Thursday, May 1, MY BIRTHDAY, Gifted and Talented
Today, in honour of my birthday, Michael ate lunch at my table, instead of with the Computer Club, even though it's a Thursday. It was actually quite romantic, because it turns out that not only had he paid that little visit to the Manhattan Muffin Company this morning, but he also ditched fourth period and snuck out to Wu Liang Ye to get me the cold sesame noodles
I like so much and can't get downtown, the ones that are so spicy you need to drink TWO cans of Coke before your tongue feels normal again after you eat them.
Which was totally sweet of him, and was actually even a bit of a relief, because I have been quite worried about what Michael is going to give me as a birthday present, because I know he must feel like he has a lot to live up to, seeing as how I got him moon rocks for his birthday.
I hope he realizes that, being a princess and all, I have access to moon rocks, but that I truly do not expect people to give me gifts that are of moon rock quality. I mean, I hope Michael knows that I would be happy with a simple, 'Mia, will you go to the prom with me?' And, of course, a Tiffany's charm bracelet with a charm that says Property of Michael Moscovitz on it that I could wear everywhere I go and so the next time some European prince asks me to dance at a ball I can hold up the bracelet and be all, 'Sorry, can't you read? I belong to Michael Moscovitz.'
Except Tina says even though it would be totally great if Michael got this for me, she doesn't think he will, because giving a
girl - even his girlfriend - a chain that says Property of Michael Moscovitz seems a little presumptuous and not something Michael would do. I showed Tina the collar Lilly had given me for Fat Louie, but Tina says that isn't the same thing.
Is it wrong of me to want to be my boyfriend's property? I mean, it's not like I'm willing to usurp my own identity or take his name or anything if we got married (being a princess, even if I wanted to, I couldn't, unless I abdicated). In fact, chances are, the guy I marry is going to have to take MY name.
I just, you know, wouldn't mind a LITTLE possessiveness.
Uh-oh, something is going on. Michael just got up and went to the door to make sure Mrs. Hill was firmly ensconced in the Teachers' Lounge, and Boris just came out of the supply closet, but the bell hasn't rung yet. What's up with that?
Thursday, May 1, still MY BIRTHDAY, French
I guess I needn't have worried about what Michael was going to get me for my birthday, because just now his band showed
up - yes, his band, Skinner Box, right here in the G and T room. Well, Boris was already here because he is supposed to practise his violin during G and T, but the other band members - Felix, the drummer with the goatee, tall Paul the keyboardist and Trevor the guitar-player - all cut class to set up in the G and T classroom and play me a song Michael wrote just for me.
It went:
Combat boots and veggie burgers
Just one glance gives me the shivers
There she goes Princess of my heart
Hates social injustice and nicotine
She's no ordinary beauty queen
There she goes Princess of my heart
Chorus: Princess of my heart
Oh I don't know where to start
Say I'll be your prince
Till this lifetime ends.
Princess of my heart
I loved you from the start
Say you love me too
Over my heart you so rule.
Promise you won't execute me
with those gorgeous smiles you shoot me
There she goes Princess of my heart
You don't even have to knight me
Every time you laugh you smite me
There she goes Princess of my heart
Chorus: Princess of my heart
Oh I don't know where to start
Say I'll be your prince
Till this lifetime ends.
Princess of my heart
I loved you from the start
Say you love me too
and then together we will rule.
And this time there was no question the song was about me, like there was that time Michael played me that 'Tall Drink of Water' song he wrote!
Anyway, the whole school heard Michael's song about me because Skinner Box had their amps turned up so loud. Mrs Hill and everybody else who was in the Teachers' Lounge came out of it, waited politely for Skinner Box to finish the song, then gave the whole band detention.
And, OK, on Mademoiselle Klein's birthday, Mr. Wheeton had a dozen red roses delivered to her in the middle of fifth
period. But he didn't write a song just for her and play it for the whole school to hear.
And yeah, Lana may be going to the prom, but her boyfriend - not to mention his friends - never got detention for her.
So really, except for the whole having-to-spend-July-and-August-in-Genovia thing - oh, and the prom thing - fifteen is
looking pretty good so far.
Homework
Algebra: You would think my own stepfather would be nice and not give me homework on MY BIRTHDAY, but no
English: The Iceman Cometh
Biology: Ice-worm
Health and Safety: Check with Lilly
Gifted and Talented: As if
French: Check with Tina
World Civ.: God knows
Thursday, May 1, still MY BIRTHDAY, the ladies room at les Hautes Manger
OK, this is so my best birthday ever.
I am serious. I mean, even my mom and dad are getting along with each other - or trying to, anyway. It is so sweet. I am so proud of them. You can totally tell my mom's maternity tights are driving her crazy, but she isn't complaining about them a bit, and Dad totally hasn't said anything about the anarchy symbols she's wearing as earrings. And Mr. Gianini put Grandmere right off her lecture about his goatee (Grandmere cannot abide facial hair on a man) by telling her that she looks younger and younger every time he sees her. Which you could tell pleased Grandmere no end, since she was smiling all through the appetizers (she can move her lips again now that the inflammation from her chemical peel has finally died down).
I was a little worried that Mr. G's observation would cause my mom to go off on the beauty industry and how they are ageist and are constantly trying to propagate the myth that you can't be attractive unless you have the dewy skin of someone my age (which doesn't even make sense since most people my age have zits unless they can afford a fancy dermatologist like the one Grandmere sends me to, who gives me all these prescription unguents so that I can avoid unprincesslike breakouts), but she totally refrained in my honour.