I did write yesterday, I promise!

I just didn't get a chance to put it up until today. It's for an English assignment, the prompt was to write journal entries from Chewbacca's perspective. I don't really like the way it turned out, but... Eh. Here it is.

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I just don't understand Han. The kid, Luke, comes up with all these crazy ideas and he just goes along with it. How come he never goes along with my ideas? But nooo, for me he shouts “Go on in, you furry oaf!”, and he called me dainty! Of all the... I think he's having a mid-life crisis, that's what I think. I'd never say it to his face, but when he goes from charging at a whole platoon of Imperial Troopers, BY HIMSELF, to mooning over that crazy princess, flirting with her all the time. . . I've gotta say, he looks more and more like he's gone over the deep end these days.

Sure, we've done some pretty off-the-wall stuff in our time, but he's hardly ever stupid. Showing off for that stuck up little human all the time, as if her opinion matters. It's always been us against the world, me and him, no girls allowed, ever since he was a kid. I've looked out for him, and he's looked out for me, even if we don't always see eye to eye. Looking into a humans eyes is hard, I tell ya, when you have to bend just to keep from hitting the ceilings! But we've always stuck together, we've always been partners. . . Now I feel more like a big fuzzy sidekick. Hold on, we're about to land on some jungle planet. . .
Dear Diary,
Now this is more like the Han I know! Grabbing the dough and running off to spend it, saving his own hide. Maybe now we can finally get back to having fun, instead of saving obnoxious princesses and taking them wherever they want to go all the time. OK, maybe we only did that once, but it felt like forever! She actually hugged me, can you believe it? Like some kind of teddy bear. Blech.

We'll probably head to some bar and spend some of this lovely reward before paying off Jabba and finally moving on with our lives. I almost prefer that big slimy monster to that Leia. Walking around acting like she's so smart, taking charge just because we're not always sure exactly what to do, even calling Han names. . . Man, I'm glad we never have to see her again! Hold up, Han's telling me something. . .
Dear Diary,
Can you believe it?? Just when I thought the man had come to his senses, Han decided we'd better head back and help the pathetic Alliance fight the most powerful force in the universe. What did they ever do to us anyway? I remember that princess never thanking us for our trouble, shoving us into a trash compactor, leading us all over the galaxy like her private jet. . . As if that wouldn't turn us away, she actually asked us to help her little force take on Vader and his Death Star. Of course we said no. . .

But then Han gets this idea to swoop back in and save the day, like some sort of cowboy riding out of the sunset! And after he and I rescued all their rears again, we had to stand through that awful ceremony, with all the shouting and throwing things, and that stupid princess put some sort of torture device on my neck. And that dumb 'droid who thought he was so much smarter than me was there again! Smirking it me just because I didn't memorize the handbook for that game. . . Bah. I'm gonna go spend some of that reward, long as we're somewhere with shops, not off rescuing people who don't deserve it.



That's all, folks! What do you think?