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Authors: Meg Cabot

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Party Princess

MEG CABOT
 
PARTY
Princess
 

THE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME VII

 

 

For my niece,
Riley Sueham Cabot,
another princess in training

 

“The spirit and will of any child would have been entirely humbled and broken by the changes she has had to submit to. But, upon my word, she seems as little subdued as if—as if she were a princess.”

 

A LITTLE PRINCESS
Frances Hodgson Burnett

CONTENTS
 
 

 

 

 

From the desk of
Her Royal Highness
 

Princess Amelia Mignonette
Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo

 
 

Dear Dr. Carl Jung
,

I realize that you will never read this letter, primarily because you are dead.

But I feel compelled to write it anyway, because a few months ago during a particularly trying period in my life, a nurse told me I needed to be more verbal about my feelings.

I know writing a letter to a dead person isn’t exactly being verbal, but my situation is such that there are very few people I can actually talk to about my problems. Mostly because those people are the ones causing my problems.

The truth is, Dr. Jung, I have been striving for fifteen and three-quarters years for self-actualization. You remember self-actualization, right? I mean, you should—you invented it.

The thing is, every time I think I have self-actualization on the horizon, something comes along to mess it all up. Like this whole princess thing. I mean, just when I thought I couldn’t possibly become a bigger freak,
POW!
It turns out that I’m also a princess.

Which I realize does not seem like an actual problem to many people. But I’d be very interested to see how THEY would react if every single spare moment of THEIR lives was taken up by lessons in being a royal from their tattooed-eyelidded grandmother; getting stalked by the paparazzi; or attending boring state functions with people who have never even heard of
The OC
, let alone know what’s going on with Seth and Summer’s on-again-off-again romance.

But the princess thing isn’t the only thing that’s put a wedge between me and my quest for self-actualization. Being the sole sane caretaker of my baby brother—who appears to have grave developmental problems because at ten months he still cannot walk without holding on to someone’s (usually my) fingers (while it is true that he has shown markedly advanced verbal skills for his age, knowing two words, “tuck”—truck—and “kee”—kitty—he uses them indiscriminately for all objects, not just trucks and cats)—hasn’t helped much, either.

But that isn’t all. How about the fact I have been elected president of the student council of my school…but am nevertheless still one of the most unpopular people in said school?

Or that I’ve finally figured out that I do have an actual talent (writing—in case you can’t tell from this letter), but also that I won’t be able to pursue a career in my field of choice, because I will be too busy ruling a small European principality? Not
that—according to my English teacher, Ms. Martinez, who says I have a problem with the overuse of adjectives in my descriptive essays—I’m ever going to get published, or even get a job as an assistant writer on a situation comedy.

Or that I finally won the love of the man of my dreams, only to have him so busy with his History of Dystopic Science Fiction in Film course, I hardly ever get to see him.

Do you see where I’m coming from with all of this? Every time self-actualization seems to be within my reach, it is cruelly snatched away by fate. Or my grandmother.

I’m not complaining. I’m just saying…well, exactly how much does a human being have to endure before she can consider herself self-actualized?

Because I really don’t think I can take anymore.

Do you have any tips on how I might achieve transcendence before my sixteenth birthday? Because I would really appreciate some.

Thanks.

 

Your friend,
Mia Thermopolis

 

P. S.: Oh, yeah. I forgot. You’re dead. Sorry. Never mind about the tips thing. I guess I’ll just look some up in the library.

 
 

Tuesday, March 2, after school, Gifted and Talented

 

BIMONTHLY MEETING OF THE AEHS
STUDENT GOVERNMENT OFFICERS

 

Meeting Called to Order

Attendance—

Present:

Mia Thermopolis, President

Lilly Moscovitz, Vice President

Ling Su Wong, Treasurer

Mrs. Hill, student government advisor

Lars van der Hooten, personal bodyguard of
HRH M. Thermopolis

Absent:

Tina Hakim Baba, Secretary, due to emergency retainer refitting after her little brother flushed her old one down the toilet

 

(Which, by the way, is why I’m the one writing the minutes. Ling Su can’t, due to having “artist” handwriting, which is very similar to “doctor” handwriting, meaning it is actually indecipherable by the human eye. And Lilly claims she has carpal tunnel syndrome from typing out the short story she sent in to
Sixteen
magazine’s annual short fiction contest.

Or, I should say, the FIVE short stories she sent into
Sixteen
magazine’s annual short fiction contest.

