Isengar and I are going for a dip in Bywater Pond. We're both standing here on the edge of the water ( Read more... )

I was looking forward to returning home to Back End. But things aren't what I expected now that I have arrived.

Some hobbits have disappeared, others have turned into animals.

*sighs* I guess that's par for the course in the MESPT around here ( Read more... )

The golf season's over.

*drop heavy bag of clubs onto floor of bedroom*

56 weeks is waaaaay too long for a golf season. 56? Yes, 56. Or is that 56 tournaments? It doesn't matter. I'm done.

*flops onto bed, nods off into a deep sleep*

I'm outside admiring the flowers. These are too beautiful to cut. I wonder if there are any others?

*wanders around Smial*

Hmmmm...I wonder who planted these? Best to leave them alone.

There's going to be a party here soon and this place is a mess! I've already filled up one trash bag with garbage. How did we let the field get into such a state? So much litter and trash.

Well, I better get to it.

*walks around picking up all the garbage*

Disgusting. I won't even touch that thing, even with gloves.

...What a beautiful day. The weather couldn't be any nicer. I came out here to practice my putting but I'd rather sit here and stare at the sky.

The putting can wait.

*stirs tea idly*

Isengar, let's try talking in MY journal. See if it's any better.

Today I'm taking my brand new bow out to the Party Field for a little shooting practice. Anyone is welcome to join me. Be warned--I've never shot a bow and arrow before. But I have good aim usually so this will be fun as long as I avoid the the Mayor's window .

Time to go to bed. I have plans to try out my new weapon in the morning.

But for now, I have other things on my mind. Like sleeping.

I think I'll stay here for a while. I'm due for a nice sulk. Will emerge later.

*climbs into bed, pulls pillow over head, cries*

(edit: Ok, I'm done acting like a spoilt bratty immature hobbit now.)

*dries eyes, thinks about what to do next*