Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except Taryn Bloom. She's
mine.
A/N: I know I keep updating this a lot. I'm just really really bored. And I haven't had any homework lately, so…I've been writing a chapter a day, sometimes more. Anyway, it might be boring over the next few entries, but it will have a very climactic ending, I promise.
Mia Thermopolis-PRIVATE DIARY!!!!!!!!!
November 12, Home after princess lessons
Well, Grandmere dropped the bomb today.
On November 23, there's going to be a big ol' ball in Genovia, introducing me as their long lost princess, and heir to the throne, although I made sure that Grandmere made everyone know that I wouldn't be moving there until I finished high school, since that was what we agreed to in the Renaldo-Thermopolis Comprimise.
Anyway, I have to spend my Thanksgiving break there. Luckily, since it's the day after Thanksgiving, Mom and Mr. Gianini are going to come out with me, and we're going to have Thanksgiving dinner with my dad.
There is a downside, though. I mean, aside from it being a ball, and me being freaked out and everything, and worried about manners and etiquette and all that good stuff…
Grandmere said that I have to have an escort-an ACCEPTABLE escort, which means that Grandmere has to approve. And if I can't find an acceptable escort for myself, she's going to make me go with the prime minister's son- Edward. (I've seen pictures-they're not good. And he tucks his sweater into his pants, like Boris Pelkowski!! Gag me.) That's the bad thing.
So, of course, who's the first person I think of?
Michael Moscovitz, of course.
But I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, asking him to come to a uber-fancy ball in Genovia, over a holiday break, just to go as my escort…as friends?? It seems like that would be going way out of his way. I know I wouldn't want to do something like that if I wasn't even going as a date with him.
God, there I go, confusing myself again.
Anyway, I don't know if I'm going to find an "acceptable escort." I just might have to go with Edward. I suppose it wouldn't be too bad…as long as he doesn't think that this makes us a couple or something.
So, well, we're leaving on November 19th, which is the first day of my week- long Thanksgiving break.
Isn't it great the way this is planned so perfectly so that I won't miss any school?
Anyway, Grandmere and I spent the rest of princess lesson time discussing my dress. It has to be even better than the other dresses she has picked out for me-for the Cultural Diversity Dance, and for my mother's "wedding." This dress has to be phenomenal. Although, I don't see how it can be phenomenal without me shrinking a few inches, growing breasts, becoming pretty and getting better hair, so it's not shaped like a yield sign anymore. Anyway, she was showing me all these pictures of dresses, talking about which parts of them she liked and which she didn't. Of course we're not buying a dress or anything. Oh, no. Heaven forbid. She's making sure to get a designer original. After talking about it for an hour, all she decided was that she wants the color to be red-the main color of the Genovian flag. But that was practically a given.
I saw Taryn in the hallway with Michael today. They were talking, laughing…obviously flirting. Arrgghhh…
To Do
Finish bio project
Buy cat food
Tell Lilly about the trip.
STOP THINKING ABOUT MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ!!!!!!
Michael Moscovitz-Online Diary
November 12
Well, I think Taryn likes me. I mean, I kinda knew when she asked me to the dance, but I couldn't help but hope that she was only asking me to go as friends. It was kind of nice talking to her though. She's pretty smart-she wants to go to NYU. And she's a senior, which is probably a little better than if I went out with Mia. Anyway, Taryn is in a few of my classes-calc, enriched physics, and government. We had talked a little before she asked me out, although we weren't really friends.
I don't know what I'm babbling about. I'm just bored. I hope Mia goes to the dance. Then I can talk to her. I know going with Taryn won't be completely boring, though. We have a lot in common. She's pretty good at carrying on a conversation.
I want to dance with Mia though. I really hope she comes.
I love dancing with Mia.
She puts her hand on my shoulders, and…
No, I'm stopping right there.
I am not going to talk about Mia anymore.
To Do:
Research for government paper
Walk Pavlov
Buy a nice shirt for dance
Remind Lilly to help me pick out a corsage.
