Ready to leave. It's 3:16, and I should be home by now, but I have to wait around for the Newspaper meeting to end, because Mom is the head honcho for it or whatever with Mr. Mourkas, who is a hippie and is very nice and has probably smoked a whole lot of reefer in his days. Girls Varsity Soccer has a game at the turf at 7:00, but I don't know if I'll be able to go watch or not. I called Dad to ask if he could pick me up afterwards, but I got his machine and am now just waiting for him to call back or for Mom to come get back from the meeting. Whichever happens first decides my plans for tonight, so I just wish one or the other would happen sometime soon. I have to find somewhere to go afterschool tomorrow, because Mom is leaving for the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival tomorrow morning and daddy dearest can't get me until 5:30 or something. Anybody want me tomorrow afterschool? I'm yours. School today...hm. Quiz in Chemistry that I didn't study for, but I think I did alright. We'll see. French quiz afterwards, which went rather horribly thanks to le subjonctif, but oh well. I try to do what I can, and if that's not enough, then I'll just have to be set with not being enough. Sculpture was fine; I did my critique of the matte board initial sculpture, and began my wire project. I've decided, or moreso Lindsay has decided, that I am making a shoe. Oui, messieurs et mesdames, a shoe. I had Study Hall afterwards...but I had to make up my U.S. History quiz. I think I did alright on that as well. We'll seeeee. Marggs just came in. I may be going to her house afterschool, if she doesn't have to babysit. If she does, I'll just sit in her car. Just kidding... ...maybe. Mom's back; I guess I'm going home. Or maybe not. I have no idea. Au revoir.