“your face makes my eyes burn.”

English: Ryan Gosling at the 2010 Toronto Inte...

meet your BFF’s new man

Dear, friend. I have much to tell you.

LOL JK. I was trying to pull a Perks of Being A Wallflower here, but I can’t do it.

No but seriously, if you’re a teenage girl, woman, female, not a dude, or whatever, you’ve met him.

You know, him.

Your best friend’s new boyfriend.

Okay-so-like. You know how when she (your best friend) is all like, “I got myself a man!” and you’re like, “Since when?” and she’s all, “Since 2 weeks ago. We’re in love.” And you’re like, “But you’ve been dating for 2 weeks.” And she’s all, “Yeah, but we’ve been hanging out everyday, and we even had a web-cam date, and I’m pretty sure we’re getting married, and do you want me to name one of our future kids after you?”

Okay, fine. So it’s not that crazy, but it’s pretty close, and next thing you know, she says, “You have to meet him!” and you’re on the other line, thinking, “This has better be good.”

So you meet this dude, expecting he’s Ryan Gosling or something, and when you do, you might like him…or don’t.

What happens when you don’t like him?

This love story usually goes two ways:

a) You’re a judgmental freak, and you need to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, ’cause he’s really cool. Sure, he’s not your idea of prince charming. I mean, he laughs at his own jokes and forgets the FLUSH the freaking toilet, but he loves her, and she loves him, and there ain’t anything you can do about it, guuurlfriend.

b) You just know something’s up with him. The way he smiles, says her name, or how he eats a taco. You can’t help it, but his face makes your eyes burn more than dirty contact lenses do. But she’s so in love, and you decide to ignore it….until you see it. The way he looks at other girls, or the way he’s always texting a “friend”, or the way he eats a taco (with a fork!).

We always hope it’s the first way, but when it’s the second…that’s when discernment comes in.

Should I tell her how I feel about this? Does she notice what I’m noticing?  Is now REALLY a good time to tell her that I saw him flirting with her cousin?

This story, too, goes two ways:

a) You don’t tell her. You just wait it out, and then…BOOM. One night, she calls you on the phone, crying but sounding more like she’s choking, saying, “I CAUGHT HIM CHEATING WITH MY COUSIN!”

You knew you could have prevented this if only you just would have told her.

b) You do tell her, and she’s pissed. She thinks you’re being pessimistic, or worse, judgmental (NO DANG IT, I’M BEING DISCERNING, MEANWHILE WHILE YOU’RE OFF LIVING IN LALA LAND), and oh, yeah, you’re just jealous.

So what do you do?

Well, I’m not really sure. Because on one hand, you tell her, and she thinks you just don’t understand. But then you don’t, and she’s pissed you didn’t tell her and spare her.

You guys, it’s exhausting being a best friend.

But if there’s one thing I do know, is that being a friend is the important thing here, and part of being a friend is being her shoulder to cry on. Yeah, you (and everyone else) saw it from a mile away, but she didn’t, okay? Sometimes life gets like that. We all make stupid mistakes, and when we do, all we want then is someone to listen and eat ice cream with us. We don’t want to hear “I told you so”. All we want is to know we’ve got friends who’ve got our backs and are ready to comfort us…and kick our ex’s ass.

Thoughts: Have you ever been guilty of judging your best friend’s boyfriend a little too harshly, or is it just me? Do you think it’s ever a good idea to bud into your best friend’s relationship? Has your best friend’s boyfriend ever cheated on her with her cousin, or ate a taco with a fork?

the no-nonsense oddball,

Jennifer

Why Do We Wait?

I’ve been thinking  about the Aurora shooting lately, and it’s SO amazing how something so tragic can bring so many people together. To be honest, it’s amazing how any death, whether it’s twelve people or one person, can bring the whole world together. Whether it’s 9/11 or a celebrity, death has a way of making us human beings appreciate life and people way more than we usually do.

But my question is, why?

Why do we wait for these things to happen before we start appreciating something as simple as being alive? Why is it we tell people we love them after they’ve left us?

The one thing that the Aurora shooting has taught me—and loads of other folks—is that we really don’t know when we’re going to have to say goodbye forever. We don’t know if our plane is going to land safely, or if the phone call we share with a loved one is going to be the last time we hear their voice. We don’t know if we’re going to get home tonight.

We don’t know if we’re going to come out of a movie theater alive.

What we do know, however, is that we still have time. There’s still a moment to enjoy the sunset; there’s still a few seconds to let another person know how loved they are. Because, even though I’m seventeen and have “all the time in the world” to enjoy this life, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow before I start appreciating what I’ve got. I might not get tomorrow…or the next thirty seconds. I don’t want to wait until my loved one is in a coffin before I tell them how much they mean to me, because the only thing worse than not enjoying your life is not loving the people who are part of it.

