Dear diary,
I told Nick I was going to the gallery tonight and he wanted to come. None of my friends actually seemed to care whether I brought him or not when I asked, so I did. Nick actually bought a few pieces. Two of the four were Olive's, and she refused to make him a piece for free. To me, that was only funny. So that's why they let me bring him.
We didn't go to Paper Hand Puppet Theater again, but Andromeda gave me something too... she has a crush on Nick! That was a happy exclamation point, not an angry one. They'd be really cute I think, and now that I actually consider it their personalities would fit much better than Nick and mine do. Now all I have to do is weasel Nick's feelings about Andromeda out of him... ehehehe.
It's probably incredibly wrong that I don't mind at all about Andromeda's crush on Nick. That I encourage it is ridiculous even to me. But I do. Oh well.
Maybe we can convert Nick into an art nerd, too.
Not that I'm an art nerd. I'm friends with art nerds, but I'm not one myself.
Oh, who am I kidding. Their hippie artsy selves are almost identical to mine. How did I ever want to be a cheerleader?
Kimberly
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