duh offen." I looked in the oven. All I saw was a big brown blob in the middle of a cookie sheet. "I figured you wouldn't want all duh coogies so I ony mud you one."

"Gee, thanks," I said. Then I made him clean the flour off the kitchen floor. I also asked him to do the dishes, but it turns out he doesn't know how.

"Just because I used to be a slave, doesn't mean I'm an expert on cleaning!" he replied angrily. "We didn't have dishes where I lived!"

So I was stuck doing all the dishes and he sat on the floor eating cookie dough.

"Do you still want your coogie?" he asked.

"No thanks," I said. He ate it too. I hate my life.

Obi Wan Kenobi