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Mia Thermopolis-PRIVATE DIARY!!!!!!!!
November 15, Home after princess lessons
So, it was decided today. My dress. I hate to admit it, but Grandmere was right, about everything. Everything to do with the dress, I mean. It's incredible. The top is fitted, and padded, so it actually looks like I have something there. Anyway, the top is fitted, like I said, and then it flares out at the hips, making it look like I have curves. !!! Curves!! Anyway, the bottom flares out, and there are two layers. The underneath layer is silk, and the top layer is like a sheer, almost lace kind of thing. It's really beautiful. She made me try it on, and I almost didn't recognize myself. From the neck down, I looked like a different person. So, tomorrow, that Paolo guy is coming back to discuss with Grandmere what my hairdo is going to be, and then she gives me Saturday and Sunday off, thank god, to pack and get ready for the trip. We leave Nov 19, a Monday. The flight is at 7:30 AM. (She made sure I knew that I would not have an opportunity to sleep in while I was in
Genovia, except for maybe Thanksgiving Day, which is the only day she didn't plan anything.) Then, the ball is on the 21^st, and all the rest of the days I have miscellaneous press conferences, interviews, visits to all the major cites, etc. We fly back on the 24^th, which gives me just enough time to do homework on the 25^th and go back to school on the 26^th.
Whew. *gasping for breath*
Geez, when me and mom go on vacations, all we do is sit around. No sightseeing, touristy crap. We take the time to relax. This is most definitely not going to be a relaxing vacation.
Oh, and I told Grandmere that I was going to have Edward be my escort. She was thrilled. She had been worried that I wanted to bring some biker with tattoos on his forehead or something. Haha, that would've been funny. She called up the prime minister as soon as I told her, and arranged for me to meet him on the 20^th. She told me I would love him, that he was "a delightful boy."
Blech.
"Delightful." That's what adults say about people when they don't want you to know that the person is actually completely boring and a total kiss-up. Or worse, a mama's boy. Double blech.
Oh! I almost forgot! Today, during lunch, I was talking to Lilly, and it was...really weird. Here's what we said:
Me: So, we're still on for dance night, right?
Lilly: Oh yeah. I already know what food we're going to order. Oh, and I rented some great old black-and-white romance movies.
M: Sounds like fun.
L: Yep. (She paused.) Y'know, Michael's not going to be there. He'll be at the dance. With Taryn.
I gulped, and put on a "duh" face to cover up.
M: I know.
L: Well, I just wanted to let you know...it'll only be me you'll be hanging out with.
I put down my silverware, wondering what the hell she was getting at.
M: Yeah, I know. Who else would I be hanging out with at your house?
L: Michael.
Now, I dropped my fork completely. Lilly wasn't even looking at me.
M: What are you saying, Lilly?
L: Well, it's just that sometimes...I wonder....if maybe you like Michael more than me.
M: WHAT? Lilly, you're my best friend! You're who I want to hang out with!
She kinda smiled.
L: Really?
M: Of course!
So then she changed the subject. But that was really weird. I mean, Lilly seemed so...so...not her. I mean, usually she is SO confident of herself that it can get annoying...but she seemed really unsure. It freaked me out to see her like that.
I hope she doesn't know.
No, she doesn't. There's no way! I've never told anybody. So unless she started reading this diary, there's no way.
Hmmm, maybe I should start being more careful with this...
Michael Moscovitz-Online Diary
November 15
So, I talked to Taryn today.
The weirdo.
I told her that I thought it would be better if we didn't go to the dance together, because I didn't want to give her the wrong idea. She got a little upset about it, but all in all, it wasn't too bad. Which was surprising.
Anyway, so then I went into calc, and Gretchen asked me if I had "dumped" Taryn, and I said yeah. We got to talking, and then we decided that since she didn't have a date, and I didn't have a date, we should go together. But this time, it was crystal clear that we were only going as friends. In fact, Gretchen has a steady boyfriend, but he would be out of town, and was encouraging her to go with someone else. He seems like a good guy.
Anyway, then I went home, and I overheard Lilly on the phone with Mia. (Okay, so by "overheard" I mean that I picked up an extension. So sue me. She's my sister, I'm supposed to do that kind of thing. It's like a law.) They were talking about the movies they wanted to rent for the night of the dance. I got kind of disappointed. I was really hoping that Mia would go so I could dance with her at least once. But oh well. Not dancing with her will help me get over her.
Or something to that effect.
