May 10, G&T
I haven't written in awhile. I apologize for that. I just haven't had much to write about.
Turns out that Michael wasn't coming - or looking, in that case - in my direction. In fact, he wanted to ask Judith Gershner if she could please keep her rambling voice down to a minimum, it would be beneficial to everyone in the G&T room and rooms near us.
She turned bright red. Michael walked off. Yay.
Oh, Sierra invited me to her "party". It's at her place. It's really big, and she has an indoor pool and like ten thousand different rooms or something.
I don't know why she just didn't buy an entire apartment building or something.
But I don't think I'll go. I really don't. What would be the point of going? So that I can be publicly humiliated in front of snooty rich kids whose "Daddy" can buy them whatever they want?
I don't think so.
She said it wouldn't be any fun unless I'm there. Ha! I am so sure! It won't be any fun because there will be no one else to humiliate and embarrass to where they can't even go to school the next day. No way am I going to set myself in that position.
And my mother would never let me go to a party like that. Ever. In a million years. Because I know my mom, she hates all parties with loud music in big houses practically all the way across town.
Also, she hates parties with drinking.
I don't think there will be any drinking there, because Sierra is a good-girl prototype almost. Except for the snooty brat rich kid thing, she always turns in her homework and she makes Straight A's (all 100s) and a bunch of other things. She's never been to detention and the principal has never, ever seen her in her office.
I know. Unbelievable. All 100s?
But it's true.
Lilly was invited to. But I don't think Lilly will go. Lilly was only invited because I was, and, well, I guess Sierra had a dose of niceness.
Not that Lilly SHOULDN'T be invited to parties. I mean, she's most certainly a nice person. But I just don't think people think of her as a partying type.
Oh, I have to go. Lilly wants to talk to me.
May 10, Still G&T
Wow. I am totally, totally blown away.
"Are you going to the party?" Lilly asked me. I told her I wasn't planning on it, and even if I was, my mom probably wouldn't let me. Lilly acted all disappointed and asked me why I wasn't going. I looked at her point blank and said, "I just don't want to go to a party with a bunch of stuck-up losers. Would you want to?"
She told me that she actually did want to go. I asked her why and she said that she wanted to start being normal. She wanted to know what it was like to be part of the crowd and not the certified genius that she was. Also, she wanted to take her new boyfriend, Adam. (Didn't I tell you? She broke up with Boris because she found out a very hot guy named Adam liked her.)
I told her that I didn't care what she wanted to do with Adam and why she just didn't go herself, and she said that they'd only tease her unless I was there.
Me? What do they want with me?
Lilly made a big stink out of it and made it seem like it was a huge big deal, so I told her I was going.
Great. Now how am I going to get my mom to let me go? And who will I bring? Well, I'd bring Michael, but he'd never go. Ever. Unless...
Unless I told him that it was really important to me, and we wouldn't be there long, and I made it seem like it was the best thing he could do for me.
Actually, the best thing he could do for me was to lock me up, throw me in a closet, and tell Lilly that's why I can't go, because he's holding me hostage in a closet, tied up to a chair with no light whatsoever.
Well, it would have to be his closet. I think I'd only be happy in his closet. I've been in Lilly's closet when I had to hide, and I've been in Drs. Moscovitzes' closet when we were looking for old shoes.
But I have never, ever been in Michael's closet.
I don't think it would be bad, either.
Well, I have to find someone to get him to take me so that we can go and have the time of our lives.
What am I saying? The time of my life at Sierra's party with a bunch of snobby rich kids is pretty much impossible.
Unless they have Lifetime there, which I doubt they will. Most likely MTV or something, but most certainly not Lifetime because I know that no one cares to watch the made-for-TV Lifetime movie marathon.
Oh, Lilly just told me that Michael said he'd go.
Darn. Now I don't get to hang around in his closet. That would definitely be fun. That would be the party I'd like to go to.
Later days,
Mia
May 10, World Civ
I had an idea. I'll bring you to the party and, if things get boring, I'll hide in the bathroom and write in you.
Also, another idea. I'll tell my mom that it's a party at Sierra Tremont's house. That works. My mother adores Sierra Tremont and the entire Tremont family. Everyday it's like, "Oh, did you hear what the Tremonts suggested for Cheri's military program?" or "Oh, Mia, did you know that your father has started an agreement with Prince David of the Tremont family?" or some other annoying thing like that.
So it's safe. And it's all worked out.
This way, I get pluses for being a good friend, I get pluses to gain popularity and possibly have Lana and Sierra and Sierra's sister Hilary stop being so mean to me, and I don't have to sit at home with Mr. Gianini.
Yay!
May 11, 2:34 AM
Guess what? I talked to my mom at the dinner table. Mr. Gianini helped a little bit, but not too much.
This is pretty much how our conversation went:
Me: Mom, there's a party that I really want to go to and I got invited to. It's tomorrow at 6. Can I go?
Mom: Who's hosting it?
