Hey y'all,
sorry this took so long, been working on my own stuff for a change.
Anyway, I hope I haven't lost all the readers yet, here's the new chapter! Hope you'll like it and please REVIEW!
xx, W.
Ddisclaimer - of course nothing belongs to me. JP wouldn't exist if it did. And Rene would be way cooler.
Monday, March 31, loft, 4 am
There's a fly in my room and apparently buzzing around my ear is a way better past time activity than sitting on the top of the closet in silence. At four in the morning. As if I don't have enough of my own problems already – sleep deprivation is certainly not something I would like to add to the list.
Where are my earplugs? I know I have them, I bought them after Grandmere's snoring kept me awake throughout the night. Who'd figure Grandmere would actually do something nice for me.
Monday, March 31, loft, 4:15 am
Apparently I am too dumb to use the earplugs efficiently. I have them in and I followed the instruction pictures on the package, but I can still hear it! Looks like there are worse sounds than Nicki Minaj songs.
I guess I have no choice but to kill it.
Oh, my god. I am supposed to LOVE animals. I opened a cat shelter in Genovia. And now I am off to kill one? I know it is just a fly, but still. I am such a hypocrite.
Monday, March 31, loft, 4:30 am
Why do Judith Gershners of the world CLONE these things? What is keeping them from realizing the world would actually be a better place without flies and mosquitoes and FRUIT FLIES buzzing around? I know an extinction of one animal species can destroy an ecosystem, but how can flies possibly be of any use? HOW?
Besides keeping the princesses whose boyfriends are coming home after MORE THAN A YEAR, increasing the statistical probability for them to wake up with a terrible skin, I mean?
Monday, March 31, loft, 4:40 am
Why am I even thinking about Judith Gershner?
And where is this damn fly? It disappeared the moment I got up, armed with an old issue of Sixteen magazine (what use is it now? I mean, I already have a boyfriend?) since I am not entirely sure whether we even have a flyswatter and I am certainly too tired to go look for it now.
Monday, March 31, loft, 7 am
Argh, I feel terrible. I look terrible. I was up half the night waiting for that fly to make a reappearance again, only to have it mysteriously disappear. I finally managed to go back to sleep at about six, but thirty minutes of sleep can only do so much.
On the positive note, Michael is coming home TOMORROW. AND THERE ARE NO ZITS ON MY FACE.
Take that, the fly population of New York City.
Monday, March 31, Trigonometry
Imagine my surprise when I got into the limo this morning and René was the one who passed me my morning dose of hot chocolate with whipped cream.
"What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, surprised to see him awake before noon.
"So, I take it you haven't seen it yet?" he made me wonder just what he had for breakfast, because him being conscious before eleven just couldn't be a natural product.
"Saw what?"
And he passed me the newspaper and guess who was the cover story?
The Dowager Princess of Genovia, of course.
She is totally gonna get herself killed, I am telling you. The media is CRAZY about her love affair with Frederik. They LIKE the idea of the two of them being together.
Doesn't anyone besides me realize this cannot mean anything good for Arne, who is a pathological stalker, most likely unable to deal with somebody else taking his trophy?
THINGS TO DO:
1. GET SOME SLEEP BEFORE TOMORROW!
2. Talk to Drs. Moscovitz regarding Arne. They have experience with this kind of thing, their own daughter had a stalker a few years back.
3. Find a way to convince Grandmere to let Sebastiano create that dress for that stupid embassy thing this week (when exactly is it? Find out without Grandmere finding out you have no idea!).
4. Think of a decent birthday present for Pierre – I can't take any chances, I need him for my wedding.
5. Buy food for Louie.
6. Exfoliate!
7. Get…
Wait, what is going on?
Monday, March 31, Psychology
Great.
We had a pop quiz in Trigonometry.
And I totally flunked it. We of course haven't gotten the results back yet, but I JUST KNOW I FLUNKED IT.
I just hope the professor won't correct it by tomorrow already and hinted at Mr G about how awful my Trig knowledge is. Then I know I can kiss my evening with Michael goodbye.
Why can't this world have some compassion for me? My boyfriend is coming home tomorrow.
Monday, March 31, Princess Lessons
Waiting for Grandmere. No one knows where she is. Again. Isn't this a breach of security of some kind?
René isn't here either. I guess he is catching up on that sleep he missed in the morning.
What is with this internet connection, by the way? It is totally not working.
I am screaming here in blind rage
What's the point of technology
If it never works?
.
How am I supposed to maintain my intellectual levels
If bad signal keeps putting me down?
I am getting mixed signals here.
.
I went through so much trouble installing it
This is just another proof
Bureaucracy only exists so that hair dye hides the grey
.
Indeed everything is connected
Every system is parasite to another
Average Jane can never ever win.
Monday, March 31, Princess Lessons
She's finally here, an hour late. She brought a new aspiring fashion designer with her. I guess this is her way of trying to stop me from telling her about the potential dangers she is exposed to now when she is teasing Arne.
It won't work.
