your face, john.

I was watching a vlogbrothers video today and I paused it to take the cupcakes out of the oven (it's Jeff's b-day) and I came back and this was the face I found I'd paused on.

I love John Green.

in your pants

John Green and his writer friends decided that if you add "In your pants" to the end of any book title, it becomes a lot funnier.

The best titles for IN YOUR PANTS jokes:

this list is not complete….. additions? leave a comment.

I don't want too enter a post title! so there! bah! humbug!)

The role in the play fell through. all for the best, though, because I wouldn't have been able to visit Victory (one of my good girlfriends, you know who you are! yes you have a code name now too, you're that special) because there were performances on the date I was planning to visit.

and I promised John I'd visit him when I went up there.

kinda need to meet him in person soon I think…. we had a pretty intense convo last night. we said a lot of things that I'll never tell to anyone but my diary—the real paper one, not the freakish one—and hopefully nobody will see that until I die.

ive seen a few pictures of him, but the pictures i've seen both look so different, that I can't quite piece together what he looks like.

this is so weird. I've never met this guy in person.

I feel like a fourteen-year-old when he talks to me.

and the blushing thing? geez. it's his new favorite thing to do. he can tell when I'm blushing over the phone. it's completely humiliating. he says sweet sappy (not really sappy but they'd sound sappy if I typed them) things and compliments me all the time and says stuff to make  me uncomfortable (well, uncomfortable in a good way). this is seriously going to cause problems when I meet him.

o.0

I need some pizza. maybe a bar of chocolate. or two.

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ROFLMAO I can't stop laughing

ever heard of John and Hank Green? John Green publishes YA books—very controversial books but good with great messages for contemporary teens who are not easily offended—and he and his crazy brother hank do Brotherhood 2.0 and Vlogbrothers.

Here's the QA Video about them.

 

 

and here are some funny DFTBA moments:

bwahahahahahahahahahahah

you can also join the nerdfighters website here: http://nerdfighters.com

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So apparently…

Well. Let's start with Thursday night.

Thursday night my roommate came in with a friend of hers right before I was getting into bed. she said it was an emergency because her friend's boyfriend cheated on her. so they got ready to go out and get drunk (her friend's words—I… plan on making out with…someone…tonight. Don't care who. If he had fun, I deserve to have fun.).  right before they left, my roomie told me "oh, my boyfriend's coming Friday."

so I assumed it was yesterday Friday. or let's pretend it's Thursday: I assumed "oh he's coming tomorrow."

anyway, I hauled all my stuff up to the common's room and slept there (4th floor!) because I didn't want to sleep in a room with a man in there. I had texted her and asked if he could stay somewhere else and she was like "it's not my friend's job to host him, and we can't pay for a hotel. we're not going to do anything we're just going to sleep." anyway I slept in the commons room: by the way: did you know the lights are motion activated? did you know I toss and turn when I sleep? did you know I lost circulation about a dozen times because I was trying not to move and set off the motion sensor?

I had a sucky night.

came home this morning and they weren't in. either they left—and took his stuff?—or she meant next Friday. I'll have to ask her again.

if it is next Friday, I'm going to be prepared and contact my church and see if I can spend the night at someone's house that weekend. I'm not sleeping in there, and I don't ever want to have to sleep in a common's room again.

motion activated lights? really??

and my dream! omigoodness! I dreamed I was one of my characters, and I had this amazing knife (she throws knives at people. she doesn't like guns. she likes knives!!!! bwahahaha!!! sorry.) that was like a foot and a half long, and it could slice through bone like butter. I dreamed I took a slice out of someone's head like cutting a piece of cake. and decapitations? fun stuff.

ok that wasn't morbid at all. does that say something about me? or was it just a bad idea to write a fiction novel about a crazy Russian assassin right before bed?

on the bright side, I've been teaching this girl extra ballet classes, and she's doing really well. I'm remembering how much I love teaching!

minor random awkward detail: I found an AMAZING push-up bra on sale at walmart, and it makes me actually look like I have some shape up top! and it was only eight dollars! I'm going back today for another one. and for some milk. I'm out of milk. I can't make cocoa or oat meal or cereal without milk.

and potatoes. might need more of those. I've been eating baked potatoes (made in the microwave) with all sorts of fixings on them for dinner each night, because it's cheap and healthy. and the food in the dining hall makes me sick.

and I'm going to try to sell my block meals. we'll see how that goes.

I don't ramble at all.

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sigh. ok.

well I called my mom and got her take on the whole thing. she thinks maybe I'm to clingy and that I scared him off. or maybe that he just needs to back off and figure out his priorities and how he feels about me. which is slightly scary because if that man told me he was interested in me I have no idea what I would do. probably awkwardly stare at his beautiful eyes and wait until he said something of an easier topic.

anyway.

I'm still praying for him and I'll be here if he ever wants to talk to me again. I just hope that mom is right and that he doesn't hate me.

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oh. my. God.

these are the things that we talked about over Christmas.

• my father and brother talked about how younger boys can shoot their pee farther than older boys. maybe I should rephrase and say "bigger boys" and "smaller boys."
• my sister got two ornaments at an exchange and she continually referred to them as "her balls."
• my sister (yes, same sister) spent a whole conversation explaining how horses look so funny when they… ok. "stretch their thingie." my father (bless him) had to explain how that works. Lord have mercy that was awkward.
• "ode to the dog…. who lays on the floor… that we adore… whose dander flies through the air…. in the lightning…" as sung by my sister. she was sick. she's extra loopy when she's sick.
• my brother explained to the pastor's son what a fart was, what it sounds like, how it works, and all the lingo associated with it. it was actually rather entertaining. he seemed to think it was funny when you get in trouble for farting in public.
• sister 1: "I'm the headless horseman!" *pulls bathrobe over head.
  Sister 2: "If you're a man, I'm never sleeping with you again."
  Sister 1: *long pause, awkwardly stares.*
  Me: "Sister 2!… you don't say stuff like that."
• My parents have been married 25 years in June. they still think they're teenagers. Let me explain: My dad twisted his ankle after jumping over a fence when he was transplanting a tree. (he forgot he was over fifty.) mom said "We'll have to nurse him today." dad said, "Ooohhhh…" later the next morning mom asked "Do you need help getting dressed?" dad said, "Well," in the most james-bond-esque voice he could manage. Yeah. and stuff like this happens all the time.

thank God I'm back at school. even if my friend is ignoring me.