Mr. Gianini: Oh, is that the party that Sierra Tremont is hosting? You got invited to that?
Mom: Oh, honey, if Sierra invited you to a party, you know it can't be very good. They'll probably do what they did in that movie Carrie. Pass the sprouts, please, Frank?
Mr. Gianini: Helen, don't be so deploring!
Mom: I don't know. I mean, I know Sierra's a nice girl and everything, but don't you think that since she's so popular there will be other things there that I don't want you to be a part of?
Me: So you're saying just because she's popular there will be things like smoking and drinking and stuff.
Mr. Gianini: No, she's saying that just seems like a party with Lana and Hilary there, that's probably what they'll do. Is Josh Richter going?
Me: Lilly can go.
Mom: I'm not Lilly's mom, and you aren't Lilly.
Me: But if Lilly can go, and her parents don't let her do anything, don't you think I should go?
Mom: I think that Lilly's parents have a different view on parenting than I do. Frank, tell me more about this Sierra girl. I see her on TV, but I don't know much about her.
Mr. Gianini: I don't, either. She's a senior, and she's in Michael Moscovitz's classes. From what I hear, she's not exactly a bad student. She never gets in trouble, and she makes all A's.
Me: 100s.
Mr. Gianini: Yeah. I mean, she's the last person that I would expect to have smoking and drinking at a party.
Mom: But still. I just think it's a risk I'm not willing to take.
Me: The only reason I want to go is because Lilly wants me to go! It's important to her and I want to be a good friend. I already owe her because of that time when she covered for me when the press was really heavy.
Mr. Gianini: Helen, the girl's 15. Don't you think it's time to...loosen the strings a bit? Let her do more things and have more freedom?
Me: Listen to him, he's smart, he's a teacher.
Mom: But I just don't think it's a very good idea. I mean after all, my baby's growing up so fast and I don't know what to do!
Me/ Mr. Gianini: Hormones.
(I actually, at this point, didn't know which baby Mom was talking about - the unborn one or me. I'm assuming me, though, because the unborn one wasn't asking to go to a party.)
Mom: Is Michael going?
Me: Whichever answer will get me into the party.
Mom: Why do you want to go so bad?
Me: I want to do a nice thing for a friend.
Mom: I'm going to call, though, but yes, you can go.
Me: Thank you, Mom!
So now I get props for being a good friend. Yay. I'm so thrilled. Uh- oh. An instant message from Michael on my computer!
It says "We need to talk".
I'm going to stop writing so that we can talk - but - please wish me luck!!
Love, Mia
I haven't written in awhile. I apologize for that. I just haven't had much to write about.
Turns out that Michael wasn't coming - or looking, in that case - in my direction. In fact, he wanted to ask Judith Gershner if she could please keep her rambling voice down to a minimum, it would be beneficial to everyone in the G&T room and rooms near us.
She turned bright red. Michael walked off. Yay.
Oh, Sierra invited me to her "party". It's at her place. It's really big, and she has an indoor pool and like ten thousand different rooms or something.
I don't know why she just didn't buy an entire apartment building or something.
But I don't think I'll go. I really don't. What would be the point of going? So that I can be publicly humiliated in front of snooty rich kids whose "Daddy" can buy them whatever they want?
I don't think so.
She said it wouldn't be any fun unless I'm there. Ha! I am so sure! It won't be any fun because there will be no one else to humiliate and embarrass to where they can't even go to school the next day. No way am I going to set myself in that position.
And my mother would never let me go to a party like that. Ever. In a million years. Because I know my mom, she hates all parties with loud music in big houses practically all the way across town.
Also, she hates parties with drinking.
I don't think there will be any drinking there, because Sierra is a good-girl prototype almost. Except for the snooty brat rich kid thing, she always turns in her homework and she makes Straight A's (all 100s) and a bunch of other things. She's never been to detention and the principal has never, ever seen her in her office.
I know. Unbelievable. All 100s?
But it's true.
Lilly was invited to. But I don't think Lilly will go. Lilly was only invited because I was, and, well, I guess Sierra had a dose of niceness.
Not that Lilly SHOULDN'T be invited to parties. I mean, she's most certainly a nice person. But I just don't think people think of her as a partying type.
Oh, I have to go. Lilly wants to talk to me.
May 10, Still G&T
Wow. I am totally, totally blown away.
"Are you going to the party?" Lilly asked me. I told her I wasn't planning on it, and even if I was, my mom probably wouldn't let me. Lilly acted all disappointed and asked me why I wasn't going. I looked at her point blank and said, "I just don't want to go to a party with a bunch of stuck-up losers. Would you want to?"
She told me that she actually did want to go. I asked her why and she said that she wanted to start being normal. She wanted to know what it was like to be part of the crowd and not the certified genius that she was. Also, she wanted to take her new boyfriend, Adam. (Didn't I tell you? She broke up with Boris because she found out a very hot guy named Adam liked her.)
I told her that I didn't care what she wanted to do with Adam and why she just didn't go herself, and she said that they'd only tease her unless I was there.
