A/N: Yay! This is my THIRD chapter today! ::everyone cheers wildly:: I
really hope you guys appreciate this. please write me reviews to let me
know!
~*Tuesday, October 14*~
I knew this would pay off! I knew it! I confronted my fears and, of course, good things happen! Maybe I will be a psychoanalyst in good Moscovitz tradition. I'm beginning to believe in this stuff!
I have a date for the Cultural Diversity Dance!
Not ONLY am I going with Boris, I ALSO beat Mia to getting a date. Ha ha ha.
Though I DID see her talking to Michael today. I don't think it resulted in much, though. I was making more posters for Ho-Gate and happened to see them chatting it up QUITE merrily. I, on the other hand, was not quite as cheery. My Ho-test is not going quite as well I as could have hoped. The Asian students--that is, those favored by the racist Hos-- are taking advantage of the discount I unknowingly alerted them to. The smokers (a.k.a., the A Crowd and various other Populars) have decided that their support of me was enough, now can they go back to purchasing various forms of Death in a Box at Ho's Deli?
REAL women stick by that which they believe in.
I will not give up.
This would be a whole lot easier if Mia was here.
NO! I canNOT think these thoughts! I am better off without Mia, more dedicated to my cause, more alert and more aware of the troubles around me.
Shut up, inner voice/conscience/whatever you are.
~*Wednesday, October 15*~
NOW I know what's going on. And it took the Post to tell me. I feel so. naïve. So culturally unaware. So uninvestigative. So stupid.
Mia is a PRINCESS. I knew I recognized her father's name from somewhere. I even realized that it was the name of the Royal Genovian Family. But no, I trusted little Mia a BIT too much.
"Mia would TELL you if she were a princess," I thought. "She is your very best friend in the world. She would never deceive you like that."
How naïve can one child be? And I'm supposed to be the WORLDLY one between the two of us.
So of course, Lana wanted to sit by the newfound royal member of Albert Einstein. And yet. Mia turned her away. MIA. She's always wanted to be a part of that crowd, and I should know. She whines to me about it all the time. If I were a lesser Lilly, that would make me feel inferior. But I am who I am, so it doesn't.
As for the "I am who I am" applying to Mia, I have to doubt that. I mean, she didn't even know half of the stuff that was in the article about her father and her Majesty in the paper today.
Example: Your father is worth more than 300 million dollars, Mia.
Mia's Response: This is trash. I don't believe it. Carol Fernandez is an idiot.
My Response: Of course he's worth a lot of money. He's the head of a nation. How much money do you THINK can be amassed from the sweat of hardworking laborers in a nation with one of the world's highest literacy rates? These people CAN get pretty good jobs, you know.
Michael's Response: That's wonderful. And to imagine that he got NONE of it from his people, who traditionally have never paid taxes or tributes of any sort. Anyone related to Mia has to be extremely judicious and loyal and generous, you know.
If Mia had a higher vocabulary, she would know exactly what Michael and I thought of her after our nice long argument today.
The rest of my life isn't that peachy, either. No one cares about boycotting Ho's Deli ("we serve racism with a smile!") now that they can become adoring sycophants** of our lovely princess.
Gag me with a fork. Better yet, gag me with a scepter.
**I would like to thank Mrs. Peddy and the lovely Vocabulary from Latin and Greek Roots book for teaching me such wonderful words. ::gags::
A/N: Okay, there's more on its way. I just don't know if I'm going to post it today or not. please review! Thank you much!
~*Tuesday, October 14*~
I knew this would pay off! I knew it! I confronted my fears and, of course, good things happen! Maybe I will be a psychoanalyst in good Moscovitz tradition. I'm beginning to believe in this stuff!
I have a date for the Cultural Diversity Dance!
Not ONLY am I going with Boris, I ALSO beat Mia to getting a date. Ha ha ha.
Though I DID see her talking to Michael today. I don't think it resulted in much, though. I was making more posters for Ho-Gate and happened to see them chatting it up QUITE merrily. I, on the other hand, was not quite as cheery. My Ho-test is not going quite as well I as could have hoped. The Asian students--that is, those favored by the racist Hos-- are taking advantage of the discount I unknowingly alerted them to. The smokers (a.k.a., the A Crowd and various other Populars) have decided that their support of me was enough, now can they go back to purchasing various forms of Death in a Box at Ho's Deli?
REAL women stick by that which they believe in.
I will not give up.
This would be a whole lot easier if Mia was here.
NO! I canNOT think these thoughts! I am better off without Mia, more dedicated to my cause, more alert and more aware of the troubles around me.
Shut up, inner voice/conscience/whatever you are.
~*Wednesday, October 15*~
NOW I know what's going on. And it took the Post to tell me. I feel so. naïve. So culturally unaware. So uninvestigative. So stupid.
Mia is a PRINCESS. I knew I recognized her father's name from somewhere. I even realized that it was the name of the Royal Genovian Family. But no, I trusted little Mia a BIT too much.
"Mia would TELL you if she were a princess," I thought. "She is your very best friend in the world. She would never deceive you like that."
How naïve can one child be? And I'm supposed to be the WORLDLY one between the two of us.
So of course, Lana wanted to sit by the newfound royal member of Albert Einstein. And yet. Mia turned her away. MIA. She's always wanted to be a part of that crowd, and I should know. She whines to me about it all the time. If I were a lesser Lilly, that would make me feel inferior. But I am who I am, so it doesn't.
As for the "I am who I am" applying to Mia, I have to doubt that. I mean, she didn't even know half of the stuff that was in the article about her father and her Majesty in the paper today.
Example: Your father is worth more than 300 million dollars, Mia.
Mia's Response: This is trash. I don't believe it. Carol Fernandez is an idiot.
My Response: Of course he's worth a lot of money. He's the head of a nation. How much money do you THINK can be amassed from the sweat of hardworking laborers in a nation with one of the world's highest literacy rates? These people CAN get pretty good jobs, you know.
Michael's Response: That's wonderful. And to imagine that he got NONE of it from his people, who traditionally have never paid taxes or tributes of any sort. Anyone related to Mia has to be extremely judicious and loyal and generous, you know.
If Mia had a higher vocabulary, she would know exactly what Michael and I thought of her after our nice long argument today.
The rest of my life isn't that peachy, either. No one cares about boycotting Ho's Deli ("we serve racism with a smile!") now that they can become adoring sycophants** of our lovely princess.
Gag me with a fork. Better yet, gag me with a scepter.
**I would like to thank Mrs. Peddy and the lovely Vocabulary from Latin and Greek Roots book for teaching me such wonderful words. ::gags::
A/N: Okay, there's more on its way. I just don't know if I'm going to post it today or not. please review! Thank you much!
