I don’t know how much of that sank in, but after dinner I noticed the reporters had all gone home. So maybe she heard me.
When I got home, Mr. Gianini was here, AGAIN. I had to go into my room to call my dad. I said, “Dad, it was Grandma, not Mr. Gianini, who told Carol Fernandez everything,” and he said, “I know,” in this miserable way.
“You k
now?” I could hardly believe it. “You know, and you haven’t said anything?”
He went, “Mia, your grandmother and I have a very complicated relationship.”
He means he’s scared of her. I guess I can’t really blame him, considering the fact that she used to lock him in the dungeon and everything.
“Well,” I said, “you could still apologize to Mom for what you said about Mr. Gianini.”
He went, still sounding all miserable, “I know.”
So I said, “Well? Are you going to?”
And he said, “Mia . . . “ Only now he sounded all exasperated. I figured I’d done enough good deeds for one day, and hung up.
After that, I sat around while Mr. Gianini helped me with my homework. I was too distracted by Josh Richter’s talking to me today to pay attention while Michael was trying to help me in G & T.
I guess I can sort of see how my mom likes Mr. G. He’s okay to just hang out with, you know, like in front of the TV. He doesn’t hog the remote, like some of my mom’s past boyfriends. And he doesn’t seem to care about sports at all.
About a half hour before I went to bed, my dad called back and asked to speak to my mother. She went into the room to talk to him, and when she came out again she looked all smug, in an I-told-you-so sort of way.
I wish I could tell Lilly about Josh Richter talking to me.
Friday, October 17, English
OH MY GOD!!!
JOSH AND LANA BROKE UP!!!!
I am not even kidding. It’s all over school. Josh broke up with her last night after crew practice. They were having dinner together at the Hard Rock Cafe, and he asked for his class ring back!!! Lana was completely humiliated under the pointy cone bra Gaultier made for Madonna!
I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
Lana wasn’t hanging around Josh’s locker this morning, like usual. And then when I saw her in Algebra, her eyes were all red and squinty, and her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed, let alone washed, and her thigh-highs had come unglued and were all baggy around her knees. I never thought I’d see Lana Weinberger looking like a mess!!! Before class started, she was on her cell phone with Bergdorf’s, trying to convince them to take her Cultural Diversity Dance dress back even though she’d already removed the tags. Then, during class, she sat there with a big black marker crossing out “Mrs. Josh Richter” from where she’d written it all over her book covers.
It was so depressing. I could hardly factor my integers, I was so distracted.
I WISH I WERE
A size 36 double D
Good at math
A member of a world-famous rock band
Still friends with Lilly Moscovitz
Josh Richter’s new girlfriend
More Friday
You will not even believe what just happened. I was putting my Algebra book away in my locker, and Josh Richter was there getting his Trig notes, and he goes, in this totally casual way, “Hey, Mia, who you going to the dance with tomorrow?”
Needless to say, the fact that he actually spoke to me at all practically caused me to pass out. And then the fact that he was actually saying something that sounded like it might be a prelude to asking me out—well, I nearly threw up. I mean it. I felt really sick, but in a good way.