Dear diary,

In math Nick asked me where I'd been going during lunch. I told him the truth; I told him about Tim and Olive and Ellie and Charles and Andromeda. Only a little, though, so I didn't seem obsessed. He didn't recognize any of the names, but even though I made it clear that they were art nerds, he only laughed and let it go. "I don't care who you're friends with," he said. I guess he's not that bad after all.

The gallery is tomorrow. It reminded me of Paper Hand Puppet Theater! Maybe I'll get to go again. I loved it so much that I began molding my own paper mâché sculptures. They aren't very good, but I can tell they're getting better. I absolutely love working with the paper mâché.

I wonder if there are openings in the Paper Hand Puppet Theater and if they'd accept me. I think I'd like that, but what will the cheerleading squad think? What will Nick think?

Do I need either of them anymore? When u walk through the halls, I'm automatically sorted in with the popular people. I don't know whether I like that or not. What should I be feeling?

Kimberly