Meg’s mom took her shopping last night for new summer clothes. I’m jealous. I really need to upgrade my wardrobe. Of course, this would be immeasurably easier if I ever felt like going shopping. What I wouldn’t give to have my own personal shopper, a clone of me who could pick out everything and try it on and pay for it, and then just give it to me in the comfort of my own home! Alas, this is not to be. If nothing else, I need to find a swimsuit for this weekend. There’s a picnic on Saturday, and then some sort of party thing on Sunday down at Asbury Park (though the latter is still up in the air). Either way, I need a swimsuit. The only ones I have are either one-pieces, or they were bought in honour of the cheesy girlie holiday to Ayia Napa back in June, back when I was swollen with alcohol and fatty Scottish - read: all-night garage - food. Blegh.

I’ve been taking a few practice exams every day for the past few weeks, and it looks to me as though my average ranges from 86 to 96 percent. We pass with a 70. I’m feeling pretty comfortable about the information, but there are still a few topics on which I need to focus a bit more. Either that, or I need to work on my ‘lucky guessing’ skills, which have so far proved virtually nonexistent. And on the other side of the coin … must stop reading too much into the questions!