Hey everyone.
This is kind of a filler chapter, mainly for me to get back into Mia's head ...
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Love, w.
Tuesday, December 24, breakfast
I couldn't really write much yesterday since Dad took my diary away so that I would rest. Well, resting as much as you can rest when your crazy fashion designer cousin spends half the day by your side talking and planning new lines (just how many unfinished lines does he now have? Currently he wants to do one inspired by the seasons). When René sobered up, he too came. He apologized like crazy for letting me climb up the tree (I suspect Dad told him that he should say that. I think he actually found it quite funny. Well, it must have been fun, a princess wearing a long dress and high heels climbing up the tree …) and asked if there was anything he could do for me.
And there was. I borrowed his phone to call Michael (since I still cannot find my phone. Not that I would be allowed to call him but … still). I tried dialing his number at least twenty times but the number was not available. I guess he was on his flight back to New York.
Finally I had to give up because the battery on René's phone died. He promised to let me borrow it again after he'd recharge it but since I doubt he knows where his recharger is, I don't think I'll get to call Michael today.
AGAIN.
Isn't all this technology supposed to make communication easier? Well, calling your boyfriend in Japan when you're in Genovia is probably still as difficult as it was in Middle Ages.
Tuesday, December 24, after breakfast
Vigo just stopped by to ask me how I am feeling (I am relieved of any princess duties for today. I am MARVELOUS) and to tell me someone left me a message at the palace.
My heart skipped a beat when he told me that, thinking for a second that it must have been Michael.
Then the sane part of my brain realized it couldn't be him since … well, had he called me here, it would raise some suspicion. I mean, Grandmere has told pretty much anyone that I broke up with That Boy. Talk about being egocentric – everyone in the palace liked Michael when he came to visit two years ago. Numerous servants still ask me if my friend from New York is coming over during this holiday.
Anyway, it turned out the message was from Lilly. Apparently, she called on Sunday, but because of all the confusion that followed after I fell from that tree (seriously. Why is everyone making such a fuss about that?) the receptionists forgot to pass the message (who hired this people? Seriously? Oh, and whoever took the call wrote a note that the word 'freaking' is a replacement for 'a very bad word that starts with f' – what, do they think I am 6 or something? Or they did it because I usually swear in French?).
Here's what she said - Hey POG, I thought this might cheer you up since I know you think you have the worst Christmas out of everyone – it is freaking snowing here and it is freaking cold and in our building the freaking heating system freaking died so it means we are wearing the freaking coats all the time. Oh, and by the way, the snowstorms mean that all the incoming flights are cancelled until further notice meaning my brother can't come home for Christmas and since he was supposed to fly back already on the 26th because of some freaking conference in Tsukuba on the 27th (who the – has conferences during Christmas holidays? And don't you dare tell me that Japan because they have such a good work ethics!) there is a strong possibility that he is not coming to New York at all! Oh, and Tina says hi.
My heart breaks for her and all, but, seriously, at least she has WHITE CHRISTMAS! I am surrounded by palm trees! Yes, I do realize Christmas movies are basically a propaganda for shopping centers to sell lots of presents (have you ever seen a Christmas movie without a whole room of presents?), a cause for global warming to get even worse because according to Hollywood having a plastic tree equals being Grinch (WHAT IS WRONG WITH FAKE CHRISTMAS TREE? WHAT? You still get presents because it is not the tree that gives you presents but PEOPLE! How come no one realizes this?), an opportunity for mass clothing production to at least once per year beat fashion industry since fashion gurus appreciate themselves too much to sell ugly Christmas sweaters, a reason why electricians can afford a holiday on Bahamas (imagine how much extra cash they get from all the Christmas lights) and, of course, an excuse for people to kill even more poor animals for meat, but – I MIGHT HAVE BEEN PROGRAMMED TO THINK THIS WAY BUT I STILL THINK HAVING A WHITE CHRISTMAS IS NICE!
Actually, I have never ever had a white Christmas! I mean, I have been spending Christmases in Genovia since like ever, and if Genovia had snow for Christmas, then the global warming would have probably already erased all those little island countries in the Pacific Ocean off the world map. So, excuse me, Lilly, my heart breaks for you because you too have been denied your Michael time, but at least you have SNOW!
And you probably aren't on a forced bed rest with a strong possibility that your brain is bleeding and no one wants to scan your head.
Tuesday, December 24, later
Well, I might be suffering a brain bleed but at least my ankle is doing better. I can actually walk already.
So why am I not allowed to leave my bed again?
René said it is because there are reporters outside the palace and since the whole world thinks I am sick, it wouldn't be good if anyone took a picture of me wandering through royal gardens, because, you know, we can only afford good publicity now that elections are happening.
Especially any bad publicity about me since I am the main cause for the elections in the first place.
