Lisa and Rags are the ones that clean up my chapters, so they deserve a medal or something.
I'm aware that I don't usually write a disclaimer, and that's just wrong!
I don't own Twilight, just a great obsession over The Smiths.
December 28th, 2007
I finally got the haircut that I've always wanted, and I'm digging it. I even feel pretty, which is a rare thing.
Mom convinced me to get a haircut yesterday, and it turns out that I do look good in bangs. I'm just afraid the wet and the cold in Forks will ruin it, but let's hope not.
We're going back to Forks tomorrow, and I already miss Phoenix. The last few days have been great, and I am seriously considering moving back here. I missed the city noises; I missed the trendy people, the traffic and, surprisingly, Renée.
I've always blamed her for leaving us, but she's now happier, and you can see it clearly. She's lighter, more fun, and living her life to the fullest with Phil – even if she's a little shallower than she was in Forks with my Dad.
I called to wish him a Merry Christmas, and his response surprised me. He actually laughed and told me he was having a great time and that I deserved one, too. I guess Sue is really good for him, even if she comes across as a little bitchy.
Anyway, this was one of the best Christmases I've ever had, even if I didn't get the one thing I want the most: Edward.
Maybe next year. Or not.
B.S.
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