A/N Okay, so I haven't been posting as much as I should but you know, on the 18th, it was my birthday, on the 19th, I went to a New Moon premiere (EEEEEE.) On the 20th, I went on a weekend camping trip, on the 23rd, I had lots of homework, so, I did what I could, kay?

As I said above, Wednesday was my birthday! Yay! As a gift you could... I don't know... read and review my fanfics? There aren't that many! Come on, a girl only turns thirteen once! -pouts-

I don't own annyythiingg.


Friday, June 25, HWTUPN

Oh man, I think I broke Princess Emma.

The second we left for the hotel, she started jumping and hopping and laughing really loud and talking really fast.

I can't think of what I could of done that would have made her this hyper!

Okay, okay. Think.

Ignore Emma's loud music and bouncing off the walls-ness.

It must have been something she ate.

Alright, what did she have for dinner?

A slice of cheese pizza and- oh! Duh!

"Okay, what do you want to drink?" I asked.

"Um," Emma bit her lip, "Water?"

"Emma, what do you want?"

"I want a coke but Andrew says I'm not aloud to drink soda ever again."

I looked at her incredulously, than turned to the waitress.

"She'll take a coke."

Stupid!

There was a reason she wasn't aloud to have caffeine!

I'll just have to find a way to calm her down.

Saturday, June 25, Limo to Grandmere's

So I did eventually get Emma to calm down.

I made her promise to never let me let her drink soda again.

She told me that didn't make sense.

I told her she had to promise anyways.

She said she wouldn't drink soda in my presence again if I told her about me.

I told her that that was a weird request, but it was a deal.

I was telling her about my finding out I was a princess when I accidentally let it slip that I had a diary.

She totally freaked out-still being hyper and all- and demanded to see it.

I told her not a chance so she said "At least tell me what you wrote in them."

I tried to tell the kind of things I wrote in my Diary, but that's not easy. So I gave her some exampes. And somehow, Emma got me to spill everything. Everything that I wrote in any of my diaries ever.

From my kiss with Josh Ritcher to Boris's mouth-breatherness.

I might as well had just given her all the filled journals I had wrote in.

But it worked. By the time I got to my finishing college, Emma was sleeping-on the floor because she says she likes hotel carpeting.

In the morning, Princess Lola was coming to pick Emma up and the limo was coming to get me.

Emma said that my life was fascinating and that I should write a book about it.

I said, "Um, it's not that interesting."

And she went, "Oh please, Mia. Your life is dazzling." Then she smiled real big and giggled for a reason she wouldn't tell me.

"What I don't understand is," Emma finished after my trying to get her to spill about her random happy momment, "You and Michael. You sound as if you were perfect for each other. I don't understand why you would break it off."

I told Emma it was complicated.

She said that that was a lie.

Just then, Princes Lola showed up and said my limo was waiting for me.

Emma and I hugged and promised to hang out again on Monday.

Uh, oh. We just pulled up to the plaza and I have to tell Grandmere that Emma didn't tell me a thing.

Here we go.

Saturday, June 25, My room

That didn't go very well at all.

Grandmere freaked out.

Our very loud conversation went like this:

Grandmere: So, Amelia, what have you learned?

Me: Um, why does it matter?

Grandmere: I hardly see why that is your business. Now, what is the truth?

Me: -nose flaring- The little brat wouldn't spill, Grandmere.

Grandmere: You are lying.

Me: I am not!

Grandmere: Oh please, Amelia! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with this! You have done the worst thing possible! You have befriended the girl! And now, you probably know everything! But you will never tell me, will you?

Me: I have know idea what you're talking about.

Grandmere: Fool! This is important! Genovia needs this Amelia! We need the upper hand or Renoslia can destroy us!

Me: Whatever! If I tell you, Emma could get in huge trouble!

Grandmere: Oh! So now she is Emma? Little perfect Emma who's happiness you would trade the safety of your country?

Me: YOU. ARE. CRAZY.

Grandmere: -slaps- HOW DARE YOU?

Me: -holds cheek in surprise-

Grandmere: I AM YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND WILL BE TREATED AS SUCH.

Me: …

Grandmere: OBVIOUSLY, YOU ARE NOT READY TO BE A PRINCESS. LESSONS START ON MONDAY AFTERNOON.

Me: …

Grandmere: LEAVE. NOW.

That was unexpected.

But to end on a good note, yesterday was Rocky's last day of second grade!

Sunday, June 26, My Room

I'm still bored.

I called Jared, but it's Linda's birthday, and they always go out to lunch together on her birthday.

So, he's off limits for the day.

I called Tina, but she is going to visit her grandmother today.

I even called Emma, but she has some princess stuff to do.

Rock's idea of having summer fun is watching TV all day, which I would approve of, if Rocky didn't like watching the Discovery Channel all day.

I guess I'll just go on the computer.

Oooh, look! Michael's on!

FtLouie: Michael!

CracKing: Heyy, Thermopolis. How are you?

FtLouie: Borreed. ): And yourself?

CracKing: Oh, I've just been missing you like crazy.

FtLouie: Ha. Ha. Stop joking.

CracKing: Yeah. Joking.

FtLouie: How is Amanda?

(Amanda is Michael's annoying, brilliant, beautiful girlfriend)

CracKing: Annoying. I broke up with her.

FtLouie: I'm so sorry.

CracKing: Oh please, Thermopolis. You hated Amanda.

FtLouie: You are so right. I thought she was annoying too! I thought you should have broken off with her ages ago!

CracKing: Yeah. Well. How are you and Jared?

FtLouie: Same old, same old. I love him, he loves me back. You know, the usual.

CracKing: That's great! Well, I have to go, Mia. Talk to you later.

FtLouie: Kay!

Ever since we broke up, Michael has gotten back into the habit of calling me Thermopolis. But there are times when he would slip up, and call me Mia.

When he called me Mia, my heart gives a strange lurch and beats all loud. It's really weird, actually.

So I think I'm going to go lay down until my heart goes back to normal.