Monday, October 13
Mood: proud
Music: Saturday – Fall Out Boy
Well, nothing of great importance happened today. Meaning nothing happened with Mia today.
I have more time on my hands now that this month's issue of Crackhead is finished. So I was helping her with her Algebra.
She has some major organizing issues. She writes her notes in whatever notebook happens to be within reach.
Wow. I wish I could be that carefree. I mean, I'm always worried about my notes, and then Lilly tells me to just chill, that if she sees me freak out about my calc notes again, she'll throw them out the window.
Obviously Lilly does not know the dangers of throwing things out of the sixteenth floor of an apartment.
But I have to be nice to Lilly. Or else she'll tell everyone that I was crying during a 7th Heaven rerun. Which, I should add, I was totally not doing.
Although I could cry at the pathetic-ness of it all.
Anyway, Thermopolis was also not concentrating on Algebra. She just kept on looking over at Boris and Lilly. Am I really that boring when it comes to teaching subjects? Geez, maybe I'm more boring than Mr. G.
Mia also bumped her knee against mine. Whether or not it was on purpose was lost on me.
Not that you need a play by play on what goes on during my tutoring sessions with her. I'm just stating it for the record is all.
But then she got a hall pass to the Guptinator's office. So I don't know what that was all about.
I'm still just stating it for the record.
UPDATE:
Lilly came in and told me why Thermopolis got a hall pass. She got in trouble! She coned Lana with a Nutty Royale for dissing her new friend Tina.
Lilly is upset that she would do this for Tina, but that in all of her fourteen years of life, Mia never did any such thing for her.
Maybe Mia is more assertive without Lilly. Kind of ironic, no?
Still, it's good to know Mia isn't turning into Lana. Seeing as how she coned her.
YES!
Tuesday, October 14 Mood: rejected Music: a whole bunch of Black Sabbath songs
Well. That was smooth, Moscovitz.
First off, at G&T, I congratulated Mia on her annihilating Lana with a Nutty Royale. She seemed surprised I would know of this little incident.
Does she really think I'm untrustworthy, AND deaf and blind as well? My reputation is saved.
And she actually seems to think Lilly says mean things about her. Lilly doesn't say mean things. She just says what's on her mind. But doesn't think about the consequences.
Then she said she had problems. That's hilarious. Mia Thermopolis? Having problems? What could happen to her? Did it turn out that Fat Louie rightfully belongs to some sort of monarch, and that now she must give him up? Please. I didn't think she had problems. But then she told me about failing Algebra, detention, and finding Mr. G in boxer shorts in the morning.
So I told her I guess she did have some problems after all. But those aren't like my big, massive, problems. I could tell you, but this journal is practically dedicated to those problems. So whatever.
We were actually getting along and everything... until I asked if she was doing anything Saturday. I thought maybe she'd like to come over and watch Star Wars or something. She and Lilly are the only two girls I know that can watch Star Wars and do this:
"Obi Wan, now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time."
Which is when you're supposed to say:
"How long?"
And then he says:
"A very long time."
They're the only two I know who can do that, and it's always fun when Mia comes over.
So I asked, but then the bell rang, and Mia ran out of G&T like the Storm Troopers were after her or something.
I guess I'm still repulsive to her.
I'm just trying to get the two of them back together. It's really weird not seeing Mia around here anymore.
Wednesday, October 15 Mood: EXTREMELY CONFUSED TO THE POINT OF INSANITY Music: a weird roaring noise keeps coming back to me every time I hear a certain word
She is a princess.
Those were the first four words I heard today as I reached AEHS. All over were little groups reading today's issue of the Post. I kept on hearing people whispering, "She's a princess." I was actually intrigued, I mean you don't hear about this stuff everyday. So finally I saw Alicia from Computer Club and asked her who was a princess.
She looked at like I was absolutely insane (which, by the way, I think I am) and said, "You mean you don't know?"
So by now I was really confused to the millionth power. I shouted really loudly that I didn't and she said, and I quote, "I can't believe you didn't know then. It's that freshman you're always hanging out with. What's-her- face... ummm... Mia. She's the princess of Genovia."
I couldn't speak. I was just feeling indescribable. Mia Thermopolis, Princess of Genovia. It actually made sense though. That was the weirdest part. Like, I never pictured Mia working nights at the Cold Stone Creamery. I always thought she'd have a very unique future.
Little did I know...
Anyway, so I borrowed Alicia's copy of the Post and read up on Mia's entire story in homeroom.
After my morning classes, it was time for G&T. I got there and Mia right away started going on about some math problems I gave her. She was trying to be funny about it, and I would've laughed, except I of course was curious in her being a princess. Christ, it's still weird to write that. So I asked if we were all just supposed to figure out her secret, and she said she hoped no one would find out. Way to state the obvious.
