A/N: I had this urge to write before I go to my grandma's for Easter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or any of the Hilary Duff songs mentioned in this chapter.

P.S. I myself don't think the poor children in India are gross. No way, I would never think that.

November 17th

The other day I was on the Oprah Winfrey Show! She is way cool. I wore the best outfit, too! It was a blue tank top with a black jean jacket, and matching jeans with rips in the knees. I also wore silver jewellery and my hair was up in a messy bun. I had the smokey eye look done on me and I wore pink lip gloss. Those and the foundation and blush cost about 110 dollars all together. Wow! But I looked like a total rock star, and that was the best part! I got interviewed and then performed two songs, Do You Want Me? and Anywhere But Here. When I sang ABH I felt like there were hundreds of Gordos in the audience and that I was singing to him. I think I'm in love! I gotta tell him before he goes back to California tomorrow.

Gordo is now two inches taller than me, and he's got some awesome muscles. When Gordo and I were snuggling up on the couch together back home, Miranda seemed pretty jealous. Hey, she's got Tudgeman-with his lame shirt and greasy hair-she should be happy with what she's got.

Thanksgiving is coming up, and I screamed and cried for the rest of the day after I found out that I couldn't spend it back home with my family. I have to go to some crappy orhpanage in India or something to do a show to raise money for the orphans. You know, the kinds you see on TV? With the bugs in their eyes and rags for clothes? The ugly babies screeching? Yuck. I'm gonna actually have to hold onto one of those things while little kids pull at my legs, when I could be back home in Hillridge, sitting around a huge table with my parents, brother, boyfriend, boyfriend's family, best friend and her family, eating turkey and cranberry sauce that I had helped make myself...

I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.

I weighed myself earlier today because I'm starting to look like a twig. I weigh about 82 pounds, and back in July I was 115. Coolness! I'm sooo skinny! The only thing that sucks is that my breasts shrunk about three cup sizes. I'm like, an A. I miss all the attention from the guys.

December 10th

How long has it been since I last wrote in here? I've been super busy. India wasn't so bad. The worst partwas that I forgot Matt's birthday! I was down in Los Angeles, after my trip to India, when I remembered. So I sent my bodyguard to the gift shop to purchase a gift basket. The next week Matt called, thanking me for the present, but wanted to know why I got him deoderant for women and strawberry body wash. How ungrateful! I spent a long time thinking about his gift, and that's what I get! Hmph.

I'm going to do a new single soon. The song is going to be Bubblegum, a song about how this girl's boyfriend's lips taste like bubblegum. Yummy.

I'm going to another awards show tonight. What Dreams are Made Of is nominated for Best Female Song and I am nominated for Best Break-Out Star of 2004. I might not win. If I don't, I cry all night.

December 13th

I WON BEST BREAK-OUT STAR OF THE YEAR!

Does that mean I'm the best?

I heart fame.

December 20th

Five days until Christmas! I bought Gordo the perfect gift. Silk boxers. He'll love them.

Today my body guard and my manager went shopping. I wanted to stop for lunch somewhere but they wouldn't let me. I demanded that I was hungy so we went to some restaurant. I was right about to order a cheeseburger with ketchup, relish, mustard, pickles, and onions, and also a Shirley Temple to drinkbut my manager cut me off by ordering a plain salad with just a little bit of dressing and a water for me, and plate of spaghetti for herself. My bodyguard ordered the cheeseburger I wanted and a Coke. I am so hungry. I've been feeling hungry for days.

Lizzie McGuire's Weight Chart

July 20th-115 lb.
November 17th-82 lb.
December 20th-79 lb.

I even had to resort to stuffing my bra because my chest is like, gone. I look pretty bony, too. So later today my newly hired personal trainer will get me in shape.

Later on December 20th

My arm hurts so much I can hardly write. I just woke up from a nap. I worked out so much today with my trainer. I felt so weak that I collapsed while on the treadmill. Someone made an appointment at the doctor's for me tomorrow.

Must go, I'm really tired and want to get more sleep.