STOP THINKING ABOUT MIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: I know I keep updating this a lot. I'm just really really bored. And I haven't had any homework lately, so…I've been writing a chapter a day, sometimes more. Anyway, it might be boring over the next few entries, but it will have a very climactic ending, I promise.
Mia Thermopolis-PRIVATE DIARY!!!!!!!!!
November 12, Home after princess lessons
Well, Grandmere dropped the bomb today.
On November 23, there's going to be a big ol' ball in Genovia, introducing me as their long lost princess, and heir to the throne, although I made sure that Grandmere made everyone know that I wouldn't be moving there until I finished high school, since that was what we agreed to in the Renaldo-Thermopolis Comprimise.
Anyway, I have to spend my Thanksgiving break there. Luckily, since it's the day after Thanksgiving, Mom and Mr. Gianini are going to come out with me, and we're going to have Thanksgiving dinner with my dad.
There is a downside, though. I mean, aside from it being a ball, and me being freaked out and everything, and worried about manners and etiquette and all that good stuff…
Grandmere said that I have to have an escort-an ACCEPTABLE escort, which means that Grandmere has to approve. And if I can't find an acceptable escort for myself, she's going to make me go with the prime minister's son- Edward. (I've seen pictures-they're not good. And he tucks his sweater into his pants, like Boris Pelkowski!! Gag me.) That's the bad thing.
So, of course, who's the first person I think of?
Michael Moscovitz, of course.
But I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, asking him to come to a uber-fancy ball in Genovia, over a holiday break, just to go as my escort…as friends?? It seems like that would be going way out of his way. I know I wouldn't want to do something like that if I wasn't even going as a date with him.
God, there I go, confusing myself again.
Anyway, I don't know if I'm going to find an "acceptable escort." I just might have to go with Edward. I suppose it wouldn't be too bad…as long as he doesn't think that this makes us a couple or something.
So, well, we're leaving on November 19th, which is the first day of my week- long Thanksgiving break.
Isn't it great the way this is planned so perfectly so that I won't miss any school?
Anyway, Grandmere and I spent the rest of princess lesson time discussing my dress. It has to be even better than the other dresses she has picked out for me-for the Cultural Diversity Dance, and for my mother's "wedding." This dress has to be phenomenal. Although, I don't see how it can be phenomenal without me shrinking a few inches, growing breasts, becoming pretty and getting better hair, so it's not shaped like a yield sign anymore. Anyway, she was showing me all these pictures of dresses, talking about which parts of them she liked and which she didn't. Of course we're not buying a dress or anything. Oh, no. Heaven forbid. She's making sure to get a designer original. After talking about it for an hour, all she decided was that she wants the color to be red-the main color of the Genovian flag. But that was practically a given.
I saw Taryn in the hallway with Michael today. They were talking, laughing…obviously flirting. Arrgghhh…
To Do
Finish bio project
Buy cat food
Tell Lilly about the trip.
STOP THINKING ABOUT MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ!!!!!!
Michael Moscovitz-Online Diary
November 12
Well, I think Taryn likes me. I mean, I kinda knew when she asked me to the dance, but I couldn't help but hope that she was only asking me to go as friends. It was kind of nice talking to her though. She's pretty smart-she wants to go to NYU. And she's a senior, which is probably a little better than if I went out with Mia. Anyway, Taryn is in a few of my classes-calc, enriched physics, and government. We had talked a little before she asked me out, although we weren't really friends.
I don't know what I'm babbling about. I'm just bored. I hope Mia goes to the dance. Then I can talk to her. I know going with Taryn won't be completely boring, though. We have a lot in common. She's pretty good at carrying on a conversation.
I want to dance with Mia though. I really hope she comes.
I love dancing with Mia.
She puts her hand on my shoulders, and…
No, I'm stopping right there.
I am not going to talk about Mia anymore.
To Do:
Research for government paper
Walk Pavlov
Buy a nice shirt for dance
Remind Lilly to help me pick out a corsage.
STOP THINKING ABOUT MIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!