She sounded so sad! She was even using a blue font!
FtLouie: I'm just doing my Bio. How are you?
Iluvromance: OK, I guess. I just miss him so imichimmmilimiim I wish I had never even
heard of stupid Jane Eyre.
Remembering what my mom had said, I wrote:
FtLouie: Tina, if Dave was willing to break up with you just because you didn't return
his calls, then he was not worthy of you. You will find a new boy, one who
appreciates you.
Iluvromance: Do U really think so?
FtLouie: Absolutely.
Iluvromance: But where am I going to find a boy who appreciates me at AEHS? All the boys
who go there are morons. Except MM of course.
FtLouie: Don't worry, we'll find someone for you. I have to go IM my dad now . . .
I didn't want to tell her that the person I really had to IM was Michael. I didn't want to rub it in that I had a boyfriend and she didn't. Also, I hoped she didn't remember that in Genovia, where my dad was, it was four o'clock in the morning. Also that the Palais de Genovia doesn't have instant messaging.
FtLouie: so TTYL.
Iluvromance: OK, bye. If U feel like chatting later, I'll be here. I have nowhere else
to go.
Poor, sweet Tina! She is clearly prostrate with grief. Really, if you think about it, she is well rid of Dave. If he wanted to leave her for this Jasmine girl so badly, he could have let her down gently by cat-on-the-roofing her. If he were any kind of gentleman, he would have. But it was all too clear now that Dave was no gentleman at all.
I'm glad MY boyfriend is so different. Or at least, I hope he is. No, wait, of course he is. He's MICHAEL.
FtLouie: Hey!
LinuxRulz:Hey back atcha! Where have you been?
FtLouie: Princess lessons.
LinuxRulz:Don't you know everything there is to know about being a princess yet?
FtLouie: Apparently not. Grandmere's got me in for some fine tuning. Speaking of which,
is there, like, a later showing of Star Wars than the seven o'clock?
LinuxRulz:Yeah, there's an eleven. Why?
FtLouie: Oh, nothing.
LinuxRulz: WHY?
But see, here was the part where I couldn't do it. Maybe because of the capital letters, or maybe because my conversation
with Tina was still too fresh in my mind. The unparalleled sadness in her blue U letters was just too much for me. I know I should have just come right out and told him about the ball thingy then and there, only I couldn't go through with it. All I
could think about was how incredibly smart and gifted Michael is, and what a pathetic, talentless freak I am, and how
easy it would be for him to go out and find someone worthier of his attentions.
So instead, I wrote:
FtLouie: I've been trying to think of some names for your band.
LinuxRulz: What does that have to do with whether or not there's a later showing of Star Wars Friday night?
FtLouie: Well, nothing, I guess. Except what do you think of Michael and the Wookies?
LinuxRulz:! think maybe you've been playing with Fat Louie's catnip mouse again.
FtLouie: Ha ha. OK, how about The Ewoks?
LinuxRulz:The EWOKS? Where did your grandma take you today when she hauled you out of second period? Electric shock therapy?
FtLouie: I'm only trying to help.
LinuxRulz:! know, sorry. Only I don't think the guys would really enjoy being equated
with furry little muppets from the planet Endor. I mean, I know one of them
is Boris, but even he would draw the line at Ewoks, I hope . . .
FtLouie: BORIS PELKOWSKI IS IN YOUR BAND????
LinuxRulz: Yeah. Why?
FtLouie: Nothing.
All I can say is, if I had a band, I would NOT let Boris in it. I mean, I know he is a talented musician and all, but he is also a mouth breather. I think it's great that he and Lilly get along so well, and for short periods of time I can totally put up with him and even have a nice time with him and all. But I would not let him be in my band. Not unless he stopped tucking his sweaters into his pants.
LinuxRulz: Boris isn't so bad, once you get to know him.
FtLouie: I know. He just doesn't seem like the band type. All that Bartok.
LinuxRulz: He plays a mean bluegrass, you know. Not that we'll be playing any
bluegrass in the band.
This was comforting to know.
LinuxRulz: So will your grandmother let you off on time?
I genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.
FtLouie: What????
LinuxRulz: On Friday. You've got princess lessons, right? That's why you were asking
about later showings of the movie, wasn't it? You're worried your grandmother
isn't going to let you out on time?
This is where I screwed up. You see, he had offered me the perfect get-out - I could have said, 'Yes, I am,' and chances
were, he'd have been like, 'OK, well, let's make it another time, then.'
BUT WHAT IF THERE WERE NO OTHER TIME????
What if Michael, like Dave, just blew me off and found some other girl to take to the show????
So instead, I went:
FtLouie: No, it will be OK. I think I can get off early.
WHY AM I SO STUPID???? WHY DID I WRITE THAT???? Because of COURSE I won't be able to get off early,
I will be at the stupid black-and-white ball ALL NIGHT!!!!!
I swear, I am such an idiot, I don't even deserve to have a boyfriend.
Thursday, January 21,
Homeroom
This morning at breakfast, Mr G was all, 'Has anyone seen my brown corduroy pants?' and my mom, who had set her
alarm so that she could wake up early enough to possibly catch my dad on a break between Parliament sessions (no
such luck), went, 'No, but has anyone seen my Free Winona T-shirt?'
And then I went, 'Well, I still haven't found my Queen Amidala underwear.'
And that's when we all realized it: someone had stolen our laundry.
It is really the only explanation for it. I mean, we send laundry out, to the Thompson Street laundry-by-the-pound place,
and then they do it for us and deliver it all folded and stuff. Since we don't have a doorman, generally the bag just sits in
the vestibule until one of us picks it up and drags it up the three flights of stairs to the loft.
Only apparently, no one has seen the bag of laundry we dropped off the day before I left for Genovia!
Which can only mean that some freaky newsreporter (they regularly go through our garbage, much to the chagrin of