So apparently she didn't read the article, and this cued Lilly to barge in on the conversation. The look on Mia's face when Lilly mentioned her father's personal worth was estimated to be well over 3 hundred million dollars was priceless. I wish I had a camera.
Then Lilly started to really piss me off. She was persecuting Mia's dad about not working for his three hundred million when something in me snapped.
I can be pretty smart when I need to be. So here is what I think I said about Mia's dad, and eventually (gasp) Mia's country.
Pardon me, Lilly, (haha, pardon me? Moscovitz, you're so debonair!!) but it's my understanding that Mia's father works extremely hard for his country. His father's historic pledge, after the Mussolini forces invaded in 1939, to exercise the rights of sovereignty in accordance with the political and economic interests of neighboring France in exchange for military and naval protection in the event of war might have tied the hands of a lesser politician, but Mia's father (here's where I begin to look good, and Mia has already gone pale, and she was positively gaping) has managed to work around that agreement. His efforts have resulted in a nation that has the highest literacy rate in Europe, some of the best educational attainment rates, and the lowest infant mortality, inflation, and unemployment rates in the Western Hemisphere.
Naturally, that got Lilly upset. And obviously, if Mia didn't already think I was a freak for getting accepted into Columbia, early decision, then this would have done me in.
And the good part is that I remembered everything from the Post. Thermopolis looked dead, Lilly looked ready to kill, and the whole room was silent.
Then Lilly started getting on Mia's case, and that's when I snapped again and told her she was jealous of Mia's new hair (which actually now looks not as similar to Lana's), of Mia's new friend, and of Mia's secret, which has now come out into the open.
After that Lilly really was on the warpath. And this time, it was against me. She said she wondered that while my argument was very logical, perhaps it had more "libidinous" than "intellectual" roots.
All I have to say about that is: thank you GOD for Mia's short attention span. Thank you to the millionth power. I could feel myself turning red.
At least Mia looked lost.
So that was basically my weird day. She has a BODYGUARD. He follows her everywhere. Everywhere. I asked her if he even had to go with her on dates, like to the Cultural Diversity Dance.
I really could not believe it. I was pretty much asking her to go to the Cultural Diversity Dance. But I found out she doesn't have a date still. We'll see.
And Mrs. Hill came in and yelled at us, so that was the end of the conversation.
(A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive reviews! I really appreciate it... and again if Michael's POV disappoints you, I am terribly sorry. Give me pointers on how to improve. Chapter 4 coming soon!)
Well, nothing of great importance happened today. Meaning nothing happened with Mia today.
I have more time on my hands now that this month's issue of Crackhead is finished. So I was helping her with her Algebra.
She has some major organizing issues. She writes her notes in whatever notebook happens to be within reach.
Wow. I wish I could be that carefree. I mean, I'm always worried about my notes, and then Lilly tells me to just chill, that if she sees me freak out about my calc notes again, she'll throw them out the window.
Obviously Lilly does not know the dangers of throwing things out of the sixteenth floor of an apartment.
But I have to be nice to Lilly. Or else she'll tell everyone that I was crying during a 7th Heaven rerun. Which, I should add, I was totally not doing.
Although I could cry at the pathetic-ness of it all.
Anyway, Thermopolis was also not concentrating on Algebra. She just kept on looking over at Boris and Lilly. Am I really that boring when it comes to teaching subjects? Geez, maybe I'm more boring than Mr. G.
Mia also bumped her knee against mine. Whether or not it was on purpose was lost on me.
Not that you need a play by play on what goes on during my tutoring sessions with her. I'm just stating it for the record is all.
But then she got a hall pass to the Guptinator's office. So I don't know what that was all about.
I'm still just stating it for the record.
UPDATE:
Lilly came in and told me why Thermopolis got a hall pass. She got in trouble! She coned Lana with a Nutty Royale for dissing her new friend Tina.
Lilly is upset that she would do this for Tina, but that in all of her fourteen years of life, Mia never did any such thing for her.
Maybe Mia is more assertive without Lilly. Kind of ironic, no?
Still, it's good to know Mia isn't turning into Lana. Seeing as how she coned her.
YES!
Tuesday, October 14 Mood: rejected Music: a whole bunch of Black Sabbath songs
Well. That was smooth, Moscovitz.
First off, at G&T, I congratulated Mia on her annihilating Lana with a Nutty Royale. She seemed surprised I would know of this little incident.
Does she really think I'm untrustworthy, AND deaf and blind as well? My reputation is saved.
And she actually seems to think Lilly says mean things about her. Lilly doesn't say mean things. She just says what's on her mind. But doesn't think about the consequences.
Then she said she had problems. That's hilarious. Mia Thermopolis? Having problems? What could happen to her? Did it turn out that Fat Louie rightfully belongs to some sort of monarch, and that now she must give him up? Please. I didn't think she had problems. But then she told me about failing Algebra, detention, and finding Mr. G in boxer shorts in the morning.
