I'm happy. Dad agreed to lift my sentence. I'm getting the car back this Saturday. That means I can go hang out with Karen on Saturday night and have a Wii party with Asians. It was just easier to tell everybody I was grounded. I hate getting rides to and from places. I don't know how I survived sixteen years without a car. Now I just have to survive two more days without a car (if you don't count today). School starts in seventeen minutes. The library is filling up, just like usual. The library isn't really an attractive place. Why would you hang out here before first hour? Don't these people have friends? Actually, from the types that are filtering in right now, I'd say it's a distinct possibility that they don't have friends. They should all be friends with each other! I'm looking forward to when first hour starts. Then it's nice and quiet. I looked behind me just now and the massive migration into the school is starting. I'm glad I get here early enough that I avoid that. And when I have a car, I come late enough that I avoid it. Parking absolutely blows, though. Today might be a bit of a long day. I'll have my hangout period here, six hours of school, and then a new club. My pal Michael Toner started it. It's called HCL. I think that was kind of a joke with himself. Hydrochloric acid? It really stands for Huron Classical League. For the people who take Latin. I'm supposed to go and recruit Garrett. He only dropped Latin because it didn't work with his senior schdule. Unfortunately for me, I don't see Garrett a whole lot. In the hall once in awhile is about it. Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Don't ask me how that's going to go. It's been pretty uneventful the past two years, but it seems like anything can happen these days. We actually had a snow day last year on the 14th. It was more of a cancel-school-because-it's-really-freaking-freezing day. I didn't want a snow day. I liked school last year. It was easy. I have to find something to do now. Lucky for me we have these handy-dandy laptops in the library now.

You could call this my fake-o diary, seeing as i have a real one. This is just something for me to do while I'm forced to sit in the library for all of first hour. This is going to be hands-down the worst three weeks of my life. For the purpose of background information, they took my car. Yeah. Dad was being an asshole and I told him about it and POOF! My car's gone until March 3rd. It's February 12th right now, so we have awhile. The bell just rang. First hour's starting. If this were last semester, I'd be in Mr. Bondroff's US History class right now. I went to AP at the semester. I have to get into college, right? Which reminds me, we have a quiz today. Two quizzes, actually. One in AP history and one in AC English. Good thing I finished the book. I like the library while most people have class. There are about fifteen other people in here with me but they're quiet. People are rude as hell in the library before school. Michael warned me about that before I came here. He said it's just a place for people with no work ethic to hang out and skip class. You do have to sign in and everything, but you could lie and claim not to have a first hour or a second hour or whatever. It's not that hard. On Sunday night, I realized that I really miss my brother. I wish we saw each other more. Most of my friends see their siblings a lot more than I see Michael. He was always the guy who was there for me. We got a lot closer after I got into high school. The only times I realize I miss him are when I'm going through a really hard time or clash with Mom and Dad or have a question about something I know he'd help me with. I'm bored. And kind of tired. I'd be waking up right now if I was clear with Dad. Maybe this will be negotiable in a few weeks. I miss my car. Dad took away my independence, which is what hurt the most. Damn, this library is cold. I'm wearing my letter jacket and I'm still freezing my ass off. That's all I have for today. Until tomorrow.