This week’s HelloGiggles post is on Lock and Key by Sarah Dessen. Seriously, I love Sarah Dessen. Have I told you guys lately how much I love writing a column about young adult books?
If I were this girl, I would hope my real dad was Paul Reiser. Because that other dad, the George Michael looking one? Give me a break. Too hot to be a dad.
Yesterday I stayed home sick. Not because I had a hangover from Valentine’s Day fun, although I did have a great time. I am pretty honest with my boyfriend about the basic necessities I need to be happy on every major romantic holiday (Vday, anniversary, my birthday [the most romantic day of the year]): dinner and flowers/an Edible Arrangement. Guys are not mind readers. You might think they will “just know” you want fruit arranged in the shape of a bouquet and covered in chocolate, but I speak from experience when I say: they won’t know unless you tell them. So I made sure my desire was known, and guess who spent the night eating chocolate covered strawberries and pineapple carved in the shape of a flower? This chick! Insert “raise the roof” gesture HERE. I would’ve taken a picture, but give me a break. Edible Arrangements aren’t for photographing. They’re for eatin’.
So no, I didn’t just eat too much fruit and make myself sick. I actually contracted a killer cold, mostly because I spent the weekend taking care of my boyfriend and HIS cold (“taking care of” = opening a can of soup). I had some high hopes of getting a lot of writing done while I was sick, but that never happens. Instead I stared at the internet, slept for hours, and watched that episode of Gilmore Girls where Rory visits Jess at his weird book party and they kiss but then she’s like, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have come! This was almost an interesting plotline but I’m in love with Captain Boring/Logan.”
Anyway, maybe it’s just because I think I have fever-induced delirium, but I found these Text Messages From A Ghost to be laugh-out-loud hilarious. I want to quote it, but I’d just quote the whole damn thing.
In case you didn’t know (but you probably did, because I talk about it all the time), my brother Alex is in a comedy group called Baby Mountain. I can definitely say I’m their number one fan, and not even just because of my brother. I just think they’re so funny. Over the weekend, their school did something called the 48 hour shootout. Here’s an explanation from someone who didn’t really pay attention when she had it explained to her (me): each team gets a prop, a title, a genre, and a line, and then they have 48 hours to make an entire short film. This is the one my brother worked on…OR DID HE?
Why don’t I have a Baby Mountain t-shirt yet? I deserve one. I am the best hype girl.
Tonight, I celebrate my love for pizza.
If you’re one of those people who complains about Valentine’s Day, just stuff it. Any day that brings a heart shaped pizza into my life is a good day. And besides, this is a holiday about candy, so go buy some and then call your parents. That’s what Valentine’s Day is for!