Chapter 1: Hi, My Name Is…
"Girls rule, boys drool." "It's a girl's world, boys just live in it." "Girl power!" "You go girl." "Where's all my soul sisters, lemme hear y'all flow sisters. Hey sister, go sister, flow sister, soul sister…"
Hi, I'm Fi, and those mindless ramblings above were taken from Annie's goofy little fashion magazines. Except for the last one. What can I say, I like that song!! Anyways, it made me think about women's lib and all that sort of thing. I mean, quotes like the ones I've just mentioned aren't meant to be taken seriously. They stick them on glittery T-shirts, for gosh sakes! But then I started thinking, what if there are females out there who take this stuff seriously? What then?
Yeah, you're probably right, I am suffering from an Annie-induced headache, but what can I do? She's not an evil type of girl, she's just…perky. Mind-numbingly perky.
Actually, you may be wondering what I'm doing here in the first place. For those of you out there who keep tabs on my life, you know that I went to Seattle for the school year, and I know, according to your calculations, that the school year's not over yet. So let me fill you in on what happened. I was living my life like any normal teenage girl; shopping, sleeping, avoiding homework and chores, that sort of thing. It was kind of fun at first, but then I started sleeping more, avoiding my new friends, and using the Internet every spare chance I got. It was then that Aunt Melinda called Mom. Apparently I showed signs of depression. I was like, "No shit, Sherlock," and then the powers that be (namely Mom and Melinda) decided it would be better for everyone if I went back on the road. So I came back, and of course we can't kick Annie out (well, we could, but there's that whole lawsuit thing we'd have to deal with) because her parents are in freakin' Pakistan. Who voluntarily goes to Pakistan!!!??? I don't know, but they're related to Annie, so go figure.
Hold on. Before you bite my head off about being less-than-kind to Annie, let me set the record straight. I'm psyched that Annie's here. I mean, come on, can you actually picture me sharing my troubles with Clu, especially around "that time of the month"? It might go something like this:
"Hey, Fi, you look bummed out, what's wrong?"
"Oh thank God it's you Clu, finally I have someone to talk to!! You wouldn't believe the cramps I've been having! Clu? Clu? Where'd you go?"
See what I mean?
"Girls rule, boys drool." "It's a girl's world, boys just live in it." "Girl power!" "You go girl." "Where's all my soul sisters, lemme hear y'all flow sisters. Hey sister, go sister, flow sister, soul sister…"
Hi, I'm Fi, and those mindless ramblings above were taken from Annie's goofy little fashion magazines. Except for the last one. What can I say, I like that song!! Anyways, it made me think about women's lib and all that sort of thing. I mean, quotes like the ones I've just mentioned aren't meant to be taken seriously. They stick them on glittery T-shirts, for gosh sakes! But then I started thinking, what if there are females out there who take this stuff seriously? What then?
Yeah, you're probably right, I am suffering from an Annie-induced headache, but what can I do? She's not an evil type of girl, she's just…perky. Mind-numbingly perky.
Actually, you may be wondering what I'm doing here in the first place. For those of you out there who keep tabs on my life, you know that I went to Seattle for the school year, and I know, according to your calculations, that the school year's not over yet. So let me fill you in on what happened. I was living my life like any normal teenage girl; shopping, sleeping, avoiding homework and chores, that sort of thing. It was kind of fun at first, but then I started sleeping more, avoiding my new friends, and using the Internet every spare chance I got. It was then that Aunt Melinda called Mom. Apparently I showed signs of depression. I was like, "No shit, Sherlock," and then the powers that be (namely Mom and Melinda) decided it would be better for everyone if I went back on the road. So I came back, and of course we can't kick Annie out (well, we could, but there's that whole lawsuit thing we'd have to deal with) because her parents are in freakin' Pakistan. Who voluntarily goes to Pakistan!!!??? I don't know, but they're related to Annie, so go figure.
Hold on. Before you bite my head off about being less-than-kind to Annie, let me set the record straight. I'm psyched that Annie's here. I mean, come on, can you actually picture me sharing my troubles with Clu, especially around "that time of the month"? It might go something like this:
"Hey, Fi, you look bummed out, what's wrong?"
"Oh thank God it's you Clu, finally I have someone to talk to!! You wouldn't believe the cramps I've been having! Clu? Clu? Where'd you go?"
See what I mean?