*OK, I'm updating again...this time with a SHOCKER! With a special guest star. And, I think, it's going to be a cliffhanger. You know what I'm sick of, though? When people start out every single Journal entry in their TPD fics with "OH MY GOD YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!" I mean, it's okay once in awhile, but there are many, many other ways in which Mia begins her compilations of antagonism and distress! *

-The next afternoon-

Dearest Diary of them all,

Yeah,

Right.

-That Night-

I think I may die of boredom. I know that I hate such stressful times (say, right before I left for Genovia), but I am so bored. I wish something would happen.

No, wait.

I don't. I don't wish something would happen.

However.... last time something happened, I ended up with Michael...

Life doesn't get any better then dating the guy of your dreams. It just helps that he resembles Casper Van Dean, and lately I've been noticing a bit of someone familiar, can't put a name to the face, though.

So, Mia. What else is new?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

-The Next Morning, Homeroom-

Still nothing new.

-Social Interactions -

Yet again, nothing new

I ever remembered my notebook.

For once.

-Geography -

Someone.

Please.

-Home Ec.-

I think I might be blind.

-French Oral-

Nope. Not blind.

Still bored.

-Lunch-

Oh, My.

I am so bored.

On the other hand,

I have P.E. next. That should be fun.

-G&T-

Yeah, P.E. Was fun. For a change. We did acrobatic Yoga. I think my PE teacher is getting really, really, really creative. Lilly's remonstration of the unjust use of common sports in which the same kids excel in and therefore receive the highest marks has been a success.

Homework:

Home Ec- Non-carnivorous recipe for Tuesday, so I don't have to make glazed chicken!

Social Interactions-Definitions 1-11

G&T-yeah, as if.

French Oral- utilize les verbes conjugate dans les sentences, et practice parlent ils pour demaine.

Geography- None

-In the Limo-

Well, nothing happened. I'm off to Princess Lessons. My first since after the Genovian introduction. I wonder what I'll learn.

-On the way home, from Princess Lessons-

I learned that Grandmere is just a bit uncanny with nothing going on.

When I walked in her suite, she was sitting at the marble table talking with a Sebastiano look alike. Well, from the back. He had the signature ponytail, only he didn't have on leather pants. I assume he was wearing a fleece vest. I also assume that this is some famous Genovian Interior Decorator that we have to support otherwise he'll move to L.A.

"Redecorate this, Redecorate that. No, no, no. Amelia's chamber in the palace simply did not suit her personality!"

Then I went:

"WHAT!?" I did think it was a bit fancy, but that's what I expected. I already knew what the rooms in the palace looked like, seeing as I've been there before on a tour. Little did I know that would be my residence after I graduate from college.

Then she turned to me:

"Oh Amelia, how nice it is to see you."

Okay. Someone's had one too many Sidecars.

I hoped then and there that my Dad didn't walk in because she'd probably start calling him Papa Cue ball again.

"Now Amelia, Debbie and I were just deciding on what to do with your chamber at the palace, to, you know, `spice it up'."

I was surprised she didn't shake her hips and arms in unison like a modern-day TV mom while saying the Spice It Up bit.

And Debbie? This guy's name is Debbie, I thought.

No, apparently, it's not.

It was the famous Debbie Travis.

I have one thing, and one thing only to say for that.

Canadians are REALLY good fashion designers!