The Art of Being Emily - Katie MacAlister Page 0,154
causes,’ and yet she manages to buy new stuff all the time. And Monk (he’s back—what I thought was a breakup was just him going off to some meditation center for two weeks) always buys her CDs and stuff, too, so really, she has no right to pick on me.
Rats. Lost my place again. Um...oh, Aurora.
“Can you do something about it?” I interrupted Bess to ask her. “Please?”
“Well...” Aurora looked kind of worried. “I won’t do a séance. I don’t believe in contacting those who have gone beyond. But I can conduct a cleansing ritual to dispel any negative energy that might be held within your room if you think it will help.”
“Coolio!” I said. “Can you do it now?”
She shook her head. “I need some supplies. I could do it Thursday night.”
“Excellent. Oh, wait, I’ve got a date that night. Poop.”
“A date?” Bess asked, throwing a tulip petal at me. “What about Baby Screams A Lot?”
“Jack will come with us,” I said, figuring that I’d just make sure that I had fed and changed him before we went to the movie. “Could we maybe do the cleaning thing before dinner?”
“I suppose I could, although it’s most effective by moonlight.”
So we settled that she’s coming over Thursday afternoon to do the undie ghost cleaning, yay!
Oops! Gotta go. Have stupid homework to do, and then I have to call Devon and let him know that Jack is coming with us on Thursday. I think maybe I’ll go over to his house tomorrow, just to introduce him to Jack. It’ll be good for him, don’t you think?
his hand right there on my chest! Like he had the right to, or something! And then I, “Liam, you are so not my type, I’d rather French kiss a donkey than you!” And he Squeezed Boob! So I hauled off and belted him right in the snot locker. Gave him a bloody nose, too. There was blood everywhere, and I got to tell Mrs. Taylor what he did, hahahahahahah!
Oh, man, I wish I had been there to see that. How very cool that you gave him a bloody nose, although I suppose if the blood splattered on your white Candies, that would take a bit of the fun out of the situation. Try club soda—that’s what Mom uses for everything. And go you for not taking any sort of sexual harassment! We had harassment earlier this year. Turns out all sorts of things you wouldn’t think is harassment really is, stuff like a guy kissing you without you really wanting him to. I bet I could sue Aidan for sexual harassment if I wanted to! I mean, he did keep trying to grab my hand and drag it over to his thingie. If that’s not harassment, I just don’t know what is.
Sorry to hear you aren’t getting much sleep with Jack. The LuvMyBabies that we had were v1.20, which I guess was the really early model, because I didn’t have any trouble with Sarah. She slept both nights through. And also, it only took a little bit of time before she’d stop crying, not the half hour or more that Jack is doing. Did you ask your teacher if she set something up wrong?
Oh, I’m so not going to do that, she’ll just make him cry nonstop. I got three hours sleep last night—three hours! How am I supposed to go to school and be intelligent and everything when I’ve only had three hours of sleep? I have two tests on Friday! I can’t study for them if I’m so groggy from lack of sleep that I can’t even remember what it is I’m studying for.
Speaking of that, what did Devon say when you brought Jack by? Was he a good
daddy?
Ha! Oh, chick, was that ever an experience! I went over to Devon’s house last night to help him pick out stuff to wear in Paris—well, not really, because he has really good taste and all, but it sounds very GF-y to say you’re going over to your BF’s to help him pick out clothes, so that’s what I said I was going to do, but once I got there all we did was watch Dr. Who on his new widescreen TV.
Right in the middle of it Jack went off. Now, here’s the thing—I told you that Devon’s parents have separated, right? It’s kind of sad because I liked his