Everyone has an addiction. Mine?

AMV videos.

Shows clips with music in the background? Yeah that kind.

Mainly the Anastasia ones…

I get distracted with them after every sentence I type and it is unbelievably annoying! GAAAAAAH!

While I vent on myself and watch more videos you can go through the replies! :D

RuexxRoses – Thanks! It wasn't as awkward as I thought it was going to be. (: Hahaha, they are very clueless, but the story isn't over yet! :)

Pottergirl1 – Thank you so much! :)

IchigoMxHarryP – Eww, that's too long of a paper! Did you have to pick or was it assigned? If they're going to give you an unnecessarily large project, the least they could do is let you pick the topic! I have that problem too I don't mean too! Procrastination in hard to rub off… :p It's cool, off-topic reviews are funny. (: How was your birthday? (:

FreezingSapphire – Thanks a lot! Aww, duct tape her to the couch! You might've already watched it…but hey, it's a method that always works! (: So have you seen it yet? :D

Zoe Snow – Yes, I am! (: I'm guessing you are too? I haven't been on in a while because I want to go through it along with books, like I did when I first started. If you want to find me I'm SkyThestral81. What's your name? (:

Dancingchocolatesmudge – xD Thanks, and love the letter! Oh and he said, "Dear Chocolate Fudge, I have been waiting for to slap me in the face and she still hasn't done it!" He's weird…

Flora11 – Yeah, Writer's Block is no fun. :p Hopefully, the German won't hunt me down, haha. Well I hope you like this chapter! (:

IzzyQuagmire0907 – Gosh, I hate it when that happens. That's kind of my life story. :/ Anyways hope you like this newly updated chapter! (:

Ittybittyquigletfan – Thanks, you're so nice! :D I'm really glad you like it! I hope you like this chapter as well! (:

Bri – Thanks I'm glad you like them! :D

Dude with the Tattoo – And unfortunately my procrastination shows no sign of leaving. :/ At least college isn't all bad. X) But I'm glad I won't be going anytime soon...And thank you! I'll try not to let my procrastination problem get the best of me. (:

Remembering Me Before We Began – Haha, it's cool. (: Sorry it took me a bit, but here's an update. (:

You guys are too nice! Seriously, I might be dreaming! :D

I probably watched, like, ten videos and I'm not even done with the author's note! GAAAAH! Why do so many people make such good videos? And it's not even just Anastasia anymore. It's Tangled, Legend of Korra, and more! All these videos are going to be the death of me I swear it.

I just watched two more…they're taking over my life!

Welp. Here's the next chapter for you to read while I go and watch more videos. *sigh* I need an intervention…

The Isadora Diaries:

The Date:

Saturday, March 3rd

Well.

The date was today.

And, actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

I should start from the beginning.

I woke up to my eccentric mother literally jumping on top of me this morning. Not a nice way to wake up, I was seriously scared half to death! And, to make things worse, it was 8:00 am! My mother wanted me to start getting ready at eight in the morning for a date that didn't start until seven at night! Isn't that just terribly ridiculous?

But it doesn't end there.

My mother had laid out a dress for me to wear. And not just any dress, the dress. The dress I've been avoiding to wear ever since my mother bought it for me. That dress. It's a black turtleneck dress with long sleeves and it comes down to my knees. The dress is pretty, honest, but I hate that stupid thing when I'm wearing it!

Why?

The fabric is heavy and scratchy and I can't sit still with that thing because I'm rolling up the sleeves, scratching my arms as if I got eaten by mosquitos. Oh, and I look like I'm drowning in turtlenecks. I always look terrible in turtlenecks and they're most uncomfortable thing for me to wear, ever!

I've worn that thing once before, if my mother thought that I was going to wear that again, she's crazy.

I carefully explained to my mom why I was never going to wear that stupid thing again, but she said, "It's cold outside, you need to start dressing warmer! And this is the new fashion!"

New fashion, my butt.

But I was stuck wearing it anyways.

Grr.

Then my mother thought it was perfectly necessary to spend three hours curling my hair. Sitting on the cold, hard floor while your mother sits on the nice, comfy couch isn't very fun. Especially when she's tugging at your hair with hot objects and you're forced to listen to those stupid bimbos on her French soap operas complain and whine about their stupid, dramatic life which wouldn't be stupid or dramatic in the first place if they never cheated on their rich, fifty-year old husband.

Honestly.

Think people!

Anyways…

One o' clock came around and I was exhausted!

I spent an hour arguing with my mother about that stupid dress my mother sent three unnecessary hours on my hair, and (God forbid) the lady put make-up on me!

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against make-up, I just don't usually wear it. If I do, I let Bea do it. She may not be very smart, but she is, like, a make-up guru! When my mother puts it on me, it's like she cakes it to the point where I can't even recognize myself. Do you know how scary it is to look in the mirror and think, "Who is that—oh that's me!"?

Of course not, you're a laptop.

But I like to pretend you understand what I'm typing about all the time, so let's say you do.

Back to my story.

One o' clock came and I decided that I'd fall asleep by watching episodes of cartoons online in my room. Thirty minutes later, my mother walked in and yelled at me for sleeping with make-up on.

