Author's Note: It's me again, your lovable lil friend,
*Mystery*Juice*2302*. I'm sure you've missed me sooo much. actually, I
HAVE gotten requests for more of the story, but I still feel so unloved, so
PLEASE r&r my new chap! Thanks a mil! Anyways. my computer is really
screwed right now, so I can type chapters at home, but I have to go to the
library or somewhere to upload them, so it may be a while sometimes between
chapters. Hopefully this'll fix itself before Christmas Break, when the
library closes and friends go away.
..::*on to the story*::..
~*Saturday, October 4th*~
OK, I admit it, last night was fun and all, but every time Mia's over at my house, especially overnight, one thing LITERALLY drives me INSANE: my brother and my best friend are soooo dense!!! I mean, seriously. Michael's so obviously head-over-heels bowled over by Mia, and Mia's so obviously in love with Michael, but do either of them notice that the other is totally enamored? Nooooo. Am I even sure that they notice that they like each other? No. Of course not. The only place logical psychology falls short is in affairs of the heart. Even though it's my incredibly strong feeling that Michael and Mia would be THE worst couple, ever, they should confess their inner emotions and deal with the situation at hand. It's the only way they'll ever be able to come to terms with their tempestuous souls. No. The inner psychologist is coming out in me. Must destroy the urge. Psychology is no longer my field. I've decided to leave it to my parents.
I haven't heard from Mia all day, which is odd, considering that she got shoveled out the door by my lovely mother and father just in time for me to get another of our favorite stalker lectures. What's wrong with an episode all about my feet? They're about the only attractive part of me. Well, minus my now-five electric green toenails. But STILL. I really couldn't care less about Norman the podophile. Give me a break. All I want to do is have fun with a psycho and flaunt my oh-so-beautiferous feet on public access television. No crime there. I guess their we're-psychologists-who- must-save-the-mentally-suffering-members-of-the-world complex is taking over again. See? Even psychologists have complexes!!! Even after I promised to leave Norman alone.
I can't believe what they did.
My parents are two of the most cruel people on the face of this ugly planet.
How dare they do this to me?.
THEY WON'T PAY FOR MY SHOW ANY MORE!!!
I so need to talk to Mia about this. I'm not sure if she's mad about being kicked out, though, so I'd better wait for her to call.
Then again, Mia hasn't had much of a chance to call, between my parents' urgent calls from three once-again-disturbed patients of theirs and, now, Michael's obsessive Crackhead-ing. If he had his way, the line would be busy for a million-and-two years.
Oh, wait. Be right back.
My psycho brother just "chatted" with Mia online. Says she's raving mad. His decent side actually shone through, and he's working off-line on a new article so I can call her. It's moments like this that keep me from killing Michael Moscovitz. That and the fact that I don't really think he'd mind. My brother is so anti-conformist that he'd probably embrace death, especially death-by-little-freshman-sister, as a way to go against society once again. What a freak.
Author's Note:: Okay, that's all for now. Sorry. Please review if you want to see more!!! The main reason there's only a chapter up new is because I'm hard at work on another story, an epic songfic type thing. if you go look at all the other stuff I've written, you can find it. If you really love me, you'll review that too! :-)
Love n nonsense,
*me*
..::*on to the story*::..
~*Saturday, October 4th*~
OK, I admit it, last night was fun and all, but every time Mia's over at my house, especially overnight, one thing LITERALLY drives me INSANE: my brother and my best friend are soooo dense!!! I mean, seriously. Michael's so obviously head-over-heels bowled over by Mia, and Mia's so obviously in love with Michael, but do either of them notice that the other is totally enamored? Nooooo. Am I even sure that they notice that they like each other? No. Of course not. The only place logical psychology falls short is in affairs of the heart. Even though it's my incredibly strong feeling that Michael and Mia would be THE worst couple, ever, they should confess their inner emotions and deal with the situation at hand. It's the only way they'll ever be able to come to terms with their tempestuous souls. No. The inner psychologist is coming out in me. Must destroy the urge. Psychology is no longer my field. I've decided to leave it to my parents.
I haven't heard from Mia all day, which is odd, considering that she got shoveled out the door by my lovely mother and father just in time for me to get another of our favorite stalker lectures. What's wrong with an episode all about my feet? They're about the only attractive part of me. Well, minus my now-five electric green toenails. But STILL. I really couldn't care less about Norman the podophile. Give me a break. All I want to do is have fun with a psycho and flaunt my oh-so-beautiferous feet on public access television. No crime there. I guess their we're-psychologists-who- must-save-the-mentally-suffering-members-of-the-world complex is taking over again. See? Even psychologists have complexes!!! Even after I promised to leave Norman alone.
I can't believe what they did.
My parents are two of the most cruel people on the face of this ugly planet.
How dare they do this to me?.
THEY WON'T PAY FOR MY SHOW ANY MORE!!!
I so need to talk to Mia about this. I'm not sure if she's mad about being kicked out, though, so I'd better wait for her to call.
Then again, Mia hasn't had much of a chance to call, between my parents' urgent calls from three once-again-disturbed patients of theirs and, now, Michael's obsessive Crackhead-ing. If he had his way, the line would be busy for a million-and-two years.
Oh, wait. Be right back.
My psycho brother just "chatted" with Mia online. Says she's raving mad. His decent side actually shone through, and he's working off-line on a new article so I can call her. It's moments like this that keep me from killing Michael Moscovitz. That and the fact that I don't really think he'd mind. My brother is so anti-conformist that he'd probably embrace death, especially death-by-little-freshman-sister, as a way to go against society once again. What a freak.
Author's Note:: Okay, that's all for now. Sorry. Please review if you want to see more!!! The main reason there's only a chapter up new is because I'm hard at work on another story, an epic songfic type thing. if you go look at all the other stuff I've written, you can find it. If you really love me, you'll review that too! :-)
Love n nonsense,
*me*