Me? What do they want with me?
Lilly made a big stink out of it and made it seem like it was a huge big deal, so I told her I was going.
Great. Now how am I going to get my mom to let me go? And who will I bring? Well, I'd bring Michael, but he'd never go. Ever. Unless...
Unless I told him that it was really important to me, and we wouldn't be there long, and I made it seem like it was the best thing he could do for me.
Actually, the best thing he could do for me was to lock me up, throw me in a closet, and tell Lilly that's why I can't go, because he's holding me hostage in a closet, tied up to a chair with no light whatsoever.
Well, it would have to be his closet. I think I'd only be happy in his closet. I've been in Lilly's closet when I had to hide, and I've been in Drs. Moscovitzes' closet when we were looking for old shoes.
But I have never, ever been in Michael's closet.
I don't think it would be bad, either.
Well, I have to find someone to get him to take me so that we can go and have the time of our lives.
What am I saying? The time of my life at Sierra's party with a bunch of snobby rich kids is pretty much impossible.
Unless they have Lifetime there, which I doubt they will. Most likely MTV or something, but most certainly not Lifetime because I know that no one cares to watch the made-for-TV Lifetime movie marathon.
Oh, Lilly just told me that Michael said he'd go.
Darn. Now I don't get to hang around in his closet. That would definitely be fun. That would be the party I'd like to go to.
Later days,
Mia
May 10, World Civ
I had an idea. I'll bring you to the party and, if things get boring, I'll hide in the bathroom and write in you.
Also, another idea. I'll tell my mom that it's a party at Sierra Tremont's house. That works. My mother adores Sierra Tremont and the entire Tremont family. Everyday it's like, "Oh, did you hear what the Tremonts suggested for Cheri's military program?" or "Oh, Mia, did you know that your father has started an agreement with Prince David of the Tremont family?" or some other annoying thing like that.
So it's safe. And it's all worked out.
This way, I get pluses for being a good friend, I get pluses to gain popularity and possibly have Lana and Sierra and Sierra's sister Hilary stop being so mean to me, and I don't have to sit at home with Mr. Gianini.
Yay!
May 11, 2:34 AM
Guess what? I talked to my mom at the dinner table. Mr. Gianini helped a little bit, but not too much.
This is pretty much how our conversation went:
Me: Mom, there's a party that I really want to go to and I got invited to. It's tomorrow at 6. Can I go?
Mom: Who's hosting it?
Mr. Gianini: Oh, is that the party that Sierra Tremont is hosting? You got invited to that?
Mom: Oh, honey, if Sierra invited you to a party, you know it can't be very good. They'll probably do what they did in that movie Carrie. Pass the sprouts, please, Frank?
Mr. Gianini: Helen, don't be so deploring!
Mom: I don't know. I mean, I know Sierra's a nice girl and everything, but don't you think that since she's so popular there will be other things there that I don't want you to be a part of?
Me: So you're saying just because she's popular there will be things like smoking and drinking and stuff.
Mr. Gianini: No, she's saying that just seems like a party with Lana and Hilary there, that's probably what they'll do. Is Josh Richter going?
Me: Lilly can go.
Mom: I'm not Lilly's mom, and you aren't Lilly.
Me: But if Lilly can go, and her parents don't let her do anything, don't you think I should go?
Mom: I think that Lilly's parents have a different view on parenting than I do. Frank, tell me more about this Sierra girl. I see her on TV, but I don't know much about her.
Mr. Gianini: I don't, either. She's a senior, and she's in Michael Moscovitz's classes. From what I hear, she's not exactly a bad student. She never gets in trouble, and she makes all A's.
Me: 100s.
Mr. Gianini: Yeah. I mean, she's the last person that I would expect to have smoking and drinking at a party.
Mom: But still. I just think it's a risk I'm not willing to take.
Me: The only reason I want to go is because Lilly wants me to go! It's important to her and I want to be a good friend. I already owe her because of that time when she covered for me when the press was really heavy.
Mr. Gianini: Helen, the girl's 15. Don't you think it's time to...loosen the strings a bit? Let her do more things and have more freedom?
Me: Listen to him, he's smart, he's a teacher.
Mom: But I just don't think it's a very good idea. I mean after all, my baby's growing up so fast and I don't know what to do!
Me/ Mr. Gianini: Hormones.
(I actually, at this point, didn't know which baby Mom was talking about - the unborn one or me. I'm assuming me, though, because the unborn one wasn't asking to go to a party.)
Mom: Is Michael going?
Me: Whichever answer will get me into the party.
Mom: Why do you want to go so bad?
Me: I want to do a nice thing for a friend.
Mom: I'm going to call, though, but yes, you can go.
Me: Thank you, Mom!
So now I get props for being a good friend. Yay. I'm so thrilled. Uh- oh. An instant message from Michael on my computer!
It says "We need to talk".
I'm going to stop writing so that we can talk - but - please wish me luck!!
Love, Mia
