What You Can Expect from 1997

We are about to enter a new diary, with a brand new cover page and new dreams....well actually, the same dreams but more elaboration of striving for those dreams. :)

So what can you expect from my life in 1997?

Loads of angry and sad poetry.

Angsty exclamations and frustrations.

ANGER.

Boys, boys, boys!

Dramatic exaggerations of passed notes, phone calls, and school assignments.

And tons of late 90s jams playing on repeat like this:

Here comes 1997!