Disclaimer: The Princess Diaries is the Sole Property of Meg Cabot and Anyone Else Who Says So Is A Big Fat Doufus.
Author's Notes: I'm-so-sorry-I-have-all-this-schoolwork-and-I-forgot-about-how-dumb-I-am-for-not-writing-this-sooner-and-I-suck. I hope that helps.
Sorry I couldn't have Mia and Michael eating the lime jello. There's lime jello in here, but i only met you halfway. Apologies!!
Friday, January 11, On the way to school
THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!
Still Friday, Algebra
a+b= a postive
-a+b = a postive
a+(-b) = a negative
-a +(-b)= a negative
...I hate a almost as much as I hate b.
Oh...and I'm failing again.
Still Algebra
...Ohmygod! I just realized that Mr. Frank is going bald.
Not that I should talk.
More Friday, G&T
I totally pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a nightmare. Michael saw me, and informed me that this was, in fact, reality.
As if!
Ok, so maybe I should fill you in on why I'm being such a Grumpy Smurf. Yesterday...not only was I forced into a surprise visit with Grandma, she took me to see Paolo again.
"Off," he said, waving his cigarette around like an annoying ferris wheel, "It all must go."
Apparently, I "broke" my hair. I guess it's something only a deranged grandmother and a guy with an unbelievably fake French accent would know about, because it "all must go."
And, oh boy, it went.
And he put all this crap that looked like lime jello in my hair, and chopped it all off! And now, I basically look like a demented pixie. You should have seen Lana's face when she saw it. She took one look at me and cracked up in a way that only Lana can.
I totally planned to wear a hat today, but Principal Gupta saw it and confiscated it.
But not before Jeremy saw me in the hall with it. He said it was totally creative, and that he'd never seen anything like it.
That is...hat, not the haircut.
Thank God he didn't see the haircut. I definitly don't want him to see it.
I mean, I don't want anyone to!
I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Saturday, 6:30 PM
I spent lunch in the art room, painting, so I wouldn't be forced to show my face in public more than the bare minimum.
Miss McDougal said it looked really cute, which was totally nice of her, even if it WAS a lie.
Now I'm TOTALLY jealous of Britney. Not only do I want her breasts, but I want her long hair, too.
7:00 PM
Mr. G kept grinning all day, whenever he saw me. Finally, I caught on.
"What...is it that hair, Mr. G? THE HAIR?"
"Why--" smirk, "No, Mia...where did you get...that idea?"
I got really mad at him right then, with him laughing at my hair, and failing me and all, so I went, "You know what, Mr. Gianini? I really don't believe you're an authority on hair, especially since you're balding."
Author's Notes: I'm-so-sorry-I-have-all-this-schoolwork-and-I-forgot-about-how-dumb-I-am-for-not-writing-this-sooner-and-I-suck. I hope that helps.
Sorry I couldn't have Mia and Michael eating the lime jello. There's lime jello in here, but i only met you halfway. Apologies!!
Friday, January 11, On the way to school
THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!
Still Friday, Algebra
a+b= a postive
-a+b = a postive
a+(-b) = a negative
-a +(-b)= a negative
...I hate a almost as much as I hate b.
Oh...and I'm failing again.
Still Algebra
...Ohmygod! I just realized that Mr. Frank is going bald.
Not that I should talk.
More Friday, G&T
I totally pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a nightmare. Michael saw me, and informed me that this was, in fact, reality.
As if!
Ok, so maybe I should fill you in on why I'm being such a Grumpy Smurf. Yesterday...not only was I forced into a surprise visit with Grandma, she took me to see Paolo again.
"Off," he said, waving his cigarette around like an annoying ferris wheel, "It all must go."
Apparently, I "broke" my hair. I guess it's something only a deranged grandmother and a guy with an unbelievably fake French accent would know about, because it "all must go."
And, oh boy, it went.
And he put all this crap that looked like lime jello in my hair, and chopped it all off! And now, I basically look like a demented pixie. You should have seen Lana's face when she saw it. She took one look at me and cracked up in a way that only Lana can.
I totally planned to wear a hat today, but Principal Gupta saw it and confiscated it.
But not before Jeremy saw me in the hall with it. He said it was totally creative, and that he'd never seen anything like it.
That is...hat, not the haircut.
Thank God he didn't see the haircut. I definitly don't want him to see it.
I mean, I don't want anyone to!
I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Saturday, 6:30 PM
I spent lunch in the art room, painting, so I wouldn't be forced to show my face in public more than the bare minimum.
Miss McDougal said it looked really cute, which was totally nice of her, even if it WAS a lie.
Now I'm TOTALLY jealous of Britney. Not only do I want her breasts, but I want her long hair, too.
7:00 PM
Mr. G kept grinning all day, whenever he saw me. Finally, I caught on.
"What...is it that hair, Mr. G? THE HAIR?"
"Why--" smirk, "No, Mia...where did you get...that idea?"
I got really mad at him right then, with him laughing at my hair, and failing me and all, so I went, "You know what, Mr. Gianini? I really don't believe you're an authority on hair, especially since you're balding."