Disclaimer: The Princess Diaries belongs to Meg Cabot.
Author's Notes: Sorry this one is so late, I have the flu and just hadn't gotten around to it. Anyway...
Monday, January 14, G&T
Wow.
Apparently, my haircut is amazing. More than that--it's retro, it's cutting edge, it's fashionable, it's...
It's beautiful.
Or so all the cheerleaders and the jocks said when Lana insisted I sit at their table during lunch. I was okay with it this time because she told me I could bring anyone I wanted along with me to make it more comfortable. Tina Hakim Baba came along, and so did Jeremy. I asked Michael, but he just laughed like I told a good joke, refused, and told me he'd see me later.
I noticed Lilly staring enviously at me from my very old table, however. I started thinking she was only saying all that stuff about how being popular is bad for the immune system or whatever because she was actually jealous. Which reminded me of that fable we read once in third grade about the fox and the sour grapes.
Or maybe that was grapefruits.
Oh well.
Monday, January 15, 9:35 PM, The Loft
Michael just left.
Mom went to the doctor for a checkup on the thing growing inside her, and Mr. G was grading papers in his bedroom, so I called Michael and told him to come over to watch some TV with me.
"You know," he said, turning away from an episode of Happy Days I managed to find on HBO and towards me, "Lilly kinda misses you, and...I know you kinda miss Lilly."
"Yeah?" I said, not taking my eyes off the TV, but not really watching it either, "How do you figure that?"
"Oh, I don't know, Mia, you just...I don't know. I mean, Tina and Lana seem to make you happy and all, but you don't really seem...satisfied."
"Tina and Lana are very good friends."
"I didn't say they weren't."
I didn't say anything. Michael turned back to the TV and we watched the Fonz slap the jukebox.
"Hey, Michael?"
"Yes?"
"Does she still talk about me?"
Tuesday, January 15, Algebra
Why can't the numbers be the numbers, and the letters be the letters? Why do we have to mix everything up like this??
More Algebra
That wouldn't be segregation, would it?!?
More Algebra
That sounds like something Lilly would say. She'd probably diagnose me with rascism against numbers.
And that would be a joke, so we'd laugh.
Still Algebra
Michael's very right. I miss Lilly.
Author's Notes: Sorry this one is so late, I have the flu and just hadn't gotten around to it. Anyway...
Monday, January 14, G&T
Wow.
Apparently, my haircut is amazing. More than that--it's retro, it's cutting edge, it's fashionable, it's...
It's beautiful.
Or so all the cheerleaders and the jocks said when Lana insisted I sit at their table during lunch. I was okay with it this time because she told me I could bring anyone I wanted along with me to make it more comfortable. Tina Hakim Baba came along, and so did Jeremy. I asked Michael, but he just laughed like I told a good joke, refused, and told me he'd see me later.
I noticed Lilly staring enviously at me from my very old table, however. I started thinking she was only saying all that stuff about how being popular is bad for the immune system or whatever because she was actually jealous. Which reminded me of that fable we read once in third grade about the fox and the sour grapes.
Or maybe that was grapefruits.
Oh well.
Monday, January 15, 9:35 PM, The Loft
Michael just left.
Mom went to the doctor for a checkup on the thing growing inside her, and Mr. G was grading papers in his bedroom, so I called Michael and told him to come over to watch some TV with me.
"You know," he said, turning away from an episode of Happy Days I managed to find on HBO and towards me, "Lilly kinda misses you, and...I know you kinda miss Lilly."
"Yeah?" I said, not taking my eyes off the TV, but not really watching it either, "How do you figure that?"
"Oh, I don't know, Mia, you just...I don't know. I mean, Tina and Lana seem to make you happy and all, but you don't really seem...satisfied."
"Tina and Lana are very good friends."
"I didn't say they weren't."
I didn't say anything. Michael turned back to the TV and we watched the Fonz slap the jukebox.
"Hey, Michael?"
"Yes?"
"Does she still talk about me?"
Tuesday, January 15, Algebra
Why can't the numbers be the numbers, and the letters be the letters? Why do we have to mix everything up like this??
More Algebra
That wouldn't be segregation, would it?!?
More Algebra
That sounds like something Lilly would say. She'd probably diagnose me with rascism against numbers.
And that would be a joke, so we'd laugh.
Still Algebra
Michael's very right. I miss Lilly.