Monday, March 31, on my way home from Princess Lessons
I can't believe she -
I can't believe this is actually happening. AND NO, I DO NOT CARE about Theresa the aspiring designer from Chile creations! Even though she isn't using real fur and her dresses are kind of nice – who am I kidding, they are beautiful – and she actually understands the lack of proteins in my chest area and I know hew Spanish accent is totally fake. I know, I watch television!
Seriously. If Arne doesn't kill her, I will.
How could she possibly do this to me? And I know she did it on purpose. I am aware of the misluck I have been having throughout my life, but this was thoughtfully planned. I know it was and nobody will convince me otherwise.
I was determined not to let Theresa distract me from what was important.
"Grandmere, we need to talk about Frederik and Arne!" I exclaimed as Theresa was dressing the super tall, rather skinny and breast-less model that looked remarkably much like me.
"We do not need to discuss anything, but the dresses presented to us," Grandmere completely dismissed me. Because, you know, she can totally poke her nose into my love life, but I have to be quiet about hers. All she needs me for is mending her broken heart. I was there in January when she was getting over Arne – and I had to learn the family tree of Swedish Royal family. Why, I still have no idea.
"Ok, why are you stressing the dresses so much? It is not like the embassy day is tomorrow or anything – we'll deal with this the day before, so now we can focus on…"
Rommel shrieked as her gigantic ring kept hitting him as she was petting him - or maybe it was the second-hand smoke of the Gitanes she was just smoking, despite her doctors' warnings. I know my blood froze as she looked at me with her piercing, eyeliner-tattooed eyes.
"The day before the embassy thing? Amelia, what are you talking about? Of course the day at the embassy is tomorrow," she said in the most innocent voice.
"Tomorrow?" I laughed. "Of course it is not tomorrow, tomorrow Michael's coming home."
"I don't know when your paramour is coming home, but the embassy day is certainly tomorrow, April the first. I have been telling you this for a whole month now. Paolo is coming to do your hair and makeup as well."
For a moment I actually thought she was serious. Until, you know, I figured tomorrow was April Fools' Day. And so I started laughing and I laughed so hard the tears of relief flooded my eyes.
"Oh, you got me so good," I kept repeating as she was looking at me with a mixture of shock and surprise, since, you know, princesses do not laugh in a ROFL/crying fashion and she had no idea what April Fools' Day was (I know she is extraterrestrial and all, but how can a person not know what April Fools' Day is? Seriously, ok, I understand she didn't know what prom is, but come on!).
And then I realized she seriously didn't know what April Fools' Day was.
And she was serious.
"NO!" I screamed. "I can't come tomorrow!"
"Like I said, Amelia, I do not care when your paramour is coming home, tomorrow you are absolutely and without an exception attending the Embassy Event."
And she doesn't even understand what the big deal is! I know Genovia is important, I know the elections are important and I understand why this embassy event is so important. I would love to come on any other day but tomorrow! I mean, I saw the schedule! I have to be there right after school and I won't get to leave till at least midnight! AND MICHAEL'S PLANE IS LANDING AT FOUR! THERE IS NO WAY I CAN SNEAK OUT OF THE EMBASSY TO GO GREET HIM AT THE AIRPORT!
Maybe this is karma and I was Hitler in my previous life. Otherwise, I do not what I have done to deserve this. I am a good person!
I mean –
LIST OF REASONS WHY MIA THERMOPOLIS IS A GOOD PERSON –
1. I donate to Greenpeace EVERY day.
2. I opened a cat shelter in Genovia.
3. Every paper I had to do in school was/is about global warming.
4. I am totally pro artificial Christmas trees.
5. I am still financially supporting Johanna.
6. I totally sold that real fur bag Tante Jean Marie got me for Christmas – ok, last two begs for last two Christmases – and gave money for cancer research.
7. I try to be kind to and support every person I meet.
8. I never told to Grandmere's face what I really think about her.
9. I am planning on giving all the money I get from Ransom My Heart to charity – if, of course, I ever gather the courage to send to publishers (hmmm … is this a sign that I should?)
Grandmere of course wasn't even a bit sympathetic. She kept going on and on about how she didn't care and how I would see Michael some other time and BLAH BLAH BLAH.
So of course I totally blew off the remaining dresses Theresa had planned on showing and just ran out of the suite, out of the Plaza and I might run straight home if Lars didn't catch me and pushed me into other limo.
What am I going to do? I am serious. What am I going to do?
Lars says I should call Michael and tell him. He says Michael will understand.
You see, my rationality is telling me the same thing, but – I mean, I wasn't there to tell him goodbye when he left for Japan because I had dumped him and accidently kissed JP in front of him. I wasn't there to greet him when he came to visit me in Genovia on account of his visit being a top secret/my running off to Spain and I wasn't even there when he went back to Japan because Grandmere's way of getting over Arne was attend royal functions and I think that while Michael's plane was taking off I was actually throwing up in the royal bathroom after trying to be a good granddaughter and eat the meat put in front of me (it was Pierre's day off). I mean, I have never been there and I have never experienced that romantic scene at the airport (of course Grandmere didn't let Michael come and kiss me goodbye when I was going to Genovia before the whole Japan thing happened)! And for a change I wanted to have that experience! Is this such a bad thing to want?
To Be Continued.
Broughttoyouby:::winter.