Tuesday, December 24, later
I checked my email.
I know I should be the one to tell him that I arrived in Genovia safely (well, but then again if a plane with a Dowager Princess and a Princess of Genovia crashed, it would be all over news so he would know anyway) but I did kind of expected him to at least send me a 'I Love You' email of something. Since, come on, I am with GRANDMERE in GENOVIA doing PRINCESS STUFF. Doesn't he know me well enough to realize that I need any help I can get to survive this?
Or am I again losing myself in stupid fairytales I tend to write in my head? I am crushed everything I realize they are just that – fairytales. They aren't real and they do not happen. This is real life – it is just the opposite of fairytales where everyone suffers in the beginning but is happy in the end. Real life first pampers you and then it breaks you. I know, I have experienced it. Why am I so unable to learn from my past mistakes? It's like I have a memory of a goldfish.
Why am I getting so upset over the lack of emails? THE GUY IS REINVENTING HEART SURGERY AS I WRITE THIS! Why can't I be happy with what I have? If this is a sign of me being a perfectionist, then why can't I be a perfectionist when it does to my MATHS SKILLS?
Maybe this is a symptom of a brain bleed.
Great, I knew it.
OH STOP IT, MIA, YOU DO NOT HAVE A BRAIN BLEED! YOU HAVE THE BEST DOCTOR IN GENOVIA TREATING YOU!
I am just upset because I am not going to see Michael for a long, long time.
And I miss him so much.
Tuesday, December 24, later
Maybe his phone battery died and he cannot find a recharger?
And maybe there's no electricity where he is because of this snow?
Well, at least I am not thinking he has found himself a geisha. That's an improvement for me.
Should I call Dr Knutz and tell him I am indeed becoming more self-confident and less emotionally unstable?
Tuesday, December 24, later
Rene said that a bottle of a fine French wine would doubtlessly cheer me up.
I assured him that his phone recharger would make me happier.
Tuesday, December 24, later
I have the best grandmother ever! How could I ever doubt that?
Wait – did I say the best?
Rene said that she is definitely not happy with me, but he wasn't sure whether it was because of the tree incident or because Kjetil has a girlfriend that is way prettier than I am. Apparently Grandmere thinks now she has to do all the work herself. You know, making Arne fall in love with Genovia (ok, mainly the Dowager Princess but whatever).
I feel the love.
Tuesday, December 24, later
Another flaw in Christmas movies – they are all about family values and spending time with your family.
Dad too has left the palace to spend time with his what's-her-name girlfriend / attend another rendezvous regarding the elections (do politicians really have no life? But if I think about those politicians that attended Grandmere's pre-Christmas dinner-disaster, I am not that surprised, really) – René wasn't sure where he went, but anyway, isn't part of the reason why I am in Genovia during Christmas to spend time with Dad and Grandmere (ok, since Grandmere now basically lives in Plaza maybe this argument falls short)?
Well, where are they, let's spend time together!
I never thought I'd say this but thank god for Sebastiano and René. They are actually semi-entertaining.
But I bet they would be fully entertaining in New York.
Tuesday, December 24, later
Update on a cat: nobody has seen her yet, so apparently she is alive.
Update on my ankle: it is black.
Like literally black.
So black that it looks like I have gangrene. Not that I know how gangrene looks but it must look somehow like this.
Well, I guess having your leg amputated as a consequence of saving a life is kind of noble.
Tuesday, December 24, later
I bet the doctor is tired of my complains. He says I most definitely do not have gangrene and it is just a bruise.
Tuesday, December 24, later
Is sending your boyfriend three rather desperate emails too obsessive? I mean, since he still hasn't replied to the first?
René just laughs and says I am crazy but according to him sending three attention-needing emails are still not as drastic as traveling to Japan alone and unannounced.
But then again, I do not think René is a reliable source of relationship advice since I doubt he knows that a one night stand does not equal a healthy, functioning relationship I have with Michael or at least attempting/pretending to have.
Tuesday, December 24, later
Maybe the tree incident got me out of princess duties for a few days but Andrew's wedding, no, I still have to attend that.
Not just attend; Andrew wants me to be his … I don't know, a bridesmaid?
He said that if it wasn't for me, he still wouldn't be honest with himself and admit not just to others but mainly to himself who he really was. He said that thanks to me, he finally realized that the greatest and most difficult thing in life is to be true with yourself. If it wasn't for me, he would still suppress his real self in order to please his family and be the ideal son his father wanted him to be.
Basically, I am the reason why he is getting married in the first place.
Maybe HE has a brain bleed. I am not nearly as inspiring as he is making me sound like.
Really, how can I not go now?
But then again … Dad and Grandmere have been so attentive these past few days, they wouldn't even notice if I disappeared for a day.
To Be Continued.
Broughttoyouby:::winter.
