Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I don't own "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" or any of the information in it (i.e. the point system). I don't own Twilight either. I don't own Confessions of Georgia Nicolson, or the characters. I do own the plot.

Enjoyyyyyyy!

5:00pm

I've finished watching what is known as some of Billy Shakespeare's best work. I've laughed, I've cried, I've sung. But it wasn't because of Billy's play that I've laughed and cried, or that I've sung. And I will tell you one thing for free, I'm never doing it again.

2 minutes later

I laughed because Sven and Rosie acted out the, "But, soft! What light yonder window breaks PANTS?" scene. I cried because Sven thought it would be fun to stand on the table and then fall on me. And I've sung, because, well what is a depressing play without a sing-a-long or two?

Rollo, Jools, Ellen and Whel- Peter just left.

5 minutes later

Mabs and Edward came over. Edward had a purple wig on, with hair stick out everywhere, and Mabs was wearing one of those bald cap things. Kind of like what Uncle Eddie would wear if he had hair and wanted to look bald.

1 minute later

Which really wouldn't make sense, but it's also Uncle Eddie.

In the kitchen

Just more proof as to how un-normal my family is: Rosie has food in here.

2 minutes later

I feel like Charlie in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory only food wise (i.e. their kitchen is big, with a lot of cabinets…and food.)

Years of staring later

We decided to make macaroni and cheese.

20 minutes later

No one can ever say that Mabs, Rosie, and I can't cook. It's not our fault that the instructions weren't clear.

After Sven, Dave the Laugh, and Edward put the fire out, I said, "the directions were hard to follow. 'A cup' means a glass right?"

Mabs said, "And, maybe it's just us, but I didn't see where it told us to drain the water, or turn the stove off before adding the cheese, butter, and milk. And if they did, then they advertised it poorly."

Edward walked over to the dustbin and showed us the back of the box. He said, "It says it right here."

Rosie said, "No, it doesn't."

Edward said, "Yes, it does."

Rosie said, "No, it doesn't."

Edward said, "Yes, it-"

But he was cut off by Rosie, who threw a jammy dodger at him.

5 minutes later

We're seeing how many jammy dodgers Sven, Edward and Dave can catch in their mouths in a minute.

6:10pm

Sven caught 40.

6:12pm

Dave the Laugh, Edward, and Mabs just left.

6:15pm

I suggested Sven should try and get the jammy dodgers out of his furry tights before they got stuck there, but Rosie said they add a touch of "Je ne sais quoi!"

5 minutes later

She's eating them off his tights. Erlack.

6:25pm

I decided to go take a relaxing bath, and then go to bed.

Rosie said, "Gee, guys don't bubble baths, that's weird."

I said, "Have you seen your boyfriend?"

She said, "Good point."

In the loo

I'm not using any scented soaps, or bath beads, to keep up with the masculinity, only a few bubbles.

5 minutes later

Okay one bead.

10 minutes later

It's like bathing in perfume. Rosie's mum works at a spa, so they always have good smelling beautosity products.

Rosie's room

I figured I'd catch up some more on the boy mind.

Reading "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus".

5 minutes later

It explained a "point system"

Apparently if a boy does something for you, he thinks that it means a lot, and should count for a long amount of time, like buying you midget jems, or flowers. But girls take that was a simple thing, like they should do that a lot more.

Pretty much: Boys need to step it up on the gift giving front, and niceosityness.

I will have to tell the Ace Gang about this, because obviously the guys have not been living up to their duties.

2 minutes later

Well now that means we have to give them gifts.

1 minute later

Merde, the poor guys. Well, poor us.

Sunday August 21st

12:10am

Woke up the sound of yodeling.

1 minute later

Does Rosie really sleep with this on?

2 minutes later

Oh my giddygod! What is that?

There something hanging on the wall…it looks like it's sort of moving, like a hanging, breathing thing on a wall.

1 minute later

It's Rosie.

I said, "Rosie, why are you hanging upside down like a bat thing?"

Rosie said, "Because, I'm on Team Edward."

What fresh hell?

"I didn't know Edward had a team…you mean for footie?"

"No, he's a vampire."

"EDWARD' S A VAMPIRE? DOES MABS KNOW?"

"No, you twit! The Edward from Twilight!"

"What in the name of Lord Sandra's lippy are you talking about?"

"You know, Bella, Edward, Jacob..."

"That vampire werewolf watist?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well, then, goodnight."

"Not yet, if you haven't seen Twilight, you at least have to watch the movies."

Ro –ro fell down from the bar on the wall, with graciosity, and dragged me downstairs.

In the front room

5:15am

I. Hate. Rosie.

We're surrounded by empty coca-colas, and crisps.

But I do have to admit, Jacob is rather gorgey, except for his hair, it's a bit on the fem side.

Rosie got mad at me for siding with the "Team Jacob" fandango.

But like Ghandi said, "Beggars can't be choosers."

1 minute later

Whatever that means.

11:00am

Fell asleep in the front room.

Woke up to hear banging on the door.

It also sounded like the yodeling that Rosie listens to at night; only it had a touch of maracas added into the song.

1 minute later

Ro-ro jumped up, grabbed a pair of those hand drums from under the table, and ran to get the door.

5 minutes later

Hiding in the upstairs loo, hoping that Sven and Rosie won't ask me to join their band. Sven is wearing silk pants, and a leather vest.

1 minute later

Rosie is, too.

12:00pm

Decided to get ready for the day. Put on my wig, and other boy-ey clothes. My legs are like two very hairy things, covered in hair.

Which they are.

My eyeBROW is following close behind.

12:30pm

Went downstairs. Sven picked me up, put me on his back, and started to run around the room.

12:32pm

After a million years of running around, and almost crashing, A LOT he put me down.

Rosie said, "We're have a Twilight party, and have a lot of shopping to do."

At the grocery

Buying vampire and werewolf food (i.e. a lot of meat, fruit punch, red food dye, make up to make you look really pale, dark red lipstick, red drinks, etc. etc.)

"Sven! Get down, you sexy reindeer!"

I looked up to see Sven climbing to the top cookie shelves.

Sven said, "Oh ja!" jumped into a random girl's cart.

5:00pm

The nub and gist of the afternoon is 1. Don't go food shopping with Sven, and 2.) Don't ask fat blokes how far along they are in their pregnancy (because sometimes they are actually not a woman), in an attempt to get them to forget about your boyfriend squishing their bread, and fruits.

A/N

By far my favorite chapter to write even thought this is the 4th one. I've had random ideas for this chapter for a while, but I've finally written them down :D

Tell me what you think!

Xoxo,

Tay