I want to enjoy life now while I’m still here to enjoy it. I want to love people while they’re still here to feel it.

Truth is, these tragedies are not going to go away, but they are not going to make me live in fear. If anything, they’ve encouraged me to live in love.

 

I hope you do the same.

The Beatles freaking lied to us.

Delirium by Lauren Oliver

Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn’t understand that once love — the deliria — blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold. Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the government demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Holoway has always looked forward to the day when she’ll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy.

But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: She falls in love.

– Goodreads Description

I know, I know. The Beatles said, “all you need is love”. But, apparently, those dudes were wrong. Either that, or they lied to us. So break up with your boyfriend, and stop seeing that girl you met at Starbucks. Love is a DISEASE, people!

Alright, back to reality.

In Lena’s world, love is the ultimate enemy. It makes the worst type of disease look like a picnic at Disneyland. So, in order to live a happy, healthy life in this society, you got to get “cured” at the age of 18. Kind of like you gotta get those nasty flu shots during flu season, expect it’s all year-long.

So, in other words, she lives in a really screwed up world that I wouldn’t even make my worst enemy live in. No, really. It’s that bad.

I really liked Delirium. It’s beautifully written and has a really good premise. My favorite thing about Delirium is the relationships, especially Lena and Hana’s friendship. They’re complete opposites, but have a chemistry that just pops out of the page. I was actually more interested in their friendship than I was with Lena and Alex’s romance (BEST FRIENDS 5EVER, BOIFRIENDS 5NEVER). My other favorite thing was the documents, poetry, history, and new religion Lauren Oliver created and included before each chapter. It’s pretty freaking sweet and a great way to help the readers understand the society better, without distracting from the story.

Even though Delirium is a dystopian, the story read more like a contemporary to me. Almost like something Sarah Dessen could write. Maybe that’s because there’s no flying cars, talking computers, or crazy robots running around and shooting at each other like what I usually imagine when I think of dystopian. Minus the whole “love is a disease” thing, Lena lives in a world similar to ours…which is probably what makes it so scary.

Could it be adapted to film/television? Yes. In fact, Fox 2000 has picked up the film rights! According to IMDb, Delirium is set for a 2013 release date. I have a feeling this’ll be like a Nicholas Sparks type of movie, only set in the future. Like, The Last Song meets The Hunger Games or something.

What are your thoughts?

Casper the Friendly Ghost’s Evil Sister.

Anna Dressed In Blood by Kendare Blake

The Story:

Cas Lowood has inherited an unusual vocation: He kills the dead.

So did his father before him, until his gruesome murder by a ghost he sought to kill. Now, armed with his father’s mysterious and deadly athame, Cas travels the country with his kitchen-witch mother and their spirit-sniffing cat. Together they follow legends and local lore, trying to keep up with the murderous dead—keeping pesky things like the future and friends at bay.

When they arrive in a new town in search of a ghost the locals call Anna Dressed in Blood, Cas doesn’t expect anything outside of the ordinary: move, hunt, kill. What he finds instead is a girl entangled in curses and rage, a ghost like he’s never faced before. She still wears the dress she wore on the day of her brutal murder in 1958: once white, but now stained red and dripping blood. Since her death, Anna has killed any and every person who has dared to step into the deserted Victorian she used to call home.

And she, for whatever reason, spares his life.

-Goodreads Description

I know, I know. It’s got a creepy premise, but this is such a GOOD read.

Loyal and lovable side-kicks? Check.

Kick-ass love story? Check.

Lots of horror and gore? Check.

Anna Dressed In Blood is one of the coolest YA reads I’ve come across in a long time. It’s fast-paced, hilarious, and loads of (creepy) fun. I loved that this was told in a male POV, considering there’s not a whole lot of YA novels with male protagonists. Cas’s cocky and sardonic personality makes him a unique voice in YA fiction. He’s a no BS type of guy, which is surprisingly one of the many things that makes him likable and relatable…and that says a lot, since I don’t know many high school kids who hunt down and kill ghosts like it’s an after-school babysitting job.

Oh, and instead of going with the traditional black text, this book uses blood-red text. As if all the blood on the cover didn’t make you pee your pants the first time. (I mean, c’mon, it is a horror story, after all. Everyone knows you gotta squeal like a five-year old girl at some point. Duh.)

Grab a bag of Cheetos and a flashlight, because this one will keep you up all night, and you won’t regret it.

Could it be adapted to film/television? This would make a really fun summer flick. I’d love to see this get turned into a movie.

