it’s like 11pm and i should be in bed cuz we’re leaving early in the morning, but i’ve got 2 much on my mind … u all think i can do anything and that i’m afraid of nothin, but the truth is i really hate flying … my mom died in an airplane crash when i wuz 6 … pray for me
ps gramma’s dinner was yummy
Daddy and I ate pizza on the floor of our living room tonight. Our furniture is on its way to our new apartment. Daddy says we don’t need a big house anymore since we’ll hardly ever be home. Of course, we have ten more days until we leave for Liberia, so I don’t know what we’ll do until then. Here’s my suggestion:
Day 10 pizza (done)
Day 9 pizza
Day 8 pizza
Day 7 KFC
Day 6 pizza
Day 5 pizza
Day 4 pizza
Day 3 Taco Bell
Day 2 pizza
Day 1 Grandma’s house
Day 0 airplane food
Once we get home from Liberia we’ll be eating stuffed-crust pizza with extra cheese because we’ll be R-I-C-H. Daddy’s going to do accounting or something boring like that; but I’m going on a … treasure hunt.
I can’t tell you any more. If I did, I’d have to kill you.
Snakes, broken bones, and a cheerleader. I don’t know which was the worst. Here’s what happened:
Three hours ago—opening night!—I was drawing tears from the audience with my riveting performance as Juliet (”Romeo, what’s here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? “) when disaster struck: The table holding Joe (a.k.a., Romeo) broke—and Joe grabbed my arm as he fell to the floor, even though he was supposed to be unconscious. We both plunged to the floor … and I heard a crack. I think the entire audience must have heard it. At first I thought it was my tailbone, but it was only Joe’s wrist. Phew.
Anyway, the show went on. Simon took Joe’s place (we were almost done anyway)—but then I spotted something moving in the sacks at the front corner of the stage. I forgot my lines because a second later I saw the school’s missing boa coming straight for me. (No one knew it was missing until then.) Needless to say, I wasn’t very happy. I’d rather plunge a knife into myself than get attacked by a rabid snake.
Of course, I wisely go screaming to the other side of the stage, but the freak Melanie (luv you, Mel!) comes up and socks it. Melanie is a cheerleader. A girl girl. Still, she knocks it flying with her baton. This is not a joke. Then Simon grabs a sack and throws it over the boa. The Mad Scientist (sorry Mr. Langley, but this really was crazy) scoops up the boa with a shovel that was on the set and walks across the stage with it toward the science room.
After all that, guess who got the roses tonight. Yeah. Melanie.
I hate my life.
My dad hired someone to tutor me while we travel all over the world. Guess who it is:
A) a Catholic nun
B) a former Miss America
C) a hot guy just out of college
D) a bizarre old retired lady
E) Mr. Langely (my current mad scientist teacher)
Click here for the answer … tomorrow. (I’m not allowed to say until then. It’s not for sure for sure. Plus I like keeping you in suspense. heh heh)
So the government issues a warning saying only morons would go into Liberia right now. The president of that country was arrested for like killing everyone but there are still rebels running loose.
Guess where my dad is taking me? Uh huh. Liberia.
But you know what’s really scary? I have less than one month to memorize all my lines!!!!!!!!!
“How would you like to drop out of school?” says my dad this morning.
Seriously.
So like yesterday he’s lecturing me about my grades (I haaaattteee geometry!!!) and then today he says who needs school.
Here’s the deal: He got offered some job where he gets to travel around the world—and he wants me to come with him. He’ll have to hire a tutor to home school me, which is fine by me. (As long as he’s cute!!!) I’ll only have to do school for half a day. Suckers!!!!!!
“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?”
One line down, two million to go.