"It makes your face seven days older!"

Well you should've thought about that before you got me up about eight am when you know I need twelve hours of sleep to be awake for anything.

Anything.

So while my mother cooked lunch, she made me sit there in the kitchen where she could watch me stay awake and not mess up anything.

As long as I had my laptop (you), I was kind of okay. Besides the fact that I was STARVING!

My mother started to help me get ready once I woke up and I hadn't even had breakfast! And breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you go a day without breakfast you could a stomach disease or something terrible! It's not healthy to have an empty stomach all day long. It is a cold, hard fact that people who don't eat breakfast catch diseases easier. So, obviously, my mother doesn't care about my health.

And I said all this to her. Even the last part. I also added that she was trying to torture me by making me stay in the same room as very nice smelling food.

She laughed at me.

Thankfully, around three, she finally let me eat. She told me that she almost considered not letting me eat lunch so I'd be hungry during the date, which is dinner and a movie, but she didn't want me to totally pig out in front of guy and she did care about my health, thank you very much.

I forgave her because she gave me food…and because she's my mother…

Then, sometime before I was supposed to leave, Violet came over because she wanted to hang out for a bit. She said her house was terribly depressing and she just couldn't stand it. Her dad's upset because his dad is really sick and might pass on soon, her mom is upset because she hasn't been getting any sleep because of Sunny, Sunny is upset because she keeps having nightmares and screaming in her sleep, and Klaus just walks around the house moping like a zombie because of God knows what.

All are her words not mine.

And that is really depressing. But what is bothering me the most is that Klaus is sad about something no one knows about. I decided I'd talk to him later and punch him for being so upset. Then, maybe, we could try to cheer up the rest of his family and they won't have a metaphorical massive gray cloud raining down on top of their house.

While I was thinking that through, Violet interrupted me, "Hey, Isadora, you look pretty, why are you all dressed up? Are you going somewhere?"

My heart quickened and I remembered I couldn't tell Violet because she'd tell Klaus and—GAH! So I quickly answered, "Um, party? Yeah, a party! Hey, Daddy, can we go now?"

My father didn't even look up from his sports magazine to say, "Your mother's taking you."

I threw my head back in frustration. My mother takes forever to get ready. I just wanted to get this stupid date over with!

Someone up there must love me, because my mother came downstairs at that exact moment.

Someone up there must also hate me because when she came downstairs, she said, "Come on, Isadora, let's go! We can't keep Mark waiting!"

"Who's Mark?" Violet asked.

I gave my brothers a look that said, "Don't say anything! Remember, I gave you brownies!"

They knew I'd do something to hurt them if they said anything so Quigley took Violet's arm and said, "Come on, Violet let's go watch a movie downstairs!" Duncan grabbed her other arm. "Yeah, Violet come on!" With that, they pulled her away.

My mother walked over to where my father was sitting reading his magazine. "Aren't you going to say something to your only daughter before she goes off on her very first date?"

"Sure" he answered. He looked up from his magazine for only a moment to say to me. "Don't kiss him."

"Duncan! Say something nice!"

My father laughed as he stood up and walked over to me to hug me. "Don't let him kiss you."

The both of us laughed as my mother slapped him and cursed at him in French.

On the way to the restaurant where we supposed to meet up, my mother gave me this long lecture about growing up and going out more and blah, blah, blah…

I felt like I was in sixth grade listening to counselors talk about growing up again. I pretty much just sat there staring out the window, watching the rain fall as my mother talked non-stop for a full thirty minutes. When we finally got to the restaurant, I practically threw myself out of the car. I was so sick of her speech!

She dropped me off at the front and waved goodbye to me. I guess she forgot that I had no idea what this guy looked like! I just knew his name. That's it!

I awkwardly walked inside to avoid the rain. It was pouring pretty hard out there..

I had no idea what the heck I was supposed to do.

I was alone.

In public.

Looking for someone of whom I only knew their name.

I felt like people were staring as I awkwardly looked around for Mark, although I knew it's was no use. Then it hit me: he has dark hair. Ha! He has dark hair! My mother told me when she first mentioned him! I knew how to find him! All I had to do was go around asking guys who looked my age with dark hair if they were Mark. But the place was full of them…

"Looking for someone, Miss?" someone said as they tapped me on the shoulder.

I whirled around and was surprised to see a boy with hair as dark as mine and eyes as blue as Klaus's. Actually he kind of looked like Klaus, besides the hair.

"Are you Mark?" I asked.

The boy smiled brilliantly, he really was cute, and answered. "Only if you're Isadora."

I sighed with relief. "Oh thank goodness, I thought I'd never find you!"

He laughed and shrugged. "Here I am. Wanna sit?"

I nodded.

A waiter led us to a booth and gave us our menus.

The two of us were awkwardly silent for a moment. After the silence choked me to death, I broke it into pieces and began my rambling. "Hey, I'm really sorry if my mom or your mom forced you into this, but I didn't plan this. My mother had to bribe me with brownies—not that I wouldn't go out with you it's just that," I lay my head face down on the table on top of my arms and explained, "I really like this guy and I don't know what do…"

"Hey, it's cool. I actually like someone else too," he said.

