Okay, I know it's been forever and a half since I updated, but since it was a long weekend, I went home to my craptastic internet connection. [After the football game, of course.]
Anyways, Rice Krispies Treats with M&M's for everyone that reviews!! [Trust me, they are so good....]
September 7th, the loft
I logged on tonight after finishing up my chapters of the night for English, in hopes of catching Michael on. Unfortunately, I got an away message:
LinuxRulz: I'm at a lecture on astrophysics in Grant, and then I'm going by a frat house to pick up my roommate.
A frat house! I can't even believe it. I mean, don't those really pretty co-ed sorority girls hang out in frat houses? Michael is HOT, and that's not just the girlfriend talking either. He was the third hottest guy in the senior class last year, behind Josh Richter and Justin Baxendale. I bet right now some girl is just waiting for him at that frat house...he'll forget all about me, his lowly sophomore in high school girlfriend.
Face it, I definitely don't have the same endowment in the chest area as most of the sorority girls I've seen. At least in movies and on television.
I was just trying to organize which football player I was going to interview when (my story is due by the end of the week, so I need to give myself some time to write it. I hope the sports editor, Whitney, likes my angle) when I got an instant message.
I flew over to my computer to see who it was from.
LinuxRulz: Miss you.
FtLouie: Miss you more.
LinuxRulz: You can't possibly. You see Lilly everyday. I am at Columbia with my jackass of a roommate whose idea of fun is to go to a frat party on a Thursday night and get totally wasted.
FtLouie: The first week of school?
LinuxRulz: Yeah, the first week. He's sitting on the floor with a trash can between his legs.
FtLouie: Um, ew.
LinuxRulz: Exactly. Evidently, Thursday night is the big frat party night. Gearing up for the weekend or something.
FtLouie: I hope I don't have a sorority girl for a roommate.
LinuxRulz: Knowing your luck, you will.
FtLouie: Thanks for your vote of confidence.
LinuxRulz: I know. Such a supportive boyfriend, aren't I?
FtLouie: The best.
LinuxRulz: The best.
FtLouie: So what are your plans for the weekend?
LinuxRulz: I have a lot of homework...
FtLouie: So do I.
LinuxRulz: But I was thinking about taking a break on Saturday afternoon. I miss the Big Wong and their vegetable dumplings.
FtLouie: So what are you saying?
LinuxRulz: Would you like to meet me there. Saturday, say around 1'ish?
Ack! Michael had asked me to meet him at the Big Wong!
FtLouie: You do remember that Lars will have to go with me.
LinuxRulz: I know.
FtLouie: One minute, let me ask Mom.
I ran down the stairs.
"Mom, can I go and have lunch on Saturday at Big Wong with Michael?" Please don't say no...
"Of course, dear," she said. She was feeding Rocky at the kitchen table. For a four-month-old, that baby sure did eat a lot. He already weighed twenty pounds. He ate more than I did, and I was a teenager! I ran back up the stairs, seconds before Rocky threw some cereal at Mom.
FtLouie: It's all good, she said I can come.
LinuxRulz: Great. How about I just meet you at your house?
FtLouie: Sounds good.
LinuxRulz: I have to go. I'm going to go to the library, where it's quiet and doesn't smell of alcohol.
FtLouie: Okay, love you.
LinuxRulz: Back atcha.
At that moment, the phone rang.
"Mia! You have a phone call!" My mom's voice rang from downstairs. I picked up the extension in my room.
"Hello?"
"Amelia!"
Oh no. Grandmére was back from her vacation. I had finally convinced her to take that vacation to Baden-Baden, now that the baggage handlers weren't on strike anymore.
"Amelia, I have the best surprise for you. Can you meet me tomorrow after school in my penthouse? We really must discuss it in person, not over the vile telephone like that president of yours."
"Yes. You'll remember that I don't have Algebra Review Sessions this year," Oh no, soon I'll probably have Geometry sessions. "So I should be there by like, three."
"Yes, yes. Three it is."
And then she hung up! On me!
Oh jeez. The last time she said she had the best surprise for me, I was being interviewed by Beverly Bellerieve on TwentyFourSeven, and I think everyone in America remembers the disaster THAT turned out to be.
I should probably start to work on my Geometry now. It doesn't do itself.
Darn it.
Okay, I promise the next review will be longer and have lots of Grandmére goodness! ANNNNNNND you will find out what the big surprise is!!
