WHY ME?
Monday, October 27, G & T
Unfortunately, it appears that Lilly is not the only one who noticed the ads for tonight’s broadcast.
Everybody is talking about it. I mean, EVERYBODY.
And everybody says they are going to watch it.
Which means by tomorrow, everyone will know about my mom and Mr. Gianini.
Not that I care. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all. Pregnancy is a beautiful and natural thing.
Still, I wish I could remember more about what Beverly and I talked about. Because I am sure my mom’s impending marriage is not all we discussed. And I am totally worried I said other stuff that will come off sounding stupid.
I have decided that I should look more closely into that home-schooling idea, just in case. . . .
Tina Hakim Baba told me that her mother, who was a supermodel inEngland before she married Mr. Hakim Baba, used to get interviewed all the time. Mrs. Hakim Baba says that as a courtesy the interviewers would send her a copy of the tape before it aired, so if she had any objections, she could straighten them out before the thing was broadcast.
This sounded like a good idea, so at lunch I called my dad in his hotel suite and asked him if he could getBeverly to do that for me.
He said, “Hold on,” and asked her. It turns outBeverly was right there! In my dad’s hotel room! On a Monday afternoon!
Then, to my utter mortification, Beverly Bellerieve actually got on the phone and said, “What’s the matter, Mia?”
I told her I was still pretty nervous about the interview, and was there any chance I could see a copy of it before it aired?
Beverlysaid a bunch of stuff about how adorable I was and how that wouldn’t be necessary. Now that I think about it, I can’t remember exactly what she said, but I just got this overwhelming feeling that everything would be just fine.
Beverlyis just one of those people who make you feel good about yourself. I don’t know how she does it.
No wonder my dad hasn’t let her out of his hotel room since Saturday.
Two cars, one going north at 40 mph and one going south at 50 mph, leave town at the same time. In how many hours will they be 360 miles apart?
Why does it matter? I mean, really.
Monday, October 27, Bio
Mrs. Sing, our Biology teacher, says it is physiologically impossible to die of either boredom or embarrassment, but I know that isn’t true, because I am experiencing heart failure right now.
That is because after G and T, Michael and Lilly and I were walking down the hall together, since Lilly was going to Psych and I was going to Bio and Michael was going to Calc, which are all right across the hall from one another, and Lana Weinberger walked right up to us—RIGHT UP TO MICHAEL AND ME—and held up two of her fingers and waggled them at us, and went, “Are you two going out?”
I could seriously die right now. I mean, you should have seen Michael’s face. It was like his head was about to explode, he turned that red.
And I’m sure I wasn’t all that pale myself.
Lilly didn’t help by letting out this giant horse laugh and going, “As if!”
Which caused Lana and her cronies to burst out laughing, too.
I don’t see what’s so funny about it. Those girls obviously haven’t seen Michael Moscovitz with his shirt off. Believe me, I have.
I guess because the whole thing was so ridiculous and everything, Michael just kind of ignored it. But I’m telling you, it’s getting harder and harder for me not to ask him if he is Jo-C-rox. Like I keep trying to find ways to workJosie and the Pussycats into the conversation. I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it!
I don’t know how much longer I can stand being the only girl in the ninth grade who doesn’t have a boyfriend.
HOMEWORK
Algebra: problems on pg. 135
English: “Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Write feelings about this quote in journal
World Civ: questions at the end of Chapter 9
G&T: N/A
French: plan an itinerary for a make-believe trip toParis
Biology: Kenny’s doing it
Remind Mom to make appointment with licensed geneticist. Could she or Mr. G be a carrier for the genetic mutation Tay-Sachs? It is common in Jews of Eastern European origin and in French Canadians. Are there any French Canadians in our family? FIND OUT!
Monday, October 27, After school
I never thought I would say this, but I am worried about Grandmère.
I am serious. I think she has officially lost it.
I walked into her hotel suite for my princess lesson today—since I am scheduled to have my official introduction to the Genovian people sometime in December, and Grandmère wants to be sure I don’t insult any dignitaries or whatever during it—and guess what Grandmère was doing?
Consulting with the royal Genovian event planner about my mother’s wedding.
I am totally serious. Grandmère had the guy flown in. All the way from Genovia! There they sat at the dining table with this huge sheet of paper stretched in front of them, on which were drawn all these circles, and to which Grandmère was attaching these tiny slips of paper. She looked up when I came in and said, in French, “Oh, Amelia. Very nice. Come and sit down. We have much to discuss, you andVigo and I.”
I think my eyes must have been bulging out of my head. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was totally hoping what I was seeing was, you know . . .not what I was seeing.
“Grandmère,” I said. “What are youdoing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Grandmère looked at me with her drawn-on eyebrows raised higher than ever. “Planning a wedding, of course.”
I swallowed. This was bad. WAY bad.
“Um,” I said. “Whose wedding, Grandmère?”
She looked at me very sarcastically. “Guess,” she said.
I swallowed some more. “Uh, Grandmère?” I said. “Can I talk to you a minute? In private?”