Diary Entry #1:

So…..I am defiantly not in Kansas anymore—not that I'm from Kansa. I'm actually from Portland, Oregon. So let me start again.

I am definitely not in Portland, Oregon anymore.

It just doesn't sound the same. Point is, I am not home. Im am not anywhere near my home, in fact, I am not even in the same universe anymore.

I am in Middle Earth.

Jeez, that sounds nerdy just typing it out.

I guess I should back up a bit. Maybe to the very beginning of my journey, because it really would make any other sense otherwise.

I was walking home and I fell through a porthole.

Now I sound even nerdier. But it's true! I dont even know how to describe it. One second I was walking home from my job and then BOOM! I was falling through time and space and suddenly I landed in some fella's garden. He yelled at my for ten whole minutes about how I squished his perfect tomatoes. As he was yelling, I realized than this man—this person—-was not human. He was waaayyyy too short and he had pointed ears. I interrupted his yelling to ask where I was, and he said "Hobbiton".

And that's when I realized that I had been Mary-sued into Middle Earth.

Anyway, after this little hobbit guy stopped yelling at me, he turned out to be pretty nice. He said his name was Bilbo Baggins.

Now, I have seen the movies and I read the books in highschool but Ive never really been into Lord of the Rings. I dated a guy once who was really into it, but then I had to call the whole relationship off when he wanted me to role play as Legolas.

Bilbo Baggins invited me to stay with him until I figure things out. I guess he felt bad for yelling so much. I have a huge tomatoes stain on my butt now. He said he would wash it for me, but I don't trust middle earth technology. They don't even have electricity! Im just glad I decided to bring my solar powered charger to work with me the day I fell through the porthole, at least I'll still be able to type on this tablet (It's a Samsung Galaxy Tablet).

So, that's my story. I guess I might as well introduce myself now, just for the sake of remembering who I am just in case my memory disappears and I have no idea who I am.

My name is Annie.

No, not like the musical. The sun will NOT come out tomorrow for you if you mention anything about it. Ever.

I am 24 years old.

I live alone in a studio apartment in Portland that's on top of a candle store—you know the one…Bath and Body Shop? I think that's what it's called. It always makes my place smell great, plus I can steal candles whenever I want.

Just kidding.

Kind of.

I am a preschool teacher slash neighborhood tutor slash Queen Elsa impersonator (for little kids parties…)

I also run an organization/teaching/crafting blog.

It's pretty cool.

Or it was pretty cool, until I got stuck here. I don't even know where to start to start looking for help. Unfortunately for me I did not have the books on this samsung when I fell, and there obviously is no internet here.

My first initial thought was to go look for Dumbledore.

I asked Bilbo Baggins if he knew where I could find Dumbledore, and he just shrugged and said he never heard of him. He told me if I was looking for a wizard, I should go find one named Gandalf. Who ever the hell that is.

Apparently Dumbledore and Gandalf are two different wizards. Who knew?

Ahhh I am at 9%….moon beams are not as strong, I guess.

Goodnight!

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