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think so. in fact, i’m going to go find him and give it back.

Monday, November 22
    7:07 AM, EST
    Kitty Cats,
    My mother let me wear makeup today. Only foundation to cover up the T, but it’s a start.
    Sort of.
    I mean, to be honest, I look exactly the way I would if I weren’t wearing makeup and I didn’t have the T. I’d much rather be wearing something that makes you look beautiful and glamorous. Like mascara or eye shadow or one of those lip glosses that makes your lips look more kissable. I guess if I want to wear fun makeup like that, next time I’ll have to tape medicated pads to my eyes or mouth.
    Off to school. Hopefully when I come back, my invitation will be waiting for me.
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10:08 PM, EST
    Turns out my kiss with CJ is one of many reasons I need to go to that bar mitzvah. Roger Morris isn’t just wealthy like Samantha said. He’s downright rich. Rich, I tell you! Here’s what Lynn said would be in his gift bags:
    1. A gift certificate to Makeup Emporium
    2. Scented candles
    3. DVDs of the Lord of the Rings trilogy (which I’ll give to Horse Ass. I only saw the first one, which from what I could tell between naps was a movie about short people walking up and down hills).
    4. A sports watch
    And last but not least
    5. An iPod!
    Yes, you heard me correctly. An iPod! Just what every thirteen-year-old needs to feel like they fit in. Like they belong. Like they’re just as cool as the next guy. And like they’re willing to fork over lots and lots of money to prove it.
    Also, it’s at the Spectrum, which is just like Madison Square Garden except in Philadelphia. And there’s going to be a disco, an ice-skating rink, bumper cars, and a world-famous rock band whose identity is to be kept secret. Plus food from all over the world, including a sushi bar, a fajita station, gourmet pizza, and lobster, which isn’t even kosher, but it’s okay because Roger’s parents have a special arrangement with their rabbi.
    And a make-your-own-sundae table.
    This bar mitzvah sounds like it’s going to be the most amazing time in the history of amazing times. I want to make history too!
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Comments:
    Logged in at 10:17 PM, EST kweenclaudia: that sounds really fun, rae. i wish we could go with you. i’d bring clint too. he’s never been ice skating.
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    PiaBallerina: That sounds amazing, Rae. I wish there was a boy I wanted to kiss at a bar mitzvah.

Tuesday, November 23
    5:13 PM, EST
    Kitties!
    Still no invitation! Last night I asked Lynn if I could be her date and she told me that bar mitzvahs didn’t work that way. You can’t just bring a date.
    I realized I had to take matters in to my own hands, so during homeroom I found Roger and tried to give him the hint.
    â€œI really love bar mitzvahs, Roger,” I told him. “It’s weird because there were so many in Berkeley, but no one seems to be having any in Philadelphia.”
    But all he said was, “Weird.”

Wednesday, November 24
    7:03 AM, EST
    Cats!
    I had a brilliant idea. Last night I went to the mall with Samantha and got a gift certificate to Big & Tall. I’m going to leave it in Roger’s locker with a birthday card and then he’ll have to invite me.
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12:43 PM, EST
    Roger said, “Thank you for the gift.”
    He did not say, “Please come to my bar mitzvah.”
    Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, so today’s the last day of school before the bar mitzvah. What should I do?
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5:53 PM, EST
    That’s it. It’s no use. No matter what I do, I can’t get myself invited to Roger’s bar mitzvah. I came up with the brilliant idea of offering to cover the event in my CoolerThanYou entertainment column. And you know what he said? He said, “That’s okay, The Philadelphia Inquirer is already going to be there.”
    So once again I’m not going to be able to have my kiss with CJ. And once again