Disclaimer: Meg Cabot's property, I own Jeremy...blah blah blah...
Author's Note: AHH! AHH! AHH! I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN! I keep apologizing but it doesn't seem to help! I'm such a bad word! Don't you hate it when people talk in exclamation points!
Saturday, January 12, 12:23 PM
Thank God I don't have to go to school today with this monstrosity of a haircut. I was considering transferring...but now i don't have to. Because it's Saturday. Wonderful, glorious Saturday.
Ahh.
2:56, the Loft
Lana just called, telling me she saw me talking to "that hot French guy" in the halls and wanted me to introduce her to him.
"That hot French guy" meaning Jeremy, of course.
I don't really know why, but I'm totally uncomfortable with the thought of Jeremy and Lana meeting.
5:36, the Loft
I'm really bored.
5:45, still in the Loft
FtLouie: MICHAEL!
CracKing: MIA!
CracKing: What's up?
FtLouie: My hair.
CracKing: Well...yeah...I guess that's up...
FtLouie: Noo! My Hair. What do you think of my hair?
CracKing: I already told you that you look amazing.
FtLouie: Yeah well...I don't believe you.
CracKing: Shut up, Mia. You're beautiful.
CracKing has signed off at 5:51 PM.
CracKing has signed on at 5:52 PM.
FtLouie: Did you get bumped or something?
CracKing: No, I was trying to make a dramatic exit but it was hard parting from the internet for so long.
Sunday, January 13, the limo back home
Grandmére stopped by today.
And somehow, even though I haven't talked to her since the Paolo incident, she dragged my into a New York church, which she pronounced after the mass was "dreadful."
Honestly, why doesn't she go back to Genovia? I'm totally not stopping her.
8:36 PM, The Loft
Just got back from Paolo's. This time, it was by choice that I went. I called Grandmére and told her that if he didn't do anything about my hair, I'd bite my nails at the next Royal Genovian banquet I was forced to go to. She hung up on me.
But then, three minutes later, a car screeched outside, and our buzzer rang, and it was Grandmére.
So now it doesn't look as bad. Do I like it now? As if!
I never thought I'd say this, but I really wish i had my plain-old-Mia, yield sign hair back.
Author's Note: AHH! AHH! AHH! I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN! I keep apologizing but it doesn't seem to help! I'm such a bad word! Don't you hate it when people talk in exclamation points!
Saturday, January 12, 12:23 PM
Thank God I don't have to go to school today with this monstrosity of a haircut. I was considering transferring...but now i don't have to. Because it's Saturday. Wonderful, glorious Saturday.
Ahh.
2:56, the Loft
Lana just called, telling me she saw me talking to "that hot French guy" in the halls and wanted me to introduce her to him.
"That hot French guy" meaning Jeremy, of course.
I don't really know why, but I'm totally uncomfortable with the thought of Jeremy and Lana meeting.
5:36, the Loft
I'm really bored.
5:45, still in the Loft
FtLouie: MICHAEL!
CracKing: MIA!
CracKing: What's up?
FtLouie: My hair.
CracKing: Well...yeah...I guess that's up...
FtLouie: Noo! My Hair. What do you think of my hair?
CracKing: I already told you that you look amazing.
FtLouie: Yeah well...I don't believe you.
CracKing: Shut up, Mia. You're beautiful.
CracKing has signed off at 5:51 PM.
CracKing has signed on at 5:52 PM.
FtLouie: Did you get bumped or something?
CracKing: No, I was trying to make a dramatic exit but it was hard parting from the internet for so long.
Sunday, January 13, the limo back home
Grandmére stopped by today.
And somehow, even though I haven't talked to her since the Paolo incident, she dragged my into a New York church, which she pronounced after the mass was "dreadful."
Honestly, why doesn't she go back to Genovia? I'm totally not stopping her.
8:36 PM, The Loft
Just got back from Paolo's. This time, it was by choice that I went. I called Grandmére and told her that if he didn't do anything about my hair, I'd bite my nails at the next Royal Genovian banquet I was forced to go to. She hung up on me.
But then, three minutes later, a car screeched outside, and our buzzer rang, and it was Grandmére.
So now it doesn't look as bad. Do I like it now? As if!
I never thought I'd say this, but I really wish i had my plain-old-Mia, yield sign hair back.