John Green…I love you. Like, seriously love you. Are you married? Is there somewhere I can file a marriage request? Courting request? Dating request? Polishing shoes request? I’ll do one of them. Or two. Or all. It all works.
But I LOVE this book. The Fault in Our Stars is still the best…BUT THIS IS DEFINITELY THE SECOND. How come they’re not making a movie out of this one? I mean, I would totally watch it… and it wouldn’t even have be as heart-wrenching as the Stars movie is going to be. I mean, what actor wouldn’t want to fake-break into Sea World? I WOULD! I mean, I’m not an actor or anything….but still.
Now, I love it with all my heart (I really do) but we do have a few problemo’s…
1) Quentin was too mushy. John (can I call you John?), sweetheart (that too?), I know you were trying to make it all deep and fill up pages and what-not, but the conversations Q had with himself were a teeny bit too deep. I mean, I have deep thoughts and all, but not THAT deep. That’s like, drowning in the ocean after playing with sharks deep. At some points in the story, the deep-ness was good. I got it. But at other points…he should have had less girl-ish thoughts. Just saying.
2) Q was a tiny bit obsessed with Margo. For real. Long-time crush or no, that’s kinda creepy.
But otherwise, I think it was all good. I FREAKING LOVED THE ROAD TRIP, though. That was by far my most FAVORITE part of the ENTIRE book.
Now about those shoe polishing requests…
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE May 15, 2014
Guys, if you never ever do anything else for me, PLEASE look at this website. It’s a ridiculously amazing cause, and I’m thinking about buying the hardbook.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go calculate how much I can spend without going broke.
If You Don’t Want To Hear A Rant, I Suggest You Not Read This And Go Look At Pictures Of Kitties Or Puppies Or Rainbows Or Unicorns Or Something May 14, 2014
Guys, I am so mad at everybody right now. Like, no joke and everything. I am so mad right now.
Except I type suspiciously calmly when I’m mad…til I start busting out caps. Then I get kinda carried away.
Okay, so I have this flip-phone (….DON’T ASK QUESTION THIS ISN’T ABOUT MY 30-YEAR OLD PHONE) and I was TRYING to set up my voicemail account because I have like, 5 in the voicemail box thingy.
So I called Customer Service when it asked me for a pass code (because I don’t have a freaking pass code).
And she told me to put in the last four digits of my phone number.
Then the phone said that this wasn’t a valid number, try again.
So she was all like “Okay, since this isn’t working, I’m going to have to reset your inbox. And all your voicemails will be deleted” which OBVIOUSLY worried me a little bit, but I said “And nothign else on the phone will change? Just all the voicemails will be deleted?” and she said yes. I, being my reasonable self, said okay…but only because I’d have a brand new shiny voicemail box when it was all over.
So I turned off my phone.
Then I turned on my phone.
AND THE EFFING THING STILL WOULDN’T WORK.
So we did it again…..and again…AND AFREAKINGGAIN AND IT STILL WOULDN’T WORK, AND WE ENDED UP WASTING 15 OF MY DARN FREAKING EFFING MINUTES (I have to pay for each phone call and text I send *my parents trying to teach me responsibility*).
So naturally, I’m as mad as heck , because I HAD TO PAY FOR ALL THOSE EFFING MINUTES and those voicemails were deleted.
WHAT IF MY FRIEND IS IN JAIL AND THEY USED THEIR ONE PHONE CALL ON ME?
WHAT IF SOMEBODY GAVE A PRODUCER MY PHONE NUMBER, AND THEY WERE CALLING ME?
WAS FINALLY CALLING TO ADMIT HIS EVERLASTING LOVE AND ADMIRATION OF/FOR ME!!??? (…keeping in mind that with him, this could completely be a possibility. I’m not even kidding).
STUPID TRACFONE CUSTOMER SUPPORT, I HATE YOU SO MUCH
Now back to your regularly scheduled program.
P.S. I’m still mad.
P.P.S. I CAN’T BELIEVE THEM WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO ME AREN’T THEY SUPPOSED TO LOVE THEIR CUSTOMERS??
P.P.P.S. I WASN’T EVEN MEAN ABOUT IT OR ANYTHING! I DIDN’T EVEN HANG UP ON HER WHEN I REALIZED SHE WAS SLOWLY SLAUGHTERING MY NEAR BROKE-NESS!
P.P.P.P.S. I WAS TRYING TO ONLY USE TEN MINUTES THIS WEEK, BUT NOOOOOO NOW I HAVE 20 FREAKING MINUTES USED UP! I JUST GOT THOSE ON SUNDAY! WHY IS THE WORLD SO MEAN TO ME??
