5 February, Moscovitz Bathroom, 9 PM.
A Diary.
Thats right, A DIARY.
Who are they kidding? there are people DYING out there.
And what do they give me?
oh yes,
A DIARY.
Would you consider this normal?
"Oh Lilly, the Jungian Tree Of Self-Actualization is a long road, meanwhile you must come in touch with your inner self, let the flowers of your confidence bloom, let there grow a forest, breath, write..."
And then they fully screwed every little bit of (non existent, but still more than now) hope I had that not everyone with a diary would end up like POG;
Because then my mother put up this horrible, dreading phrase that I didnt like a single bit, "GET TO KNOW YOURSELF!"
.Um Right.
Because what do you even SAY when your mother says that? I just stared at her for a while, smiled and politely thanked her for the hideous pink fluff in my hand, and, just to avoid another infamous pshyco-analize of her`s, I crashed in the bathroom, the bathroom is a good place to think you know? anyway.
You are not going to BELIEVE what type of diary I got.
A fluffy, pink HEART diary, as if I am still 9 years old.
And um, HELLO, are a FEW BLANK TAPES soo much to ask for?
Didnt think soo.
Soo lets get something clear here, I am NOT using this "diary" as a actual screwy-love-oh-my-god-like-Lana-totally-kicked-me type of diary, its not a diary,
ITS A JOURNAL.
Look, a diary and a journal are two different things, while I sympathize with POG, and share a great respect and bonding with Anne Frank for keeping up a journal while everyone around here was dying from either corruption, lack of food/water/sleep or just because they couldnt keep on living in that hell, which you cant really blame them for.
Soo yeah, this is no diary, that much of my life is clear to me.
And I wont record my feelings in here, nor while I dig my head in like some freak like a certain princess I could name.
In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if I end up throwing this notebook on the road, just like I did with my Ken "superdiva" doll because I couldnt take his trousers off.
"You could put in your goals in life and water them with your attention and care!" is what Ruth kept saying,
Goals?GOALS?
Oh, here are some goals for you Ruth Moscovitz;
out why Boris prefers goody-two-shoed Tina over smart Lilly.
out if also Lana wears underwear that has pictures of her old time favourite series printed on it.
out if POG and Michael have gone further than I have, if that`s the case, she`s one dead princess.
"LastNight`" taken down for the sake of our messed up generation.
J.P on other places that are not his face or hand.
THERE are some goals FOR YOU Ruth.
Society is messed up, and SOMEONE needs to clear atleast a BIT of it, right? well I am that person, and I WILL take LastNightsParty down, sorry but, DO I CARE THAT YOU DONT WEAR UNDERWEAR? much less do I care how Josh Richer "taps dat ass".
Oh, and just incase, in lets say, 20 years I am a huge idol and everyone loves me and some lost sould finds this notebook buried 20 meters under the floor, I should humbly present myself, aside from being the smartest, most hated and hottest "geek" out there, and aside from being the person who will save this generation, I, am Lilly Moscovitz, sister of a idiot whom my best friend (who is a princess) is dating, owner of a optioned TV serie, girlfriend of no-one but John Abernty The Fifth, who, by the way, is producing his own broadway show and met every single one of Hollywood "In`s & Out`s", daugther of two Jungian Pshycologists, and simply, one hell of a friend to some.
I have a damned normal life alright.
A/N Right, first things first, this hardly has plot, and I will just be writing random little adventures Lilly lives in her hideous and awkward life in AEHS, I LOVE Princess Diaries, thats pretty much the only thing clear to me at the moment, oh well, please R&R.