Tuesday, December 8th, algebra
So, my non-existent ball gown isn't my biggest problem after all. Grand-mere will fix it, just like she always does. I just have a little date problem you see since the non-demonial winter dance is in only 12 days! Just when I thought it was all hopeless, I get this little note that basically changes my life forever (well, maybe not come to think of it):
Dear Mia,
Would you go to the dance with me?
Love,
?.
Well guess what mystery boy (hopefully not man)? YES I WOULD!!!!! I am pretty much desperate now.
Things to do when I'm queen:
1) Kick my secret admirer's butt for being all secretive about his love for me.
2) And.... Buy myself a lot of chocolate? I don't know. What could I do?
Tuesday, December 8th, world civ.
I was quietly wallowing in my self-pity just when the wicked witch of the east herself (Lana) decided she wanted a good butt-kicking:
- So Mia, who are YOU going to the dance with?
- I'm not going.
- Oh? Why is that? Oh wait, I see, all the guys must be scared of your feet! Run! Run! It's the return of big foot!
She and her petty surrounding snicker.
- Lana, I see we didn't mature very much over the weekend huh?
Lily to the rescue!
- Shut up since this is none of your business Moscovitz!
For once, Lily didn't have time to make a snappy comeback since the bell rang and the teacher told US to shut up and sit down. Oh well. Lily still cares about me after all! Well, I mean, you have to care about someone to stand up for them, right? RIGHT?
What could I be doing instead of attending world civ.
( to the tune of the Titanic theme, you know the song with Celine Dion? Yep, that's the one) :
I could be somewhere, some place,
Where there's no one around me, to chain me,
Into the horizon, towards the sun,
I can be whom I choose, to be,
You, see, I don't know who I am,
Beneath all the layers, grandmother, puts on me,
I just waaant to- be -free,
So, my non-existent ball gown isn't my biggest problem after all. Grand-mere will fix it, just like she always does. I just have a little date problem you see since the non-demonial winter dance is in only 12 days! Just when I thought it was all hopeless, I get this little note that basically changes my life forever (well, maybe not come to think of it):
Dear Mia,
Would you go to the dance with me?
Love,
?.
Well guess what mystery boy (hopefully not man)? YES I WOULD!!!!! I am pretty much desperate now.
Things to do when I'm queen:
1) Kick my secret admirer's butt for being all secretive about his love for me.
2) And.... Buy myself a lot of chocolate? I don't know. What could I do?
Tuesday, December 8th, world civ.
I was quietly wallowing in my self-pity just when the wicked witch of the east herself (Lana) decided she wanted a good butt-kicking:
- So Mia, who are YOU going to the dance with?
- I'm not going.
- Oh? Why is that? Oh wait, I see, all the guys must be scared of your feet! Run! Run! It's the return of big foot!
She and her petty surrounding snicker.
- Lana, I see we didn't mature very much over the weekend huh?
Lily to the rescue!
- Shut up since this is none of your business Moscovitz!
For once, Lily didn't have time to make a snappy comeback since the bell rang and the teacher told US to shut up and sit down. Oh well. Lily still cares about me after all! Well, I mean, you have to care about someone to stand up for them, right? RIGHT?
What could I be doing instead of attending world civ.
( to the tune of the Titanic theme, you know the song with Celine Dion? Yep, that's the one) :
I could be somewhere, some place,
Where there's no one around me, to chain me,
Into the horizon, towards the sun,
I can be whom I choose, to be,
You, see, I don't know who I am,
Beneath all the layers, grandmother, puts on me,
I just waaant to- be -free,