"I'm sorry, I'm saying goodbye."
Merry Christmas, I could care less.
The past week has been a blast; I'm so glad I've got my head in a good place. It's officially December, and that's incredible. 3 months of my senior year in high school have already passed? And everything's goes relatively smoothly at that. I've started bass lessons, finally, and I couldn't be more amped. I've already gone a little "Summer of '69" and earned myself wounds reminiscent of my gymnastics days. Things between me and a former friend have hit an all-time low, but I'm really not going to give him the satisfaction of being hurt by it. If he chooses to abuse his position of power in order to act upon a personal grudge, that's his beef. And ik wil geen beef. And lastly, going out has been insanely entertaining the last few weekends, and I wouldn't give it up for anything. I think I may just succumb to peer pressure and post pictures later in the week.
I have a Sinter Klaas poem to write. So this time around, I'm going to merely pass the Boris. Check out Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin at PureVolume.
Rock,
Missy*