know, it totally sucks having a stepfather who is also a high-school teacher, because who is better equipped to rain on a teenager's parade than a high-school teacher?).
I swear, between my grandmother and my friends, I don't know who causes me the most headaches.
At least Michael left a nice message:
LinuxRulz
You seemed pretty quiet during G and T today. Are you OK?
Thank God my boyfriend can be counted on to always be supportive of me. Except, of course, when he neglects to ask me
to the prom.
I decided to ignore Lilly's and Tina's emails, but I wrote back to Michael. I tried to implement some of that subtlety Grandmere was talking about the other day. Not that I approve of Grandmere right now, or anything. Still, it must be stated that she has had a lot more boyfriends than I have.
FtLouie
Hey! I'm fine. Thanks for asking. I just can't shake this feeling lately that there's something I've forgotten. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, though. Something to do with this time of year, though, I think . . .
There! Perfect! Subtle, yet pointed. And Michael, being a genius, was sure to get it.
Or so I thought, until he wrote back . . . which he did right away, since I guess he was online as well.
LinuxRulz
Well, judging by the C you got on that quiz today, I'd say what you're forgetting is everything we've been going over these past few weeks in Algebra. If you want, I'll
come over on Sunday and help you with Monday's assignment.
Oh my God. Did any girl ever have a boyfriend so totally clueless? Except possibly Lilly? Except that I think even Boris Pelkowski would have seen through my artless ploy.
I am so depressed. I think I am going to go to bed. There is a Farscape marathon on, but I am not in the mood to watch other people's space adventures. My own are upsetting enough.
Saturday, May 3, DAY OF THE BIG PARTY
My mom poked her head in bright and early and asked me if I wanted to go with her and Mr. G to B.J.'s for party supplies. Normally I love B.J.'s, on account of the cavernous warehouse filled with oversize stuff, and the free cheese samples and the popcorn and everything. Not to mention the drive-through liquor store Mr. G likes to hit on the way home, where they open your boot and fill it with six-packs of Coke without your ever even having to get out of the car.
But for some reason today I was too depressed even for the drive-through liquor store. So I just stayed under the covers
and asked my mom weakly if she minded going by herself. I said I had a sore throat and thought I should stay in bed until it
was time for the party, just to make sure I was well enough actually to attend it.
I don't think my mom really fell for the whole sick act, but she didn't say anything about it. She just went, 'Suit yourself' and
left with Mr. G. Which, considering the mood she's been in lately, is actually letting me off pretty lightly.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I am such a failure. I mean, I have all these problems. I want to go to the prom with my boyfriend, only he hasn't asked me, and I'm too afraid he'll think I'm being pushy to discuss it with him. I don't want to spend my summer in Genovia, but I signed a stinking contract saying I would, and now I don't think I can get out of it. My best friend is trying to do all this good for mankind and everything, and I can't be bothered to lift so much as a piece of posterboard to
help her out, even though the person she's trying to help is someone whose misfortunes are all my fault in the first place. And
my grade is starting to slide in Algebra again, and I don't even care.
Really, with all that weighing on my shoulders, what choice do I have but to turn on the Lifetime Movie Channel for Women? Maybe if I watch some movies about real-life women who've surmounted near impossible obstacles, I might find the courage
to face my own. Hey, it could happen.
Saturday, May 3, 7:30 p.m. half an hour before my party is to begin
I don't think turning on
I swear, between my grandmother and my friends, I don't know who causes me the most headaches.
At least Michael left a nice message:
LinuxRulz
You seemed pretty quiet during G and T today. Are you OK?
Thank God my boyfriend can be counted on to always be supportive of me. Except, of course, when he neglects to ask me
to the prom.
I decided to ignore Lilly's and Tina's emails, but I wrote back to Michael. I tried to implement some of that subtlety Grandmere was talking about the other day. Not that I approve of Grandmere right now, or anything. Still, it must be stated that she has had a lot more boyfriends than I have.
FtLouie
Hey! I'm fine. Thanks for asking. I just can't shake this feeling lately that there's something I've forgotten. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, though. Something to do with this time of year, though, I think . . .
There! Perfect! Subtle, yet pointed. And Michael, being a genius, was sure to get it.
Or so I thought, until he wrote back . . . which he did right away, since I guess he was online as well.
LinuxRulz
Well, judging by the C you got on that quiz today, I'd say what you're forgetting is everything we've been going over these past few weeks in Algebra. If you want, I'll
come over on Sunday and help you with Monday's assignment.
Oh my God. Did any girl ever have a boyfriend so totally clueless? Except possibly Lilly? Except that I think even Boris Pelkowski would have seen through my artless ploy.
I am so depressed. I think I am going to go to bed. There is a Farscape marathon on, but I am not in the mood to watch other people's space adventures. My own are upsetting enough.
Saturday, May 3, DAY OF THE BIG PARTY
My mom poked her head in bright and early and asked me if I wanted to go with her and Mr. G to B.J.'s for party supplies. Normally I love B.J.'s, on account of the cavernous warehouse filled with oversize stuff, and the free cheese samples and the popcorn and everything. Not to mention the drive-through liquor store Mr. G likes to hit on the way home, where they open your boot and fill it with six-packs of Coke without your ever even having to get out of the car.
But for some reason today I was too depressed even for the drive-through liquor store. So I just stayed under the covers
and asked my mom weakly if she minded going by herself. I said I had a sore throat and thought I should stay in bed until it
was time for the party, just to make sure I was well enough actually to attend it.
I don't think my mom really fell for the whole sick act, but she didn't say anything about it. She just went, 'Suit yourself' and
left with Mr. G. Which, considering the mood she's been in lately, is actually letting me off pretty lightly.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I am such a failure. I mean, I have all these problems. I want to go to the prom with my boyfriend, only he hasn't asked me, and I'm too afraid he'll think I'm being pushy to discuss it with him. I don't want to spend my summer in Genovia, but I signed a stinking contract saying I would, and now I don't think I can get out of it. My best friend is trying to do all this good for mankind and everything, and I can't be bothered to lift so much as a piece of posterboard to
help her out, even though the person she's trying to help is someone whose misfortunes are all my fault in the first place. And
my grade is starting to slide in Algebra again, and I don't even care.
Really, with all that weighing on my shoulders, what choice do I have but to turn on the Lifetime Movie Channel for Women? Maybe if I watch some movies about real-life women who've surmounted near impossible obstacles, I might find the courage
to face my own. Hey, it could happen.
Saturday, May 3, 7:30 p.m. half an hour before my party is to begin
I don't think turning on
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