January 2nd, Royal Genovian Jet
I can't believe I finished with "I'm living happily ever after." I mean, who am I kidding? How could things ever work out like that? It was all just too perfect. Michael Moscovitz is my boyfriend. MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ IS MY BOYFRIEND! We kissed. MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ KISSED ME! We Frenched. MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ FRENCHED ME! How could things possibly go wrong?
One word: Grandmere.
First of all, she took my diary away from me. MY diary!! She instead that I wrote in it too much and that I should be concentrating on other things at the moment. So now I have it back and I'll tell you about the little 'trip' to Genovia.
It all went fairly well, besides me saying, "The noodles here are lovely, but I prefer them waxed and naked." in Swedish to the Swedish Queen. My speech to all 50,000 Genovians ran very smoothly. I didn't mess up once. Dad thinks that I have improved immeasurably. (His word not mine.) He told Grandmere that I didn't need anymore princess lessons. I loved him for his effort and that he tried, but it didn't help.
No. In fact, she thought that I was more then ready. (Yes, she actually said it.) But, there was one aria that we never really touched: my royal consort.
Michael will never want to see me again. He has to take princess lessons too! Well, not exactly princess lessons, but he gets to learn how to be a boyfriend, I'm sorry, consort, fit for a princess.
The plane is landing and I will see Michael there, waiting for me. I'll have to tell him, or else Grandmere will.
I can't believe I finished with "I'm living happily ever after." I mean, who am I kidding? How could things ever work out like that? It was all just too perfect. Michael Moscovitz is my boyfriend. MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ IS MY BOYFRIEND! We kissed. MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ KISSED ME! We Frenched. MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ FRENCHED ME! How could things possibly go wrong?
One word: Grandmere.
First of all, she took my diary away from me. MY diary!! She instead that I wrote in it too much and that I should be concentrating on other things at the moment. So now I have it back and I'll tell you about the little 'trip' to Genovia.
It all went fairly well, besides me saying, "The noodles here are lovely, but I prefer them waxed and naked." in Swedish to the Swedish Queen. My speech to all 50,000 Genovians ran very smoothly. I didn't mess up once. Dad thinks that I have improved immeasurably. (His word not mine.) He told Grandmere that I didn't need anymore princess lessons. I loved him for his effort and that he tried, but it didn't help.
No. In fact, she thought that I was more then ready. (Yes, she actually said it.) But, there was one aria that we never really touched: my royal consort.
Michael will never want to see me again. He has to take princess lessons too! Well, not exactly princess lessons, but he gets to learn how to be a boyfriend, I'm sorry, consort, fit for a princess.
The plane is landing and I will see Michael there, waiting for me. I'll have to tell him, or else Grandmere will.
