Sat. Morning 11am

I just woke up and realized I've been in this hermit-state for way too long. It WAS a very emotional night, but life goes on. I still don't know what I'm going to do with the whole Michael situation. On one side, I love him and that night when he kissed me, I felt on top of the world. I mean, every time he touches me these little sparks of electricity go through me and it feels so good. Like when I slow dance with him, its like I've died and gone to heaven. Plus, he always smells really good, like ivory. Also, he always finds a way to make me smile or laugh and I can count on him to cheer me up and say the right thing, always. He's the only one that can verbalize my emotions when Lilly is nagging me about something. On the other side, he hurt me. He hurt me a lot and I'm not positive I'm ready to forget all that stuff. He was mean to Ale and me. I mean, I know I haven't known Ale for a long time but he is a good person. You can just tell and I know he'd help me whenever I needed him to. I mean, he did go to the dance with Tina after I asked him. I guess I just need some time to figure things out. I love Michael but I don't know..



Sat. The Plaza 9pm Wow, can one simple detail change everything! Let me start from the beginning. Dad came over to the loft around noon. He invited us (me, mom, and Mr.G) for lunch. At first it was a bit awkward 'cause Grandmere, Pedro, Ale were also there. There were lots of awkward silences. Dad decided that we should all be together since we are family, sort of. We had dinner in this huge Spanish restaurant. All the waiters kept coming over and asking for autographs and stuff. Hey, you don't always get too famous rulers in one restaurant. It was so much fun, after we broke the ice you could even think we were one of those TV families, like in 7th Heaven or something. Well, except for the fact that Grandmere's eyebrows made a little kid cry. We talked and laughed during the entire meal. Ale even played one of his songs in a little stage they had. It was pretty good although his dad almost killed him. The best part was that Dad purposely did not order meat because he knows how I feel about it. I guess people can really change. Well, we got out of the restaurant around 4 and Dad took us all to this huge TV room in the Plaza. It turns out the Spanish national soccer team was playing and that there was no reason in the world why either Pedro or Ale could miss it. Mr.G, I mean FRANK (god it takes some getting used to,) was a bit quiet in the begging but once he understood the rules all three men were screaming at the TV. Mom and I just sat there and laughed at how pumped they could all get because of a soccer match while Grandmere left because she could not be seen in that uncivilized situation, not even dead. She claims that there is only one worse thing than yelling at the TV screen and that's yelling at the TV while drinking beer on a lawn chair. After the game was done, Lars, Mom, FRANK, and I got into the limo and headed home. Once we got to the door their was a box addressed to me. This is the good part, after Lars opened it and checked it for bombs, he handed it over to me. I looked inside and found a necklace made out of Forget -Me- Nots. There was also a little card that said: Thinking about you, always. Michael. Wasn't that nice? I took the flowers up to my room and looked at them for some time. How could I forget him? His been my one and only true love. How can he be so sweet after all that happened? How can Michael could possibly be thinking about ME. Has the fact that I'm a flat-chested giant escaped his eyes? I mean, he could have Judith Gershener who can clone fruit flies. SHE CAN CLONE FRUIT FLIES. Then how could he be so interested in me? What if everything has been a sick joke, or even worse a bet? You know, like in all those horrible high school movies were the guys bet one of them can't get the ugly girl to fall for him. I really hope that's not it. I'm too confused to write.More later.