Disclaimer: Um...ok, I don't own Meg Cabot's stuff, I don't own Coca Cola, I don't own Stella D'oro, I don't own Frosted Flakes, and I don't own you. Congratulations!
Author's Note: People love me people love me!!!!! Hey, loving people, I wrote more for you because you love me and I love you because you love me. This is better than double overtime at the Krusty Krab! This one goes kind of off-track from the story, and I kind of couldn't resist some of the weird humor stuff I put in here. Don't take any of it offensively, I just got really bored.
Monday, December 31st, 8:00 am, the loft
AHH! I've been running around the house for three hours Lemon-Pledging things and trying to figure out if the blow-dryer has a reverse, because the vacuum broke (turns out it's been broken for three months. Did Mom think to tell me this? As if). I need a break. Maybe I'll make some powdered iced tea or something....yeah...
9:00 AM, the loft
Oh my God! I just had the best poetic inspiration over some instant iced tea while listening to the Backstreet Boys. Ok, here goes nothing:
Michael
By Mia Thermopolis
You love me,
I love you,
We'll stick together
And when you're not here and I think about you too much and I get woozly about the thought of you and I feel blue
But when you're around
I'm in my own little land
Where the cats are skinny
And grandmothers understand
My heart goes through
A wonderful sensation
And I know that with you
I'll reach self-actualization
I wish Lemon Pledge
Smelled like you
Without you I don't
Know what I'd do
The only thing better
Would be if my breasts were super-sized
So let's get together
And be psycho-analyzed.
What do you think??
Was that good, or WHAT!!!!!!!???????
10:00 AM, the loft
Ok, I've finished my iced tea. I should probably get back to cleaning now. I have a lot to do.
11:00 AM, the loft
Did you know that it's impossible to lick your elbow? I've been trying for the last half an hour, and no luck.
11:30 AM, the loft
Oh, I was SO close that time!!!
12:00 AM
My mother just woke up. She wanted to know what I was doing, but I couldn't answer because she ran away with her hand over her mouth. Honestly, the pregnancy thing is really cutting into our conversations lately.
And now I should get back to cleaning.
1:00 PM
Mr. G just went out for some stomach stuff for my mother to try and control my mother's puking, because she's wretched so much in the past hour that I started to get scared that she'd barf out the baby. I have no idea if that's possible, but we can't take any chances. THIS IS MY FUTURE BROTHER/SISTER!!!!!
I should go hold her hair back until Mr. G comes back.
1:30 PM
Mr. Gianini just called to say he got a flat tire, and the tow truck's stuck in the snow, so it might take a while for him to get back.
Well. He's having a lucky day, huh?
I guess I'll have to put my cleaning aside and play the role of THE GOOD DAUGHTER!
I am so sure. Wasn't it me who pulled the fire alarm at school a week and a half ago? And stepped on Lana's cell phone? And smashed a King Cone into her dry-clean only sweater? And wasn't it me that never told my best friend that I'm going out with her brother?
I've said it before and I'll say it again: if anyone's fit to be a princess, it certainly isn't me.
2:30 PM
Mr. G's home. Now I can finally clean the house. You'd think people here would understand that you have to clean because you're BOYFRIEND'S coming over, and you'd rather give him the false impression that you live a tidy life instead of living the way I prefer to.
Although he probably already knows this on account of the fact that he tutors me in Algebra, and my columns go practically all over the page.
3:30
What I've gotten done:
1. Cleaned litter box
2. Taken dirty dishes out of living room
3. Washed dirty dishes from living room, as well as all other dirty dishes
4. Taken keys from Fat Louie's stash after distracting him with catnip and locking him in room
4:30
5. Called limo and told them to arrive at 9 to pick Mom and Mr. G up
6. Blown up blow-dryer
7. Thrown away blow dryer pieces
4:45
8. Called supermarket and placed delivery:
Jefferson Market
The freshest produce--guaranteed
Fast, Free Delivery
Order no. 8049
1 bottle Sparkling Cider
1 Cake
1 box Stella D'oro cookies
1 package microwave artificial butter popcorn
2 cans cat food in Chicken and Tuna Feast (flaked) and Ocean Fish Feast (flaked)
1 box dry cat food
1 box Coca Cola
1 quart skim milk
1 bag assorted nuts
1 bow Frosted Flakes
1 roll toilet paper
1 hair blow dryer
Deliver to:
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
5:00
9. Emptied out closet onto bed, trying to find the right thing to wear.
6:00
Jeans and my comfy turtle-neck sweater should be fine. Right?
6:15
Ok. So I put my clothes on my chair because knowing my luck, I'll just dirty them up anyway. For that matter, I'll probably shouldn't do my hair and make-up now, either. I'll do that all around 8:45. Yeah. You can't do much damage in fifteen minutes, right??
I think I'll just take a little nap now, since I've been up since three, running around the hou
7:11
Lilly just called me and woke me up.
Lilly: Hey, you gonna come over or what?
Me: What??
Lilly: MIA! I asked you right when you came home from Genovia if you wanted to come over for New Year's!
Me: Uhhhh....
Because I DID vaguely remember Lilly asking me that on the phone while I was dazing, thinking about Michael.
Thinking about MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER WHILE SHE TALKED TO ME.
Now or never. I had to tell her.
Me: Um...Lilly, I have something to tell you.
Lilly: (let out an aggravated shriek) I KNEW you'd forget! I just knew it! It's like you've had no time for me lately! Forget it, I don't need you. I'll just call Boris.