I lifted my head, "You do?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Don't get me wrong I have nothing against you but I wasn't too excited to go on a date with someone I've never met, especially when I have kind of a big crush on someone else…"

I sat up and my eyes widened in amazement. "Dude, I'm the exact same way!"

"No way!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah!"

"Wait, you mentioned your mother bribed you with brownies?" he asked.

I nodded.

"My mother bribed me with cookies!" he looked a bit upset that he didn't get something as amazing as brownies.

"You really shouldn't have settled for something so little," I teased.

He stuck his tongue out at me and smiled. "I'm just glad my family settled for it. I had to bride them all with cookies to not say anything to anyone about this date. Again, no offense."

"Woah," I said as my mind was so blown to the point of no return. "That's what I did! But with brownies."

Mark's eyes went wide, "Aw, cool! Wow, we're not too different." He rubbed the back of his neck.

I shook my head. "I guess not." I became curious about anything else we might have in common, so I asked, "Do you have any brothers?"

"No," he answered, "just sisters."

"Oh, really? How old are they?" When he mentioned sisters, I pictured him playing Barbie dolls with a few three year old girls. The thought almost made me laugh a lot loud, but I contained myself.

"Actually, the same age as me, we're triplets."

I almost did a spit take. "So are me and my brothers!"

Mark looked as if he didn't believe me. "You're kidding!"

I shook my head. "I'm serious!"

Mark rubbed his eyes and laughed. "This is crazy! What a strange world this is.."

"Yeah," I agreed. "You are like, living the boy version of my life."

"As if I need another sister," he smirked.

"Gee, thanks," I smiled. "Now that we're on the same page here," I said enthusiastically, "let's be friends!"

Mark laughed. "Okay, then… So what's the story about this guy you mentioned? You said you like him a lot?"

I opened my menu and stood it up. I peeked over the side and said, "Shouldn't you be ordering?"

"Hey we're friends now! And it's not like I know the guy." Mark lay my menu down. "Come on, stories are fun!"

I sighed. "Okay." So I gave him the short version of my little story about liking Klaus. We were eating by the time I finished.

"I think," he began, "that Klaus should get off his lazy boyish butt and tell you that he's in love with you right now."

I blushed. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't think that he – "

"No, Isadora, you listen to me right now," he pointed his fork at me. "I'm a guy. He's a guy. So I think I know that this guy likes you. Period, end of story."

I made a face. "Are you some kind of Love Doctor?"

"Of course I am!"

"Alright Dr. Love, what about the girl you said you liked?" I rested my chin in my hands and leaned towards him.

Mark looked down at his empty plate and stirred some food around with his fork. "That's private," he mumbled.

"Wha – no fair, I told you about Klaus!" I protested. "And besides, it's not like I know the girl."

He sighed. "Alright. But only for the sake that you don't know her."

I cheered and rested my chin in my hands again, excited to hear the story.

The name of the girl he likes is Annalise. From what he said, she sounds really pretty! (It might be because he got a little off topic talking about how pretty she was…) It also sounds like she flirts with him endlessly and he's being super clueless about this. I told him that and said that I wanted him to be dating her the next time I saw him. Despite his protests of, 'I was just saying that,' I kept saying how perfect for each other and I don't care what he says. If he doesn't ask her out, I'll set them up. The hard way. And it'll be worse than what Klaus and I did to Bea and Duncan. I didn't tell him what I'd do because I don't know myself. I'm sure if I asked Bea, she'd have a good idea, though.

By that time, we had finished at the restaurant and had walked down the strip mall to the theater. The rest of the night was spent making fun of each other's so called "love lives" and exchanging numbers.

So overall, it went pretty well.

When I got home, everyone, except my dad because he was sleeping, wanted to know how it went and if we were going to become an 'item'. Instead of answering their questions, I yawned and said, "I'm exhausted. Good night…"

I actually just came up here to type this then go to sleep. No one has come in here, so I guess they think I'm really sleeping. They'll force some sort of answer out of me sooner or later, but I'm just not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. I really am tired though, and these snowman pajamas are so comfortable…and this headache is killing me, holy muffin tops!

I'll be all sneaky-like and get some medicine before I go down under.

Until next time, good night, Laptop!

Oh my gosh, I'm done! This took me forever! I was working on it everyday for a little over a week and I'm finally finished!

It seems a little rushed to mearound the date part, but I'm sick of looking at this chapter, so I'm okay with it.

If you like a Disney and want to watch a nice little video that distracted me, watch Disney and Non Disney Couples :) You'll be in my heart on Youtube, its really sweet! :D

"I'm awake, I'm alive Now I know what I believe inside Now it's my time I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life (Here, right now) Right here, right now Stand my ground and never back down I know what I believe inside I'm awake, and I'm alive…"

~ Awake and Alive by Skillet

I don't listen to them, but my friend showed this song to me, and I love it!

Keep being amazing and have fun today! :D

Bye!

;)