So I told her I guess she did have some problems after all. But those aren't like my big, massive, problems. I could tell you, but this journal is practically dedicated to those problems. So whatever.
We were actually getting along and everything... until I asked if she was doing anything Saturday. I thought maybe she'd like to come over and watch Star Wars or something. She and Lilly are the only two girls I know that can watch Star Wars and do this:
"Obi Wan, now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time."
Which is when you're supposed to say:
"How long?"
And then he says:
"A very long time."
They're the only two I know who can do that, and it's always fun when Mia comes over.
So I asked, but then the bell rang, and Mia ran out of G&T like the Storm Troopers were after her or something.
I guess I'm still repulsive to her.
I'm just trying to get the two of them back together. It's really weird not seeing Mia around here anymore.
Wednesday, October 15 Mood: EXTREMELY CONFUSED TO THE POINT OF INSANITY Music: a weird roaring noise keeps coming back to me every time I hear a certain word
She is a princess.
Those were the first four words I heard today as I reached AEHS. All over were little groups reading today's issue of the Post. I kept on hearing people whispering, "She's a princess." I was actually intrigued, I mean you don't hear about this stuff everyday. So finally I saw Alicia from Computer Club and asked her who was a princess.
She looked at like I was absolutely insane (which, by the way, I think I am) and said, "You mean you don't know?"
So by now I was really confused to the millionth power. I shouted really loudly that I didn't and she said, and I quote, "I can't believe you didn't know then. It's that freshman you're always hanging out with. What's-her- face... ummm... Mia. She's the princess of Genovia."
I couldn't speak. I was just feeling indescribable. Mia Thermopolis, Princess of Genovia. It actually made sense though. That was the weirdest part. Like, I never pictured Mia working nights at the Cold Stone Creamery. I always thought she'd have a very unique future.
Little did I know...
Anyway, so I borrowed Alicia's copy of the Post and read up on Mia's entire story in homeroom.
After my morning classes, it was time for G&T. I got there and Mia right away started going on about some math problems I gave her. She was trying to be funny about it, and I would've laughed, except I of course was curious in her being a princess. Christ, it's still weird to write that. So I asked if we were all just supposed to figure out her secret, and she said she hoped no one would find out. Way to state the obvious.
So apparently she didn't read the article, and this cued Lilly to barge in on the conversation. The look on Mia's face when Lilly mentioned her father's personal worth was estimated to be well over 3 hundred million dollars was priceless. I wish I had a camera.
Then Lilly started to really piss me off. She was persecuting Mia's dad about not working for his three hundred million when something in me snapped.
I can be pretty smart when I need to be. So here is what I think I said about Mia's dad, and eventually (gasp) Mia's country.
Pardon me, Lilly, (haha, pardon me? Moscovitz, you're so debonair!!) but it's my understanding that Mia's father works extremely hard for his country. His father's historic pledge, after the Mussolini forces invaded in 1939, to exercise the rights of sovereignty in accordance with the political and economic interests of neighboring France in exchange for military and naval protection in the event of war might have tied the hands of a lesser politician, but Mia's father (here's where I begin to look good, and Mia has already gone pale, and she was positively gaping) has managed to work around that agreement. His efforts have resulted in a nation that has the highest literacy rate in Europe, some of the best educational attainment rates, and the lowest infant mortality, inflation, and unemployment rates in the Western Hemisphere.
Naturally, that got Lilly upset. And obviously, if Mia didn't already think I was a freak for getting accepted into Columbia, early decision, then this would have done me in.
And the good part is that I remembered everything from the Post. Thermopolis looked dead, Lilly looked ready to kill, and the whole room was silent.
Then Lilly started getting on Mia's case, and that's when I snapped again and told her she was jealous of Mia's new hair (which actually now looks not as similar to Lana's), of Mia's new friend, and of Mia's secret, which has now come out into the open.
After that Lilly really was on the warpath. And this time, it was against me. She said she wondered that while my argument was very logical, perhaps it had more "libidinous" than "intellectual" roots.
All I have to say about that is: thank you GOD for Mia's short attention span. Thank you to the millionth power. I could feel myself turning red.
At least Mia looked lost.
So that was basically my weird day. She has a BODYGUARD. He follows her everywhere. Everywhere. I asked her if he even had to go with her on dates, like to the Cultural Diversity Dance.
I really could not believe it. I was pretty much asking her to go to the Cultural Diversity Dance. But I found out she doesn't have a date still. We'll see.
And Mrs. Hill came in and yelled at us, so that was the end of the conversation.
(A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive reviews! I really appreciate it... and again if Michael's POV disappoints you, I am terribly sorry. Give me pointers on how to improve. Chapter 4 coming soon!)