Disclaimer: None of these characters except Miss McDougal and belong to me. Oh--and although I may write like Meg Cabot, I'm not her. So...no autographs. hahaha.
Author's Note: OMG!! YOU PEOPLE ROCK SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU TIMES TEN BILLION! I can't believe I'm getting so much positive feedback! I feel so...uplifted! Thankoo, thankoo! Now shhh. I should be doing my algebra. Mommy don't know.
Tuesday, January 8, G&T
I spent my lunch period in the art room today. Michael's a little upset with me because he couldn't find me.
Oh, well. Meanwhile, My art teacher, Miss McDougal, LOVES my work!! I ended up finishing the painting of Fat Louie, and she put it on an easel near her desk! She wants me to start on a van Gogh landscape. I've come to like his work, but i get the feeling he wasn't a very nice person. I mean...to cut off your own ear? Umm...ew!
And oh, my God...I totally forgot to tell you!! My mom stopped puking all over the loft!!
Yessss!!
Wednesday, January 9, 5:00 PM, the loft
I was talking to Michael online. He was really enthused about my interest in painting. He says I'm "expanding my artistic side."
FtLouie: Um..are you calling me fat?
I was just kidding, of course, but he went crazy, telling me how not-fat i was.
So anyway, I was telling him all about this kid who was in the art room, Jeremy. He's a sophomore, and he's in the chess club.
CracKing: Hahaha...the chess club? That's even worse for your social status than the computer club!"
I was all, since when does Michael care about his social status?
But anyway, he's really nice, and he's TOTALLY French. He even lived in Paris until he was twelve!
CracKing: Hey...i can speak French, too, you know!"
FtLouie: Since when do you speak French? As if!
CracKing: Au contraire, mi amoor!
Which was SO cute of him. Even if his French IS atrocious.
...Atrocious. You like that word? I got it from Lily.
When I used to be friends with her.
Unfortuneatly, I had to sign off just then because I told Tina Hakim Baba I'd call her today. I totally haven't gotten much time to talk to her lately.
OK. I'm gonna go down to my mom's studio with her. I want to paint with her and stuff.
Thursday, January 10, Homeroom
This morning, Mr. G was all, "Mia, do you need help with your homework? I'm a little concerned about your grades. They're slipping a little bit."
I was all in shock, because I'd done my homework everyday this week. And I still have algebra after-school help that I'm still forced to go to.
So I just went, "No...I know the material, Mr--Frank. Area, planes, PEMDAS, 1/4. Got it all."
And he was just like, "Ok. If you say so."
Duh. Of course I say so.
Author's Note: OMG!! YOU PEOPLE ROCK SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU TIMES TEN BILLION! I can't believe I'm getting so much positive feedback! I feel so...uplifted! Thankoo, thankoo! Now shhh. I should be doing my algebra. Mommy don't know.
Tuesday, January 8, G&T
I spent my lunch period in the art room today. Michael's a little upset with me because he couldn't find me.
Oh, well. Meanwhile, My art teacher, Miss McDougal, LOVES my work!! I ended up finishing the painting of Fat Louie, and she put it on an easel near her desk! She wants me to start on a van Gogh landscape. I've come to like his work, but i get the feeling he wasn't a very nice person. I mean...to cut off your own ear? Umm...ew!
And oh, my God...I totally forgot to tell you!! My mom stopped puking all over the loft!!
Yessss!!
Wednesday, January 9, 5:00 PM, the loft
I was talking to Michael online. He was really enthused about my interest in painting. He says I'm "expanding my artistic side."
FtLouie: Um..are you calling me fat?
I was just kidding, of course, but he went crazy, telling me how not-fat i was.
So anyway, I was telling him all about this kid who was in the art room, Jeremy. He's a sophomore, and he's in the chess club.
CracKing: Hahaha...the chess club? That's even worse for your social status than the computer club!"
I was all, since when does Michael care about his social status?
But anyway, he's really nice, and he's TOTALLY French. He even lived in Paris until he was twelve!
CracKing: Hey...i can speak French, too, you know!"
FtLouie: Since when do you speak French? As if!
CracKing: Au contraire, mi amoor!
Which was SO cute of him. Even if his French IS atrocious.
...Atrocious. You like that word? I got it from Lily.
When I used to be friends with her.
Unfortuneatly, I had to sign off just then because I told Tina Hakim Baba I'd call her today. I totally haven't gotten much time to talk to her lately.
OK. I'm gonna go down to my mom's studio with her. I want to paint with her and stuff.
Thursday, January 10, Homeroom
This morning, Mr. G was all, "Mia, do you need help with your homework? I'm a little concerned about your grades. They're slipping a little bit."
I was all in shock, because I'd done my homework everyday this week. And I still have algebra after-school help that I'm still forced to go to.
So I just went, "No...I know the material, Mr--Frank. Area, planes, PEMDAS, 1/4. Got it all."
And he was just like, "Ok. If you say so."
Duh. Of course I say so.