Anyone else read this? What are your thoughts?

7 Things High School Has Taught Me About Life

 

 

I’m still in high school, but next year will be my last. So, I’ve decided to compile a list of the most important things that high school has taught me so far, and here it is:

7. It’s okay to cry over a boy (or girl).

When I was fourteen, I thought girls who cried over boys were lame. I mean, really? No way, Jose.

Turns out, in life, we do end up getting our hearts broken sometime, and it can get ugly. By that, I mean staying-up-late-at-night-eating-Taco-Bell-and-crying-to-Taylor-Swift-songs ugly. But I learned that being strong is not about never letting yourself get hurt; it’s about getting back up. If you cry over a boy/girl, it doesn’t mean you’re weak or pathetic. It just means you’re a human being with a heart that needs some time to heal.

6. Haters will hate, but you don’t have to.

Not everyone’s going to like you. I know, shocker. There are gonna be people who pick on you and hate you for no good reason. There are people out there whom you are never going to please or be friends with.

Get over it.

If someone hates you, who says you have to hate back? So, they’re not your people.  What ever. Why is it the end of the world when someone doesn’t like you? If they don’t like you, it’s most likely not your problem. So why make it your problem? Why in the world do you have to get sucked into the drama? They don’t like you. So? Just smile, and learn to accept it. Don’t worry. The right people will see the awesomeness you have to offer.

5. Your life isn’t over if you’re the single one out of all your friends. 

Confession time: I’ve always been the “single girl” out of my friends. You know, that single girl who can’t go on group dates, so her friends try to hook her up with a cousin or a brother, just so she can tag along? Yeah. Totally embarrassing.

But the thing is, I wasn’t embarrassed. At all. I wasn’t sitting in the corner, singing along to “All By Myself” by Eric Carmen. I was fine. In high school, it can feel like being single and okay with it is not “cool”. But it’s okay being single. There’s nothing wrong with it. If you’re the only single one out of your friends, it doesn’t mean you’re an ugly weirdo destined for eternal loneliness.

You will find someone someday and finally get to go on those really super-awesome group dates. Okay?

4. There’s a difference between having manners, and being fake.

HUGE difference. If you’re acting like someone’s friend, but talking crap about them behind their back, that is not cool. It’s great that you don’t want to make enemies, but that doesn’t mean you get to act like best friends. That’s not “spreading the love”. It’s calling being two-faced. If you don’t like someone, that doesn’t make you a jerk. What makes you a jerk is making someone think you’re their friend when you’re not.

3. Top 8 friend lists don’t define your worth.    

Okay, let’s just admit it already. If you’re going to have a little “list” of your favorites, there’s gonna be some drama. Major drama.

I remember those times when someone would high-five me for putting them on my top 4, like they had just won the Academy award; but I also remember those heart-sinking moments of going on someone’s MySpace page and seeing that I had gone from the number 2 spot, to the number 3 spot. Yeah, I get it. We all have friends who we trust and like a little more than others, but do you got to rub it in my face? In my freshman year, the top 8 was more than just a top 8 list; it was the “favorites” list, and everyone wanted a spot on the “favorites” list.

Look, if you have a friend who’s going to have their “favorites”, then just forget about it. Does it really matter that Katie likes Sarah better than she likes you? Is it really that horrible if Justin doesn’t consider you good enough for his “circle of five”? Why does it matter?

It doesn’t.

2. Friends become strangers…but life goes on.

You know that feeling of being in a crowd, then seeing an old friend from your past, and not even recognizing them? At first, it’s awkward, but you get used to that after a while. Truth is, not all the friends you have today will be around tomorrow.

One thing that I had a horrible time dealing with was that it doesn’t matter whether you get the friendship bracelets, or promise to call each other every day. Sometimes, you just got to let go. It‘s okay. It doesn’t mean you failed, and it definitely doesn’t mean you weren’t a good enough friend. You know what it means? It means it’s time to move on. Life’s got better things in store for you, and if you’re too busy drowning in the past and what could have been, you’ll never get the good things in store for you. Believe me, what and who is in your future is way better than what and who was in your past.

1. Never change for anyone. 

Ever. If someone wants to turn you into someone you’re not, then they just suck. They don’t deserve you. I don’t care who you are, you have something freaking awesome and amazing to show to the world. If your so-called friends can’t see that, dump them. If they’re too busy putting you down, go find some new friends. Don’t waste time trying to get love from people who probably don’t even have a clue what love is. Spend time with the people who appreciate you and build you up. Never be afraid of being yourself.

After all, who else are you gonna be?

So, with all that being said, what 7 things did high school teach you?