Jeannine's Blog

Just a note to all my fans out there: Summer is going great.  I love being here at performing arts camp.  We're doing the show High School Musical this term, and naturally I got the lead.  My summer friend Annabeth got the part of Sharpay, and she was OK with it, but I know someone who would have been better.  Jaime MacIntyre from school is a natural for the role, since that's who she behaves like in real life.  But Jaime doesn't go to theater camp.  She does all her performing in the hallways of our school.  Just another example of life imitating art.

 By the way, can someone check up on Will for me?  Without me around to keep an eye on him, he's bound to get into trouble.

It was my birthday last week.  January 16th, to be exact.  But I didn't have a big party or anything.

OK, I didn't have any party.  But some of the kids in the show took me out for ice cream after the performance.

Well actually, I invited them out.  But at least they came, right?

Anyway, at least Will remembered.  He brought me a big cake that he made himself.  It was smushed and lopsided, like he had thrown it against a wall before he brought it over, but it actually tasted pretty good.  I was surprised, but Will said that with the way his mother cooks, he's had to learn to make stuff himself to avoid starvation.  Of course, I only got to enjoy two forkfuls before my mother cut me off.

My other gift came from Timmy Newsome, the boy Will and I helped in the case of the Ring of Terror.  He bought me a beautiful bracelet that I'm sure was very expensive.  Now that I think about it, he's also been to three performances of my show.  I think he likes me.

I Got the Part!  I Got the Part!  It's been so exciting the last few weeks, I've forgotten about other stuff, including my blog.  Sorry I haven't written, but with all the rehearsals on top of the voice lessons, dance lessons, flute practice, tutoring, and oh yes, Homework...

Well, you get the idea.  I've been really busy.  Will's been kind of cranky about it all.  He says that if I'm going to help run a Monster Detective Agency, I need to actually show up now and then.

If you ask me, I think he's just a little jealous.  He says he's happy for me, but he sure got pissy when I told him I needed to put off helping out with Kashina Murphy's monster because of rehearsal.  He said he couldn't do that: it's bad business, and just plain wrong to leave someone at the mercy of a monster just so I can play on stage with a bunch of...well, he used a rather rude word to describe my fellow thesbians.

Like I said: Jealous

You would never guess it, but my mom keeps trying to make me famous.  She asked me when I was three if I'd like to try modelling, and she swears I was so excited I jumped up and down like a jumping bean.

I think she's making it all up.  I mean, maybe I had to go to the bathroom real bad?  Anyway, she's had me lining up for auditions ever since.  And some agent friend of hers told her I had potential, but I needed to have more than just a pretty face, so she's been signing me up for acting lessons, singing lessons, dance lessons, skating lessons, how to poop like a queen lessons (she says they're called ettiquette lessons, but I like my name for them better), and more.  You get the idea. 

 One of us loves the whole thing, but it isn't me.  Still, it would be nice if all this helps me get the lead in the school play this year.   We're doing My Fair Lady.  I think I'd make a perfect Eliza, don't you?

Listen, I should tell you right now: Don't believe everything Will says in these books.  He only tells his side of the story.  I've been helping him edit his writing, and I pointed out that he got some things wrong.  For instance, I never said anything about monsters being way cooler than the dust bunnies under my bed.  I'll have you know that I keep my room spotless - I would never have dust bunnies.  What did Will say to that?

He just shrugged, and said that's how he remembers things.

Boys :  They never remember things right.