P.P.P.P.P.S. WHAT IF THAT ACTUALLY WAS MY CRUSH?? I’LL NEVER KNOW FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WHO LEFT THOSE MESSAGES! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY COULDN’T JUST GO GET ME MY CODE OR SOMETHING DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. While I am still REALLY mad at these people, I won’t sue….because I am THE MOST GENEROUS PERSON THEY WILL EVER ENCOUNTER IN THEIR WHOLE ENTIRE LIVES, and I’ll probably be almost completely over this by tomorrow-ish.
Back to your regularly scheduled program(s).
If I had to pick between going back in time or going into the future, I would pick going back in time.
While there are PLENTY of reasons I’ve chosen this option, a few of them are:
To Remember Past Occurrences: So the next time my sister says “NO, THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED…” I can say, “Uh, no, I recorded it…THIS is what happened…”
Because I Can’t Remember Anything: Like where I put my earbuds…
The Mysteries: If you think about it, there are WAY too many mysteries in America’s past, because either a)nobody thought to write it down, or b) nobody could write. Going back to figure out the reasons all these things happened would be AWESOME. Then I could start some secret-society-club where only me and a bunch of my friends would REALLY know what happened in ancient America…
So I Can Kick Some Spanish Butt: For real. Of all the continents to slaughter people on, why couldn’t they have picked a nice island where monkeys were living? We would’ve found a way to save the monkeys. Eventually.
To Fix A Few Mistakes: Wouldn’t we all like to do that…
To Save Somebody Famous: Now how effing cool would it be for a picture of me saving Martin Luther King Jr. be in history books everywhere. Pretty effing cool.
To Kill Somebody Famous: …What? Don’t worry, it’d only be Hitler or somebody like that (Random Fact: I did NOT know he had a love interest throughout his entire slaughter-ordeal. Just goes to show that we’re all human…though some of us more than others).
Because If I Could Go Back In Time, It Would Mean I Had A Time Machine: Nuff said.
On Another Completely Unrelated Note: I GOT A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE! Y’ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM :’D (apparently excited enough to say y’all…)
I Got Bored (You’re Welcome) May 9, 2014
If you were trapped on an abandoned island and your only resources were 3000 popsicle sticks, 3 gallons of glue, 2 tires, and 30 rubber bands, what would you do? What would you build?
Well first of all, I’d wonder why on earth there were 3 gallons of glue on an abandoned island. Then I’d wonder who one earth was able to eat 3000 popsicle’s and still be alive (just kidding, I’ve probably eaten about that many). Then I’d wonder where all of those rubber bands came from…but I don’t think I’d wonder so much about the tires. I feel like tires should be included on the list of random things that would be on a random abandoned island.
First, I’d probably build some incredibly sad and flimsy shelter out of glue and tires. I won’t go in depth explaining how that would work, because it probably wouldn’t. Second, I’d try to see if there were any more popsicles (hey, if they were there that long, then there’s got to be some liquid popsicles somewhere). Then after that I’d probably build some kind of raft/boat/floaty-thingy. I feel like that wouldn’t do me much good, though. If I had absolutely no idea where I was and it was ridiculously sunny outside all the time, why would I want to aimlessly float around on something that could sink at any moment and risk the chance of dying of a heat stroke?
On second thought, maybe I’d just find a way to build a gigantic fire…
Versatile Award May 4, 2014
Okay, so I’ve been frantically trying to keep up with all these award I’ve been receiving (THANK YOU THANK YOU :’D) and I FINALLY got back to the one that Blaze gave me on like, April 10th. This award being the Versatile one.
So, um, I don’t actually feel like going through all of the rules (CAUSE IMMA REBEL), SOOO I’ll just post the 7 random facts and then be done with it.
Oh, and thanks Blaze!
Interesting Fact Numero Uno: I’m taking French, not Spanish. Despite this fact, however, I like to insert random Spanish words in my everyday English speaking (it’s because I’m special).
Two: I REALLY LIKE PIE (this ones’ just for those new people that haven’t seen me say I LIKE PIE :D 20 million times)
Three: All of my most bestest friends live in Georgia.
Four: I currently do not live in Georgia.
Five: I am an extremely happy person. And I like to laugh at everything. And I probably smile a teeny bit too much. And I talk really loud. And all of these could probably have been individual interesting facts.
Six: I have never ever finished writing any book that I’ve started (seriously. I’ve already started like, 5, and I haven’t finished any of them…I think I might be forced to use desperate measures now *pulls out sewing needle* *poises threateningly in the air* *starts sewing a hole in my sweater*)
Seven: I am absolutely terrible at thinking of random facts off the top of my head.
*Optional* Eight: OH, THIS ONE TIME, I saw this guy ax a car. IT WAS AWESOME
NOW, since I don’t feel like searching through everybody to see who’s gotten this award and think of who would most likely respond and all that, you guys can just reply yourselves and tell me at LEAST three interesting facts about yourselves (because I understand that thinking of seven/eight random facts in one sitting can be terribly exhausting just to think about).
HAVE AT IT KIDDO’S.