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with hearts and flowers and curlicue Mrs. Michael Moscovitzes, the way Lana
    Weinberger decorated
    hers (only with Mrs. Josh Richters, of course). Not only because doing stuff like that is completely lame
    and because I do
    not care to have my identity subjugated by taking my husband's name, but also because as consort to the
    ruler of Genovia, Michael will of course have to take my name. Not Thermopolis. Renaldo. Michael
    Renaldo. That looks kind of nice, now
    that I think about it.
    Thirteen more days until I see the lights of New York and Michael's dark brown eyes again. Please God,
    let me live that long.
    HRH Michael Renaldo
    M. Renaldo, Prince Consort
    Michael Moscovitz Renaldo of Genovia
    Friday, January 8, 2a.m.,
    Royal Genovian Bedchamber
    This just occurred to me:
    When Michael said he loved me that night during the Non-Denominational Winter Dance, he might have
    meant love in the platonic sense. Not love in the tides of flaming passion sense. You know, like maybe he
    loves me like a friend.
    Only you don't generally stick your tongue in your friend's mouth, do you?
    Well, maybe here in Europe you might. But not in America, for God's sake.
    Except Josh Richter used tongue that time he kissed me in front of the school, and he was certainly never
    in love with
    me!!!!!
    This is very upsetting. Seriously. I realize it is the middle of the night and I should be at least trying to
    sleep since tomorrow
    I have to go cut the ribbon at the new children's wing of the Prince Philippe Memorial Hospital.
    But how can I sleep when my boyfriend - the first real boyfriend I have ever had, since my last boyfriend,
    Kenny, doesn't count, seeing as how I didn't actually like him as more than just a friend — could be in
    Florida, loving me as a friend, and,
    at this very minute, actually falling in love with some girl named Tiffany?
    Why am I so stupid? Why didn't I demand that Michael specify when he said he loved me? Why didn't I
    go,
    'Love me how? Like a friend? Or like a life partner?'
    I am so retarded.
    And even if he managed to find the phone number of the palace somehow (and if anyone could, it would
    be Michael,
    since he once figured out a way to program his computer to autodial the 700 Club's toll-free donation
    hotline every two seconds, thus costing Pat Robertson a quarter of a million dollars in a single weekend
    and causing him to yank the toll-free number off the air, which, in the world of computer hacking, is
    practically like winning a Nobel Prize) I am sure the palace operator wouldn't even put the call through.
    Apparently, I get something like seven hundred calls a day, none of which are
    from people I actually know. No, they're all from creepy paedophiles who would like to receive an
    autographed photo of
    me, or from girls who want to know what it was like when I met Prince William (he is a very cute guy
    and everything, but
    my heart fully belongs to another). I am never going to be able to sleep now. I mean, how can I, knowing
    that the man I
    love could conceivably think of me only as a friend he likes to French kiss?
    There is just one thing I can do: I have to call the only person I know who might be able to help me. And
    it is OK to call
    her because:
    1. it is only six o'clock where she is, and
    2. she got her own mobile phone for Christmas, so even though right now she is skiing in Aspen, I can
    still reach her,
    even if she is on a ski lift or whatever.
    Thank God I have my own phone in my room. Even if I do have to dial nine to get a line outside of the
    palace.
    Friday, January 8, 3 a.m
    Royal Genovian Bedchamber
    Tina answered on the very first ring! She totally wasn't on a ski lift. She sprained her ankle on a slope
    yesterday. Oh,
    thank you, God, for causing Tina to sprain her ankle, so that she could be there for me in my hour of
    need.
    And it is OK because she says it only hurts when she moves.
    Tina was in her room at the ski lodge, watching the Lifetime Movie Channel when I called (Co-Ed