Words, words, words

I hate not being able to express yourself without offending anyone. I also hate decisions. Have I ever mentioned that? I hate having to choose between things that you really love. But I love having parents that know what they're talking about and that can give you good advice. Anway, all I can really say is that I miss lots of people and I'm going to miss some people. And Jen, I think that it's a great idea to write a poem about Liz. (Shh. Let's not tell her. I'm working on the first stanza right now.)