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Um, no. I meant is it true that you would know what to do if a tsunami hit New York City?
Oh. Yes, that’s true, too.
I’m sorry about you and Michael. I didn’t know. So I guess you’re single now?
I never thought of it before. But, yeah, I guess I am.
Want to sleep over tonight?
Oh, thanks for the invitation, Perin, but I think I’m just going to go home and go to bed. I’m not really doing all that great, to tell you the truth.
Okay. Well, feel better!
Thanks!
Qu’est-ce que c’est que le mérite incroyable d’une femme, vous demandez? Selon la chaine douze, le mérite incroyable d’une femme est sa capacité de nourrir ses enfants. Une femme avec une carrière? Ça, c’est une femme qui n’adore pas ses enfants, ou son mari. Elle n’est pas une chrétienne! Elle est une serveuse du diable!
Mes camarades et moi nous nous sommes regardés les unes les autres. Nous avons changés le chaine. Et juste a l’heure!
117+76=only 193!!!!!! I need 7 more words!
Oh, wait…the title. AND MY NAME:
Une Emission Pleine d’Action par
Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Renaldo Thermopolis
YES!!!!
At least SOMETHING is going my way today.
Friday, September 10, between French and Lunch
My cell phone just buzzed. Michael left the following text message:
MICHAELM: At least let me come by and try to explain. Even though that won’t be easy because I’m still not clear on what, exactly, I did that was so wrong.
What is he talking about, come by and try to explain? How can he come by and try to explain? I’m in SCHOOL.
And how can he still not know what he did wrong?????
Friday, September 10, Lunch
You know what? I don’t care. LET them stare at me. This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in this cafeteria. If I’d known the cheeseburgers were this good, as a matter of fact, I’d have started eating them a long time ago.
And you know what? I don’t even care. I mean, I still feel bad for the animals, and stuff.
But in a way it’s like…well, tough luck for them. The world is an unfair place. Sometimes you’re the windshield. Sometimes you’re the bug.
That’s from a song my mom likes.
If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I’ll probably come back as a cow, and I’ll spend my whole life in a tiny stall I can barely move around in, and eventually someone will come around and bonk me on the head and then skin me and make my skin into a leather miniskirt and the rest of me into hamburger and a girl whose boyfriend gave his Precious Gift to Judith Gershner will eat me, and that will just be too bad for me. It’s the circle of life, baby.
Wow. I guess I’m a total nihilist now.
Lilly seems to think so. And she can’t seem to believe it.
“A burger?” She just kept staring at my tray. “You’re eating a CHEESEBURGER?”
