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Health and Safety: read Chapter 1, You and Your Environment
G & T: figure out secret talent
French: Chapitre Dix
World Civ: Chapter 13: Brave New World
Tuesday, January 20, in the limo on way to Grandmère’s for princess lesson
THINGS TO DO
Find Queen Amidala underwear.
Stop obsessing over whether or not Michael loves you vs. being in love with you. Be happy with what you have. Remember, lots of girls have no boyfriend at all. Or they have really gross ones with no front teeth like on Maury Povich.
Call Tina to compare notes on how notchasing-boys thing is working.
Do all homework. Do not get behind first day!!!!!
Wrap Michael’s present.
Find out what Grandmère talked to Mom about last night. Oh, God, please do not let it be something weird like wanting to take me skeet shooting. I don’t want to shoot any skeets.
Or anything else, for that matter.
Stop biting fingernails.
Buy cat litter.
Figure out secret talent. If Lilly knows, must be pretty obvious, as she hasn’t even figured out about nostrils yet.
GET SOME SLEEP!!!!!!!!! Boys don’t like girls who have huge, un–Kate-Bosworth-like purple bags under their eyes. Not even perfect boys like Michael.
Tuesday, January 20, still in the limo on way to Grandmère’s for princess lesson
Draft for English Journal:
HOW I SPENT MY WINTER BREAK
I spent my winter break in Genovia, population 50,000. Genovia is a principality located on the Côte d’Azur between Italy and France. Genovia’s main export is olive oil. Its main import is tourists. Recently, however, Genovia has begun suffering from considerable damage to its infrastructure due to foot traffic from the many cruise ships that dock in its harbor and
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Wednesday, January 21, Homeroom
Oh, my God. I must have been even more tired than I thought yesterday. Apparently I fell asleep in the limo on the way to Grandmère’s, and Lars couldn’t even wake me up for my princess lesson! He says that when he tried, I swatted him away and called him a bad word in French (that is François’s fault, not mine).
So he had Hans turn around and drive me back to the loft, then Lars carried me up three flights of stairs to my room (no mean feat, I weigh as much as about five Fat Louies), and my mom put me to bed.