And then she hung up.
Great.
Author's Note: People love me people love me!!!!! Hey, loving people, I wrote more for you because you love me and I love you because you love me. This is better than double overtime at the Krusty Krab! This one goes kind of off-track from the story, and I kind of couldn't resist some of the weird humor stuff I put in here. Don't take any of it offensively, I just got really bored.
Monday, December 31st, 8:00 am, the loft
AHH! I've been running around the house for three hours Lemon-Pledging things and trying to figure out if the blow-dryer has a reverse, because the vacuum broke (turns out it's been broken for three months. Did Mom think to tell me this? As if). I need a break. Maybe I'll make some powdered iced tea or something....yeah...
9:00 AM, the loft
Oh my God! I just had the best poetic inspiration over some instant iced tea while listening to the Backstreet Boys. Ok, here goes nothing:
Michael
By Mia Thermopolis
You love me,
I love you,
We'll stick together
And when you're not here and I think about you too much and I get woozly about the thought of you and I feel blue
But when you're around
I'm in my own little land
Where the cats are skinny
And grandmothers understand
My heart goes through
A wonderful sensation
And I know that with you
I'll reach self-actualization
I wish Lemon Pledge
Smelled like you
Without you I don't
Know what I'd do
The only thing better
Would be if my breasts were super-sized
So let's get together
And be psycho-analyzed.
What do you think??
Was that good, or WHAT!!!!!!!???????
10:00 AM, the loft
Ok, I've finished my iced tea. I should probably get back to cleaning now. I have a lot to do.
11:00 AM, the loft
Did you know that it's impossible to lick your elbow? I've been trying for the last half an hour, and no luck.
11:30 AM, the loft
Oh, I was SO close that time!!!
12:00 AM
My mother just woke up. She wanted to know what I was doing, but I couldn't answer because she ran away with her hand over her mouth. Honestly, the pregnancy thing is really cutting into our conversations lately.
And now I should get back to cleaning.
1:00 PM
Mr. G just went out for some stomach stuff for my mother to try and control my mother's puking, because she's wretched so much in the past hour that I started to get scared that she'd barf out the baby. I have no idea if that's possible, but we can't take any chances. THIS IS MY FUTURE BROTHER/SISTER!!!!!
I should go hold her hair back until Mr. G comes back.
1:30 PM
Mr. Gianini just called to say he got a flat tire, and the tow truck's stuck in the snow, so it might take a while for him to get back.
Well. He's having a lucky day, huh?
I guess I'll have to put my cleaning aside and play the role of THE GOOD DAUGHTER!
I am so sure. Wasn't it me who pulled the fire alarm at school a week and a half ago? And stepped on Lana's cell phone? And smashed a King Cone into her dry-clean only sweater? And wasn't it me that never told my best friend that I'm going out with her brother?
I've said it before and I'll say it again: if anyone's fit to be a princess, it certainly isn't me.
2:30 PM
Mr. G's home. Now I can finally clean the house. You'd think people here would understand that you have to clean because you're BOYFRIEND'S coming over, and you'd rather give him the false impression that you live a tidy life instead of living the way I prefer to.
Although he probably already knows this on account of the fact that he tutors me in Algebra, and my columns go practically all over the page.
3:30
What I've gotten done:
1. Cleaned litter box
2. Taken dirty dishes out of living room
3. Washed dirty dishes from living room, as well as all other dirty dishes
4. Taken keys from Fat Louie's stash after distracting him with catnip and locking him in room
4:30
5. Called limo and told them to arrive at 9 to pick Mom and Mr. G up
6. Blown up blow-dryer
7. Thrown away blow dryer pieces
4:45
8. Called supermarket and placed delivery:
Jefferson Market
The freshest produce--guaranteed
Fast, Free Delivery
Order no. 8049
1 bottle Sparkling Cider
1 Cake
1 box Stella D'oro cookies
1 package microwave artificial butter popcorn
2 cans cat food in Chicken and Tuna Feast (flaked) and Ocean Fish Feast (flaked)
1 box dry cat food
1 box Coca Cola
1 quart skim milk
1 bag assorted nuts
1 bow Frosted Flakes
1 roll toilet paper
1 hair blow dryer
Deliver to:
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
5:00
9. Emptied out closet onto bed, trying to find the right thing to wear.
6:00
Jeans and my comfy turtle-neck sweater should be fine. Right?
6:15
Ok. So I put my clothes on my chair because knowing my luck, I'll just dirty them up anyway. For that matter, I'll probably shouldn't do my hair and make-up now, either. I'll do that all around 8:45. Yeah. You can't do much damage in fifteen minutes, right??
I think I'll just take a little nap now, since I've been up since three, running around the hou
7:11
Lilly just called me and woke me up.
Lilly: Hey, you gonna come over or what?
Me: What??
Lilly: MIA! I asked you right when you came home from Genovia if you wanted to come over for New Year's!
Me: Uhhhh....
Because I DID vaguely remember Lilly asking me that on the phone while I was dazing, thinking about Michael.
Thinking about MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER WHILE SHE TALKED TO ME.
Now or never. I had to tell her.
Me: Um...Lilly, I have something to tell you.
Lilly: (let out an aggravated shriek) I KNEW you'd forget! I just knew it! It's like you've had no time for me lately! Forget it, I don't need you. I'll just call Boris.
And then she hung up.
Great.