April 4, Algebra 2

Well, I must say I had much fun at lunch. It really cheered me up. Of course, just the fact that Michael was there made everything all better, but the other people who sit at our table always make lunch fun. I had been sulky earlier, for no reason I could think of, but I totally felt better after having myself a good laugh. At our usual table was me, Michael, Lily, Boris, and JP. Our discussion today was the morning announcements that consisted of commercials for the upcoming talent night being broadcasted in the school. One commercial had a boy I hardly know, a giant pencil, and the phrase "your mom". This was the one was the subject of said discussion. JP was at a loss at who wrote that script, and it was hilarious to see him try so hard to figure out who it was. We all tried to figure it out, but we didn't. I actually didn't care. I just thought it was plain funny.

Although I felt, for the most part, at ease, I felt weird because of today's seating arrangement. Normally, Michael sits across from me, in between Boris and JP, Lily next to JP, and me next to Boris, but today, Michael sat next to me. I swear I had trouble breathing for a minute because he sat sort of close to me, and his dang knee kept on brushing against mine every so often. I was about to go crazy, I swear. And it was quite odd, because I kept on scotching nearer to Lily, and I thought I was doing it subtly, but maybe I was more obvious than I thought, because Michael seemed to keep moving nearer to me, too. I definitely had to stop, otherwise I probably would have been pinned in between them, even though I would have been in almost eternal bliss, being pinned by my heart's desire.

Then, JP said something that sort of annoyed me, so to get him back, just because I could, I whipped out my Wite Out and put a white spot on his face. He had a surprised facial expression and then put his head down like he did the last time that happened to him, and like last time, I was too slow to put some more on the back of his neck when Michael suggested that I should. Oh well. I still got him good.

To keep myself preoccupied from doing anything that might give me away about being pleased by being pinned to Lily by Michael, I mindlessly nibbled on my fake acrylic nails. Grandmère would kill me for it, but it's something I can live with. Besides, I had a darned good reason for doing it, too, so there! And I had been in my own little world whilst biting my nails that I didn't realize that the bell ending lunch had rung, and Michael had lightly shaken me out of my daze, although when I had gathered my stuff, he had disappeared.

I had run out into the partially crowded hallway to catch up with Lily, JP, and Boris. I caught up with JP first, and I laughed because he was still trying to get the spot off his face, but he only made it worse. Lily and Boris waited for us to catch up to them, and they burst out laughing when they saw that JP had made the spot worse. I smiled proudly at my work of art on JP's face as we started walking and he was telling me of his custom made mouse pointers on his computer. He had made the randomest ones and I could only make a face that said "And I'm friends with this kid because???"

At the cut-through hall, Lily had left us so it was me, JP, and Boris. We had walked the rest of the way back to our separate classes and I had yet again walked back into my Algebra class, laughing to myself, reflecting on the events that had just passed. And now I can't focus on my work because I am yet again thinking about Michael. He is sweetly plaguing my mind and there is NOTHING I can do about it. Lily says she'll talk to him for me but I will NOT let her. Because, if she does, he will probably figure that something's up because he's so freaking smart, and then might want to stay away from me, thinking that I'm like obsessed with him or something. So not the case. I'm just in love with the kid. That's all. Ahhh, Michael, Michael, Michael. Oh, someone slap me.

"What's the answer to number 13, Mia?" Mr. Gianini asked me. I instinctively covered my journal as I dumbly answered, "Um, 12?"

"That's correct, but what are you doing that's distracting you from following along with us?" he asked.

"Nothing, just taking notes is all," I quickly came up with. He turned around, showing the work that answered the question.

Wait a minute. Whoa. I just answered an Algebra question CORRECTLY. I never get them right. What is this? Should we expect an apocalypse?? This is one of the signs, right? I mean, it should be, considering Lily, Michael, Boris, JP, and I were talking about it one lunch period. How on earth did I get that right?? Wow. Wait. I was thinking about Michael, right? Oh, I wonder if thinking about Michael makes me smarter. Cool. That works for me. Man, I am such a freak. Lana's right (for once, actually). But I'm the coolest freak. There's no doubt about that.

And now I'm sorely tempted to just stop writing and just doodle on my notes because I'm getting really bored of Algebra. Maybe I'll make a list.

Reasons Why I Love Michael Moscovitz

1. He's extremely nice to me, which is more than I can say for some other people.

2. He's extremely hot, the second hottest in the school, and you can't really can't get much better than that.

3. He's really, really smart, and that's good if you're like me and can't understand Algebra to save your life.

4. He's taller than me, and that's just something I like.

5. He plays an instrument well, which shows dedication, and dedication is crucial (to me) in a good boyfriend.

6. He's athletic, 'nuff said.

7. He loves Star Wars. What more could I ask for?

And I know there's so much more to list, but then I wouldn't have enough journal to record the happenings of my life. But I'm actually going to stop and really try to learn some Algebra. Either way, I'll probably be going to Michael for help and have him tutor me in it later. Maybe then he can brush his leg against mine again. I'm such a creeper.