Day Three

My Further Insubordination:

Apparently, I am "regretful to be informed that this blog is also to reflect the everyday writings of the average teenage girl, mainly for my own protection."

So...

Like, zOMG! I totally thought that original premise was that I could be open in this like, blog, cuz no one reads blogs anyways! Like... liars!

Yeah... today was all, basically the same as yesterday. 'Cept school was only odd periods and I had a salad for lunch.

Although, to be like totally fair, there was turkey bits in the salad.

Dad is still not home, and there is no word from him. I like, asked Lise if she knew anything, and she didn't. Elle ne sais pas.

So like, I gotta go sleepy-sleep now, or my hair won't react to my puffy pink shampoo in the morning! Like, bye!

Mareeeeeee-Moo

Day Two

My Subordination:

As my last posts were insatisfactory to the main suit upstairs, I shall endeavor to make this post as efficient as possible and quote "stick with my assigned task only" endquote.

---8:00am Wake Up
---8:30 Arrive Late For School
---9:00 Start 2nd Period
---10:00 Start 3rd Period
---11:00 Start 4th Period
---12:00 Lunch (turkey sandwich)
---1:00 6th Period
---2:00 7th
---3:00 Get out of school
---3:05 Picked up by Lise
---3:17 Arrive Home
---4:00 Homework
---6:00 Dinner by Lise
---7:00 TV
---9:30---Start Blog
---10:00 Read Book
---11: Finish Blog, father not home. Go to sleep.

Mary Jacqueline Laurice

Day One Part TWO

Yes Marshall, I will be mad at you. How in the world did you expect me to explain a new BLACKBERRY PHONE to my father? Of course was I going to blog about it when I was done. I'm not stupid. I understand that it's important. I think. At least to you suits.

And now that the fiasco is over, dad and limo-guy have locked themselves in his office. And, since you seem to imlpy that whatever they're doing is dangerous... so I'm not risking "association with crime."

KSDHJ;DAS;JKLFH!~!!

Die

Day One

I certainly didn't ask for any of this. And I'm certainly not going to like any of it.
I'm supposed to pose as a teenaged girl (easy to do since I am one) but on top of it all, a teenaged girl who likes to blog.

I. Don't. Blog.

I will not be a product of my generation and blab about my problems to the whole world. It's like a diary, except EVERYONE CAN SEE IT.

Normally, I wouldn't get caught up in stuff like this... but the government can be pretty persuasive. In addition, they're apparently pretty observant of us citizens, as they assure me that no one actually reads anyone's blog--- no one is reading this. At all. How fantastic, all the more reason for me to invest some time in every day.

So you (my imaginary reader) are asking why, then, am I doing this? Partly, it's so the government can keep an eye on me. Mostly, I assume, because of my father's work with the several shady characters that he has coming to his house.

Oh... I'm supposed to be very descriptive about these shady people... but none are here right now so I won't be going into that now.

Also, though, there's supposed to be some other reason for my involvement... but I don't know what it is yet. All I know is that when some creepy suit in sunglasses flashes you handcuffs and offers to arrest you for association to crime (my father's a criminal? ---No, that's not an admission!!---), you tend to do what he says...

He's reading my blog... the suit that is. His name is Marshall I think...

Hi Marshall...

Is this enough of a first entry for you? Is this enough? You told me to document what went on during the day, and to be specific about activities at home. Well, sorry to disappoint you, but nothing's going on here that's wroth reporting.

Lise, our maid, is vaccuuming. Father's watching the news (Channel 8 in case you were wondering) and I'm up here in my room writing up a lousy blog on my laptop about

Whoa... a limo pulled up! That's never happened before. Guess I'll go down and see who it is...

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