Trip to Princeton...|
Princeton was a lot of fun. I don't know what didn't Emma like it there. I didn't get to see much, but what I saw was really cool. It started when the storm hit Princeton. The storm was very very strong and mighty and you could see the majesty of Manwe in every breath of it. Emma talked to me online and invited me to run with her in the storm. I agreed and in that moment the storm picked me up, spun me around and left me off on Emma's table, about quarter of an inch tall. She threw me into her pocket and set off. She then toasted a set of keys into her pocket, but I dodged them. They proved to be useful - they were the heavy thing that I held on to stay in the pocket. We ran outside and it was very fun - the wind was nearly knocking Emma off her feet and made me feel like I was inside a tumble dryer. It got even more fun when Emma jumped (read: fell) onto the grass and rolled around. I got nearly squished then, but I held onto the silvery key and that saved me. Then, as if I wasn't soaked enough, she ran into some parking lot that had a huge puddle in the middle and she dived right in! Then, as she slit through the water, I yelled "NIGHTFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!" at the top of my lungs. I, of course, sang in the Emma-voice, so all those who weren't looking closely enough thought it was her yelling. It wasn't. And then, oh!!! Guess what? Super hot American Boy appeared nearby. I, naturally, grabbed the keys and toasted them at him. Hit him too. He (silly man) thought that Emma was assaulting him. :) So I yelled at him in Emma voice with a Russian accent - "Give me your shirt, I am soaked". He was also soaked, but he gave up the shirt. Emma wanted me to yell "I love you", but I don't like lying and could tell him that I loved him, because I really don't. He is cute and all, but not my style. Closer to the end Emma's jacket got attacked by the ghostlord. He came out of the thin air and made it into thick air. He was hungry and he wanted to eat the jacket, but I didn't like his plan because I was in the jacket. So I took my key and fought the ghostlord to his ultimate defeat. It was quiet a fight, but he had no chance against the wrath of Emma's silver key. After some more fun, Emma took me back to her room and put me on the windowstill. I sat there for a bit, enjoying the view, but then I had to go back, so I pressed my face to the glass and whispered to the wind outside. The wind picked me up and before I knew it, or more precisly when one could say "Semi-holy purple polka dotted highlander Celtic cow" I was back. Now I wrote this up and I will study for my Swedish test in a few hours. Good luck to me!
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Bi-2 - Procshai Berlin (russianrock.com)