Mia Goes Fourth

So? You'll go out sometime when you don't hove a ball to go to instead.

You don't think he's going to dump me?

Uh, not unless something heavy fell on his head between now and the last time I saw him. Guys with

cranial damage can't generally be held responsible for their actions.

Why would something heavy fall on his head? I'm being facetious. Do you want to hear about my meeting, or not?

Yes. What happened? They told me they want to option my show.

What does that mean?

It means that they will take Lilly Tells It Like It Is around to the networks to see if anybody wants to buy it.

To be a real show. On a real channel. Not like public access. Like ABC or Lifetime or VH1 or something.

Lilly! THAT IS SO GREAT!!!! Yes, I know. Oops, gotta go, Wheeton's looking this way.

Note to self: Look up words concupiscent and facetious.

Friday, January 22,

Gifted and Talented

Lunch was just one big celebration today. Everyone had something to be happy about:

• Shameeka, for making the cheerleading squad and striking a blow for tall geeky girls everywhere (even though, of course, Shameeka looks like a supermodel and can wrap both her ankles around her head, but, whatever).

• Lilly, for getting her TV show optioned.

• Tina, for finally deciding to give up on Dave, but not on romance in general, and get on with her life.

• Ling Su for getting her drawing of Joe, the stone lion, into the school art fair.

• And Boris for just, well, being Boris. Boris is always happy.

You will notice that I did not mention Michael. That is because I do not know what Michael's mental state at lunch was, whether or not he was happy or sad or concupiscent or whatever. That is because Michael didn't show up to lunch. He

said, when he breezed by my locker just before fourth period, 'Hey, I've got some things to do, I'll see you in G and T, OK?'

Some things to do. Like, for instance, find another girl to take to the movie tonight.

I should, of course, just ask him. I should just be like, Look, are we broken up, or what? Because I would really like to know, one way or the other, so I can begin planning either my wedding or my funeral.

Well, not really, because, of course, I don't live in Utah, and I would never kill myself over a boy, even Michael. But you

know what I mean.

Except that I can't just go up and ask Michael what the deal is between us, because right now he is busy with Boris, going

over band stuff. Michael's band is comprised (so far) of Michael (bass); Boris (electric violin); that tall guy Paul from the Computer Club (keyboards); this guy from the AEHS marching band called Trevor (guitar); and Felix, this scary-looking twelfth-grader with a goatee that's bushier than Mr Gianini's (drums). They still don't have a name for the band, or a place to practise. But they seem to think that Mr Kreblutz, the chief custodian, will let them into the band practice rooms on weekends

if they can get him tickets to the Westminster Kennel Show next month. Mr Kreblutz is a huge bichon frise fan.

The fact that Michael can concentrate on all this band stuff while our relationship is falling apart is just further proof that he is

a true musician, completely dedicated to his art. I, being the talentless freak that I am, can, of course, think of nothing but my heartbreak. Michael's ability to remain focused in spite of any personal pain he might be suffering is evidence of his genius.

Either that or he never cared that much about me in the first place.

I prefer to believe the former.

Oh, that I had some kind of outlet, such as music, into which to pour the suffering I am currently feeling! But alas, I'm no

artist. I just have to sit here in silent pain, while around me more-gifted souls express their innermost angst through song,

dance and filmography.

Well, OK, just through filmography since there are no singers or dancers in fifth period G and T. Though if you ask me, there should be. Instead we just have Lilly, putting together what she is calling her quintessential episode of Lilly Tells It Like It Is,