I don’t know how she found the time to write FIVE
stories. I barely had time to write ONE.

Still, I think my story, “No More Corn!”
,
is pretty good. I mean, it has everything a short story SHOULD have in it: Romance. Pathos. Suicide. Corn.

Who could ask for more?)

 

 

 

Motion to approve the minutes from February 15th Meeting: APPROVED

 

 

 

PRESIDENT’S REPORT:

My request that the school library remain open on weekends for the use of study groups was met with considerable resistance by school administration. Concerns raised were: cost of overtime for librarian, as well as cost of overtime for school security guard at entrance to check IDs and make sure people entering were, in fact, AEHS students, and not just random homeless people off the streets.

VICE PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE:

The gym is kept open on the weekends for sports practices. Surely the security guard could check IDs of both student athletes and students who actually care about their grades. Also, don’t you think even a moderately intelligent security guard could tell the difference
between random homeless people and AEHS students?

PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE TO VICE PRESIDENT:

I know. I mentioned this. Principal Gupta then reminded me that the athletic budget was determined some time ago, and that there is no weekend library budget. And that the security guards were mainly hired for their size, not their intelligence.

VICE PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE TO PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE:

Well, then, maybe Principal Gupta needs to be reminded that the vast majority of students at Albert Einstein High are not involved in sports, need that extra library time, and that the budget needs to be reviewed. And that size isn’t everything.

PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE TO THE RESPONSE OF THE VICE PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE TO MY PREVIOUS STATEMENT:

Duh, Lilly, I did. She said she’d look into it.

 

 

 

(Why does Lilly have to be so adversarial during these meetings? It makes me look like I don’t have any authority
whatsoever in front of Mrs. Hill.

I really thought she was over that whole thing about me not stepping down from office so that SHE could be president. I mean, that was MONTHS ago, and she seemed to forgive me once I got my dad to go on her TV show so she could interview him about European immigration policies.

And okay, it didn’t give her the ratings bounce she’d been hoping for.

But
Lilly Tells It Like It Is
is still the most popular public access program on Manhattan cable television—after that one with the Hell’s Angel who shows you how to cook over an exhaust pipe, I mean—even if those producers who optioned her show still haven’t managed to sell it to any major networks.)

 

 

 

VICE PRESIDENT’S REPORT:

The recycling bins have arrived and have been placed beside every regular trash can throughout the school. These are specialized bins that are divided into three sections: paper, bottles, and cans, with a built-in mechanized crusher on the can side. Student use has been frequent. There is, however, a small problem with the stickers.

PRESIDENT’S RESPONSE:

What stickers?

VICE PRESIDENT’S R TO PRESIDENT’S R:

The ones across the lids of the recycling bins that say “Paper, Cans, and Battles.”

PRESIDENT’S R TO VP’S R:

They say “Paper, Cans, and BOTTLES,” not “Battles.”

VICE PRESIDENT:

No, they don’t. See?

PRESIDENT:

Okay. Who proofed the stickers?

VICE PRESIDENT:

That would have been the secretary. Who isn’t here.

TREASURER:

But it isn’t Tina’s fault, she’s been super-stressed about midterms.

PRESIDENT:

We need to order new stickers. “Paper, Cans, and Battles” is unacceptable.

TREASURER:

We don’t have the money to order new stickers.

PRESIDENT:

Contact the vendor who supplied the stickers and inform them that they made a mistake that needs to be rectified immediately and that, because it was THEIR mistake, there should be no charge.

VICE PRESIDENT:

Excuse me, Mia, but are you writing the minutes of this meeting in your JOURNAL?

PRESIDENT:

Yes. So what?

VICE PRESIDENT:

So don’t you have a special student government notebook?

PRESIDENT:

Yes. But I sort of lost it. Don’t worry, I’m going to transcribe the minutes into my computer once I get home. I’ll give you all printouts tomorrow.

VICE PRESIDENT:

You LOST your student government notebook?

PRESIDENT:

Well, not exactly. I mean, I have a pretty good idea where it is. It’s just not accessible at this time.

VICE PRESIDENT:

And why would that be?

PRESIDENT:

Because I left it in your brother’s dorm room.

VICE PRESIDENT:

What were you doing with the student government notebook in my brother’s dorm room?

PRESIDENT:

I was just visiting him, okay?

VICE PRESIDENT:

Was that ALL you were doing? Just VISITING him?

PRESIDENT:

Yes.
Madam Treasurer, we are ready for your report now.

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