JULY 5th
I got drunk for the first time and I got into a fight with Pepper. Now I'm having to go to Paris for two weeks. Damn. Dad would have approved. He was ready to teach me how to drink. Instead of doing it at home with Dad like dad would have wanted, it happened at Tiffani Anderson's house. Everyone was doing it, because it's Malibu, a lot of these kids parents don't even care what their kids do. Pepper should be grateful I'm not smoking weed like a lot of these kids are doing. If it helps pepper, no it didn't numb away the pain of my father's disappearance. And it made me feel really bad in the morning. I called Phil when I was drunk apparently. He sent me a bouquet of flowers telling me he was sorry.
JULY 20th
I feel really bad because I'm supposed to be updating but I just don't feel like it. Is Paris magical and wonderful? Yes. Yes it is. But I wish Dad was here so he could enjoy it with me. Mom is trying to be nice. This is the first time in years that's she's been allowed to have me without Happy or a social worker taking notes every time she spoke. Okay that's a lie; Happy is here with me but only because as said before, Happy is now my bodyguard. Wherever I go he goes.
I finally asked mom why I didn't live with her anymore. She's still slightly angry about it. Apparently when I was little, I got sick. I don't remember what I got sick with, I just did. Mono? The flu? It got bad. I got it in Mexico, where mom was on her honeymoon (with Trevor, with whom she's divorced. I don't even remember the guy). Apparently Dad was out of the country when she got on the honeymoon and because "he never stepped up really to be a dad, not since we lived in So-Caul." I got sick, pepper got wind of it. The shared custody became sole custody. Mom never fought it because "your father has better lawyers than I ever did"
I feel sorry for her. I feel sorry that she's trying to make me feel bad for her mistake.
I do remember being in the hospital, Dad came in, gave me a teddy bear, balloons and a tub of strawberry ice cream. He sat on the bed with me, talked about life and ate the entire tub with me. I remember falling asleep while we watched Mary poppins, during the part where Mary has the kids and is trying to keep them awake as they fly over London.
JULY 27th
On the way home from Paris. Mom was ready to force me to stay, make me go to one of those American style schools, the ones the ambassador kids and military kids go to, but I stood my ground. I told her no. I didn't want to leave Malibu, not until I know about dad. She said some mean things about him. Like how he wanted a test to see if I was actually his. That he 'intentionally' didn't attend my birth out of spite for me 'ruining his life'. I told her I don't think I ruined his life: I ruined her life, because she's being very immature about everything. I don't need her in life. Goodbye Jessica Lee aka MOM.
JULY 29th
Obie stopped by, telling me I needed to sign the placeholders into place. He says it's perfectly legal for me to put him 100% in charge just in case that dad is actually dead. He said he would be willing to turn the company over once I graduate from college and help me out and everything. He tried to tell me stocks are failing because of dad not being there but our stocks are higher than they've ever been. I told him I needed to wait six months. If there were more than six months without any proof of life, I would start the necessary paperwork.
I miss Dad :/