Princess in the Spotlight (The Princess Diaries 2)

This sounded like a good idea, so at lunch I called my dad in his hotel suite and asked him if he could get Beverly to do that for me.

He said, “Hold on,” and asked her. It turns out Beverly was right there! In my dad’s hotel room! On a Monday afternoon!

Then, to my utter mortification, Beverly Bellerieve actually got on the phone and said, “What’s the matter, Mia?”

I told her I was still pretty nervous about the interview, and was there any chance I could see a copy of it before it aired?

Beverly said a bunch of stuff about how adorable I was and how that wouldn’t be necessary. Now that I think about it, I can’t remember exactly what she said, but I just got this overwhelming feeling that everything would be just fine.

Beverly is just one of those people who make you feel good about yourself

. I don’t know how she does it.

No wonder my dad hasn’t let her out of his hotel room since Saturday.

Two cars, one going north at 40 mph and one going south at 50 mph, leave town at the same time. In how many hours will they be 360 miles apart?

Why does it matter? I mean, really.

Monday, October 27, Bio

Mrs. Sing, our Biology teacher, says it is physiologically impossible to die of either boredom or embarrassment, but I know that isn’t true, because I am experiencing heart failure right now.

That is because after G and T, Michael and Lilly and I were walking down the hall together, since Lilly was going to Psych and I was going to Bio and Michael was going to Calc, which are all right across the hall from one another, and Lana Weinberger walked right up to us—RIGHT UP TO MICHAEL AND ME—and held up two of her fingers and waggled them at us, and went, “Are you two going out?”

I could seriously die right now. I mean, you should have seen Michael’s face. It was like his head was about to explode, he turned that red.

And I’m sure I wasn’t all that pale myself.

Lilly didn’t help by letting out this giant horse laugh and going, “As if!”

Which caused Lana and her cronies to burst out laughing, too.

I don’t see what’s so funny about it. Those girls obviously haven’t seen Michael Moscovitz with his shirt off. Believe me, I have.

I guess because the whole thing was so ridiculous and everything, Michael just kind of ignored it. But I’m telling you, it’s getting harder and harder for me not to ask him if he is Jo-C-rox. Like I keep trying to find ways to work Josie and the Pussycats into the conversation. I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it!

I don’t know how much longer I can stand being the only girl in the ninth grade who doesn’t have a boyfriend.

HOMEWORK

Algebra: problems on pg. 135

English: “Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Write feelings about this quote in journal

World Civ: questions at the end of Chapter 9

G&T: N/A

French: plan an itinerary for a make-believe trip to Paris

Biology: Kenny’s doing it

Remind Mom to make appointment with licensed geneticist. Could she or Mr. G be a carrier for the genetic mutation Tay-Sachs? It is common in Jews of Eastern European origin and in French Canadians. Are there any French Canadians in our family? FIND OUT!

Monday, October 27, After school