Mia Thermopolis-PRIVATE DIARY!!!!!!!!
November 15, Home after princess lessons
So, it was decided today. My dress. I hate to admit it, but Grandmere was right, about everything. Everything to do with the dress, I mean. It's incredible. The top is fitted, and padded, so it actually looks like I have something there. Anyway, the top is fitted, like I said, and then it flares out at the hips, making it look like I have curves. !!! Curves!! Anyway, the bottom flares out, and there are two layers. The underneath layer is silk, and the top layer is like a sheer, almost lace kind of thing. It's really beautiful. She made me try it on, and I almost didn't recognize myself. From the neck down, I looked like a different person. So, tomorrow, that Paolo guy is coming back to discuss with Grandmere what my hairdo is going to be, and then she gives me Saturday and Sunday off, thank god, to pack and get ready for the trip. We leave Nov 19, a Monday. The flight is at 7:30 AM. (She made sure I knew that I would not have an opportunity to sleep in while I was in
Genovia, except for maybe Thanksgiving Day, which is the only day she didn't plan anything.) Then, the ball is on the 21^st, and all the rest of the days I have miscellaneous press conferences, interviews, visits to all the major cites, etc. We fly back on the 24^th, which gives me just enough time to do homework on the 25^th and go back to school on the 26^th.
Whew. *gasping for breath*
Geez, when me and mom go on vacations, all we do is sit around. No sightseeing, touristy crap. We take the time to relax. This is most definitely not going to be a relaxing vacation.
Oh, and I told Grandmere that I was going to have Edward be my escort. She was thrilled. She had been worried that I wanted to bring some biker with tattoos on his forehead or something. Haha, that would've been funny. She called up the prime minister as soon as I told her, and arranged for me to meet him on the 20^th. She told me I would love him, that he was "a delightful boy."
Blech.
"Delightful." That's what adults say about people when they don't want you to know that the person is actually completely boring and a total kiss-up. Or worse, a mama's boy. Double blech.
Oh! I almost forgot! Today, during lunch, I was talking to Lilly, and it was...really weird. Here's what we said:
Me: So, we're still on for dance night, right?
Lilly: Oh yeah. I already know what food we're going to order. Oh, and I rented some great old black-and-white romance movies.
M: Sounds like fun.
L: Yep. (She paused.) Y'know, Michael's not going to be there. He'll be at the dance. With Taryn.
I gulped, and put on a "duh" face to cover up.
M: I know.
L: Well, I just wanted to let you know...it'll only be me you'll be hanging out with.
I put down my silverware, wondering what the hell she was getting at.
M: Yeah, I know. Who else would I be hanging out with at your house?
L: Michael.
Now, I dropped my fork completely. Lilly wasn't even looking at me.
M: What are you saying, Lilly?
L: Well, it's just that sometimes...I wonder....if maybe you like Michael more than me.
M: WHAT? Lilly, you're my best friend! You're who I want to hang out with!
She kinda smiled.
L: Really?
M: Of course!
So then she changed the subject. But that was really weird. I mean, Lilly seemed so...so...not her. I mean, usually she is SO confident of herself that it can get annoying...but she seemed really unsure. It freaked me out to see her like that.
I hope she doesn't know.
No, she doesn't. There's no way! I've never told anybody. So unless she started reading this diary, there's no way.
Hmmm, maybe I should start being more careful with this...
Michael Moscovitz-Online Diary
November 15
So, I talked to Taryn today.
The weirdo.
I told her that I thought it would be better if we didn't go to the dance together, because I didn't want to give her the wrong idea. She got a little upset about it, but all in all, it wasn't too bad. Which was surprising.
Anyway, so then I went into calc, and Gretchen asked me if I had "dumped" Taryn, and I said yeah. We got to talking, and then we decided that since she didn't have a date, and I didn't have a date, we should go together. But this time, it was crystal clear that we were only going as friends. In fact, Gretchen has a steady boyfriend, but he would be out of town, and was encouraging her to go with someone else. He seems like a good guy.
Anyway, then I went home, and I overheard Lilly on the phone with Mia. (Okay, so by "overheard" I mean that I picked up an extension. So sue me. She's my sister, I'm supposed to do that kind of thing. It's like a law.) They were talking about the movies they wanted to rent for the night of the dance. I got kind of disappointed. I was really hoping that Mia would go so I could dance with her at least once. But oh well. Not dancing with her will help me get over her.
Or something to that effect.