Monday, December 1st, on my bed

As the non-demonial winter dance fast approaches, I, Mia Thermopolis, am very supprisingly without a date. Yes, an highly unusual occurrence I assure you. No, more like, i have a would-be date you see, if he actually dared show his face to me!

My secret admirer could be :
A) Ronnie's niece Alana whom recently converted to nephew Alan (please, for the love of god no)
B) Boris, as an attempt to make Lily jealous, thus making her appreciate him more( ha ha )
C) Josh Richter( try try again right?)
D) Micheal Moscovitz( please please please)

Things to do :
Feed Cat
Buy Toilet Paper
Lemon Pledge My Room
Figure Out Identity Of My Secret Admirer

Tuesday, December 2nd, Algebra

Algebra song, to the tune of three blind mice
Oh mr. G, Oh mr.G,
Can you see how boooored we are
With your hoooorible leeeeson plan?
We add and devide and multiply
Without a point, without a point

Oh wait, you can't see how how bored we are since you eloped with my mom!

Tuesday, still December 2nd, but G&T now

Oh no, the unthinkable has happened. Lily and Boris broke up! How come no one tells me these things? Well, since Lily won't say a word and just looks out the window, gossip has it that she caught Boris flirting with a sophomore piano virtuoso. Boris you sly dog! Well, Lily witnessed this tender, loving exchange of homework and now, she refuses to hear him out. I was about to pry some more info out of Lily but i chose that exact moment to look up and stare in Micheal's hazel eyes. He was staring at me! He turned red and quickly turned away. I spent the rest of the period demurely craning my neck hoping that he would look at me again. No such luck.