A/N: Sorry it's been so dang long since I've updated! Geez, I forgot how little time I have to do this….. I've got school work. Come on, people! TEN DAYS LEFT! I DON'T NEED ANYTHING FRICKIN REPORT!!!!!

Have to do fanfic, noooooooo gotta do William Blake report. Have to do fanfic, nooooooo gotta do Gutenberg report. GRRR.

I got a birdy. Prettiest birdy in the world. Bright blue, black ridges and head stripes…. Oooo, pretty.

Parakeet. (Or Parrakeet if you're in Europe, and budgie if you're in Australia.) Her name is Sydney. Sydney Avalon. Awwwwwwwwww. Okay, enough with the fawning…..

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October 12, 2002, The Loft

Okay, awaiting countdown sequence….. 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! LIFTOFF!!!!!

Okay, stupid thingy didn't work.

Have I ever told you that I'm an impatient waiter?

I'm waiting for Lilly's stupid plan to go into stupid action. JUST LIFT OFF ALREADY YOU FREAKIN IMBOCICLIC PLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's happening. She's really going to do it. The question is when. I've been waiting all day long. Alllll day long.

Even stupid in-love Michael noticed it!

Michael: What's up with you today?

Me: Nothing.

Michael: Okay…. (kisses me)

Michael: Why'd you pull away?

Me: What?

Michael: You pulled away when I was kissing you. What's wrong?

Me: Nothing! And if someone accuses me of being high on cough syrup ONE MORE TIME I will murder you in your sleep!

Lilly: Jeez, Mia! What's up with you?

Me: NOTHING! (giving her meaningful look)

Lilly: Why are you glaring at me?

Michael: Are you trying to give Lilly your meaningful look? You know it's not meaningful…. What do you know, Lilly?
Lilly: Oh, was that what that glarey thing was? No offense, Mia, but you've GOT to work on your facial expressions. They're pathetic.

Me: I DON'T HAVE TO WORK ON MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS!

Michael: Lilly? Mia? Will somebody tell me what's going on?

Lilly: You'll find out soon enough.

Michael: I don't wanna find out soon enough! I wanna find out now!

Lilly: Jeez, Michael, working on your spoiled brat impression?
Michael: Mia, are you breaking up with me?

Me: What? No!!!

Michael: Then what's going on? Why'd you try to give Lilly a meaningful look?

Me: I was… I was just… um…. I think I'm going to throw up!

And so I went running from the room. All my problems seem to be solved by running to the bathroom. I think I like the bathroom. It's a cheery place to be, actually. With the sun reflecting off the mirrors, and the smell of that grainy painful soap they have. The hustle and bustle of the people putting on makeup, flushing toilets, complaining loudly. The bells reverberating and practically deafening you…..

What am I talking about? I hate the bathroom!

LATER

Lilly brought the tape! She did it! She did it and brought the tape!

OMG!

Okay, okay, okay, okay. It's starting. I'll write down what happens as I'm watching….

Fuzzy screen.

Close up of Lilly. Lilly: I will now begin what I like to call…. Project Delusional Ramblings……..

Walking to Michael's room, barging in without knocking, Michael on the internet, checking email.

Michael: Get out, Lilly.

Lilly: As soon as you answer my questions.

M: Get out, Lilly.

L: As soon as you answer my questions.

M: Get out, Lilly!
L: As soon as you answer my questions!

M: Ge-

L: AS SOON AS YOU ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!
M: Grrr. Fine. Shoot.

L: Q1: How attached are you to your last name?

M: What?

L: Your last name. Moscovitz. How attached are you to it? Would you consider changing it?

M: What kind of question is that?

L: I'll leave as soon as you ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!

M: I dunno. Maybe. That all?
L: No. How attached are you to your US citizenship?

M: It's fine, I like it. GO AMERICA. That all?
L: You mean you wouldn't consider giving it up?

M: I'd consider it, maybe. What's this about, and why are you taping me?
L: I ASK THE QUESTIONS!
M: OKAY. Fine.

Okay, tired of writing stuff down.

LATER

Answered all questions correctly!

Drs. Moscovitz came home, and called Lilly downstairs. Leaving camera.

Michael looks after Lilly. Shakes head. Goes back to computer. Opens email.

I feel nosy, I can see all his stuff. This is a really good camera…. I should buy one of these. Or install them in Genovia's guard system. That'd be cool…

Wait a second…. What kind of email is that?!?!

TO: CracKing

FROM: Sk8erBoi

SUBJECT: PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS

Hello, again! My little princess sure is lucky, to have a big strong man like you taking care of her….

It's not luck, so much, really… I basically put you there…. I'm pretty powerful, huh? Orchestra a little scheme, get the guy his girl, only problem is, an innocent person's in jail because of it!!!!

Got conscience much?

SK8

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OKAY CONFUSED, MUCH????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!