“Well,” Mr. G said, kind of dryly. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that Valentine’s Day is a perfectly legitimate holiday. But you know, Mia, whether or not you believe in Valentine’s Day doesn’t really matter. What matters is whether or not you’re a good friend to the people you care about, and who care about you.”

And I know Mr. G is right. It doesn’t matter whether or not Michael believes in Valentine’s Day. All that matters is that we care about each other.

But still. WHAT ABOUT LEO BOY????

Thursday, February 13, G&T

Even though it was Thursday, Michael sat with us at lunch today because the Computer Club’s meeting was canceled due to three of the members being out with the flu. I think he sort of regretted it though because Lilly was telling us all about how rib removal, with abdominoplasty, is the new up-and-coming thing in the plastic surgery field, and that women seeking an hourglass figure are lining up to have it done, in the false belief that there’s a historic precedent for this kind of surgery, because Victorian women used to have it done to achieve their own wasp waists.

Except that this is a lie because surgery in Victorian times was almost always fatal, and if women really HAD had their eleventh and twelfth ribs removed in pursuit of an eighteen-inch waist, they’d have died on the operating table.

I’ll admit, it WAS kind of hard to eat my veggie burger after that. I can’t wait until her self-mutilation episode is done.

But she still has the Michael Jackson segment to finish.

Anyway, while we were sitting there, who should come up but Judith Gershner, the girl I used to think Michael was in love with. Even though now I know they were just friends, I still feel twinges of jealousy about ol’ Judith. I mean, she is super smart.

And her boobs are HUGE.

“Michael, you know science fair apps are due today, right?” Judith asked him.

And Michael practically choked on his spaghetti and meatballs and was all, “I forgot!” and Judith was like, “Well, you’d better get your application in by the end of fifth period, or you won’t qualify for regionals, and then I won’t be able to kick your butt in them,” and Michael was all, “I’m on it,” and grabbed his backpack.

“Gotta go,” he said to me. “You can have my Yodels if you want.”

Which was particularly nice of him because he really could have taken the Yodels with him. But he knows how much I love them.

And okay, it isn’t a Valentine, but it’s pretty darn close.

“He’d lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body,” Judith said with a sigh, reaching for Michael’s abandoned garlic bread. Which I thought was kind of rude. Not that she was eating his garlic bread, but her implication that Michael isn’t very organized. Because he totally is. Well, more than me, anyway.