*thinks to myself* I'm staring at this Elf falling to the ground. It reminds me of something...but what? It's like--what is that Elven phrase--deja vu? Yeah. Something like that.

Now what could it be? *stands on tree limb scratching his chin*

Arathorn and I are going to visit his father. I've missed Plastic Aragorn and all his friends. I think they're having a party Sunday night to watch the Academy Awards.

Ok, I'm outta here.

Okay so you won't be seeing lots of stuff in this journal. I just need an LJ to call my own. So like, yeah, now I have one.

Bring it on.