A/N: This story is the diary of Lana Weinberger, her secret crush on
Michael Moscovitz, her dream to be prom queen at age 14, and her love for
body glitter.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Seriously.
Wednesday, October 15th
My God.
You know, that freak, the Thermopolis(Her name totally fits- her hair LOOKS like a mop) girl? Mia? Her absolutely awful face is PLASTERED all OVER the New York Times! Why, you may ask?
She's a princess..
A PRINCESS. A princess! Ha! Like that absolutely hideous FREAK could, besides fitting into a BRA, be a princess.
I remember when I was, like, 7, I wanted to be a princess. I dressed up and everything and ordered Mother and Daddy to too. I made all my friends be my 'slaves' and clean up after messes I made. It was actually kinda fun.
So, you'd wonder why someone like me would end up being boring old Lana Weinberger, and her, HER, would end up as princess.
She could probably have her pick of any guys in school..
Like Josh. NO. Not Josh. Josh is mine. Or maybe the hot Moscovitz kid, you know, the guy with the pug-faced sister. No one knows I think he's hot.
But, anyway. She doesn't even LOOK like a princess. She's got absolutely HEINOUS dishwater blonde hair, as opposed to shining platinum, like yours truly. It kind of...sticks out. Like a triangle. Like that sign. She's gigantic, not in weight wise. The poor girl seems just to have skin and bones. Seriously. No curves at all. But she's 5"9. And completely flat chested. And she doesn't even TRY to dress to hide it. She just wears her uniform with the stupid orange cat hair all over it(One word, freak: Tape Roll. That's two words. But anyway.)
And she's a princess.
A princess. A PRINCESS...
Hanging out with a princess could make me even more popular than I am already. It could make me prom queen at age 14! My everlasting dream. With the LBD and body glitter, of course. But what a BRILLIANT idea. Hang out with the freak princess. Get my picture in the paper! And as everybody in this glorious city of New York City will see me on the Front Page of the New York Times. And...well, I'm actually not sure what else. More later about that!
But still...a princess. Mia Thermopolis....PRINCESS! I might just simply DIE from laughter.
A/N: NOW REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Seriously.
Wednesday, October 15th
My God.
You know, that freak, the Thermopolis(Her name totally fits- her hair LOOKS like a mop) girl? Mia? Her absolutely awful face is PLASTERED all OVER the New York Times! Why, you may ask?
She's a princess..
A PRINCESS. A princess! Ha! Like that absolutely hideous FREAK could, besides fitting into a BRA, be a princess.
I remember when I was, like, 7, I wanted to be a princess. I dressed up and everything and ordered Mother and Daddy to too. I made all my friends be my 'slaves' and clean up after messes I made. It was actually kinda fun.
So, you'd wonder why someone like me would end up being boring old Lana Weinberger, and her, HER, would end up as princess.
She could probably have her pick of any guys in school..
Like Josh. NO. Not Josh. Josh is mine. Or maybe the hot Moscovitz kid, you know, the guy with the pug-faced sister. No one knows I think he's hot.
But, anyway. She doesn't even LOOK like a princess. She's got absolutely HEINOUS dishwater blonde hair, as opposed to shining platinum, like yours truly. It kind of...sticks out. Like a triangle. Like that sign. She's gigantic, not in weight wise. The poor girl seems just to have skin and bones. Seriously. No curves at all. But she's 5"9. And completely flat chested. And she doesn't even TRY to dress to hide it. She just wears her uniform with the stupid orange cat hair all over it(One word, freak: Tape Roll. That's two words. But anyway.)
And she's a princess.
A princess. A PRINCESS...
Hanging out with a princess could make me even more popular than I am already. It could make me prom queen at age 14! My everlasting dream. With the LBD and body glitter, of course. But what a BRILLIANT idea. Hang out with the freak princess. Get my picture in the paper! And as everybody in this glorious city of New York City will see me on the Front Page of the New York Times. And...well, I'm actually not sure what else. More later about that!
But still...a princess. Mia Thermopolis....PRINCESS! I might just simply DIE from laughter.
A/N: NOW REVIEW!