A sense of melancholia settles over me like a thick fog, wrapping me up and leaving me emotionally adrift as I curl my long blonde tresses before the first day of my senior year. Law's Harvard boyfriend flew in last night so I was kept up all night by the tell-tale sounds of them banging as the old oak headboard in her room thumped against the wall in a rhythmic fashion.
Jones seems alright, though. Despite his overwearing of sweater vests and dockers, he seems down to earth, or at least he was able to hold himself to that over the dinner we ate last night. He's not my type, but I can see how he would fit in with Law's world. The seamless perfect boyfriend for the seamless perfect life.
