Monday, December 14th, world civ.

Here's the story. Yesterday, after I saw the ticket that my new secret admirer had sent me, I fled to the park. After thinking long and hard about it, I figured that this mysterious person just HAS to be Michael Moscovitz. I was really confused and I just couldn't stand not knowing, so I decided to confront Michael about all this. It was Lars' day off so I had to ask my dad to lend me his chauffeur:

- Dad, it's Lars' day off so I need someone to drive me to Lily's place.

- I was hoping to spend some time with you today.

Oh no. It's the puppy-dog approach. Must persist.

- I'm sorry but I really don't have time now. But I'll be in Genovia for a whole week.

- Very well then. You must be home for dinner though. Your Grand-Mere has been a bit upset about you lately. She doesn't approve of your lifestyle.

Old news. Grand-Mere has NEVER approved of anything in my life.

- I promise I'll be home tonight.

Oh no, the teacher's giving me the evil eye again. I'll continue during algebra since G & T will be...let's just say I won't have time to write in G & T anymore.