Dear Diary, today is my first official day as Princess of Genovia. We’ll land in a few hours, and I’ll meet Parliament and the people before beginning my royal duties. Mom is, of course, moving to Genovia with me, and we’ll continue painting – without the balloons. Lilly and Michael are planning to spend their summer vacation at our – can you believe it – palace. They’re even having my Mustang brought over, which I can legally drive in two weeks. Grandma’s so glad to be going home, and Joseph – well, he’s watching nearby as usual. Everybody’s got pre-coronation jitters, including me. Everybody that is, except Fat Louie. He’s totally adapted to being a royal. I guess he was one all along.
Okay… you know what? I don’t feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you’re one person, and then in five minutes, you find out you’re a princess. Just in case I wasn’t enough of a freak already, let’s add a tiara!
And then I realized how many stupid times a day I used the word “I”. In fact, probably all I ever do is think about myself. And how lame is that when there’s, like, 7 billion other people out there on the planet and when –
