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So Much Excitement!

There is this author that I like, maybe you have heard me mention him before… his name is JOHN GREEN. And HE HAS A NEW BOOK OUT TOMORROW. It is called Will Grayson, Will Grayson.

I’ve been calling around to different stores trying to find out who is and is not carrying it. My friend Kelly and I wanted to purchase it from an independent store rather than a chain store, but none of them seem to be stocking it. Sad face. So I called Boarders, because they aren’t doing to well, and I thought it would be fun to give them my business. And then this conversation happened:

Lady: “Boarders, how can I help you?”

Me: “Yes, I was wondering if you could tell me if you were carrying a new release book Will Grayson, Will Grayson? It comes out tomorrow.”

Lady: “Will Grayson?”

Me: “Yes,  Will Grayson, Will Grayson.”

Lady: “That is the title?”

Me: “Yes.”

Lady: “Who is the author?”

Me: “It is co-authored by John Green and David Levithan.”

Lady: “And that is W-I-L-L?”

Me: “Yes.”

Lady: “So Will Grayson?”

Me: “Yes. G-R-A-Y-S-O-N.”

Lady: “And then you repeat it?”

Me: “Yes.”

Lady: “So….*pause*…Will Grayson and then Will Grayson again?”

Me: “Yes.”

Lady: “Okaaaay…. well it says the street date is tomorrow, but I don’t know how many will be on the table.”

Me: “So you will be selling some?”

Lady: “I don’t know how many will be on the table.”

Me: “Okay, thank you!”

Don’t you just love people?!? After I hung up I laughed for a really long time. I think I might hit up my Barnes & Noble just in case. I mean, they only have four copies out, but I doubt many people in my town are reading John Green (though I wish this were not the case). I will say that this is supposedly the most mature book of his, and he has stated in the video I will post below that middleschoolers (and preschoolers) should not read it.

I can’t wait to buy it! If I didn’t have class it would be the FIRST thing I would do tomorrow morning. Sadly, I have no car and two classes I can’t miss. Oh well! Tomorrow afternoon I will have it, and probably post my review within the week! I’M SO EXCITED!

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My computer won’t start until I log in…

This is why I love the world of nerds:

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This is why I love being a Nerdfighter.

I am very tired and have to get up at the crack of dawn (7:40) so I can’t be bothered to give a long, witty description of who the Vlogbrothers are, and why they are so amazing. (Though I have mentioned them before here and here.)Perhaps I will tomorrow. For now, I leave you with one of their best videos to date. DFTBA.

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BEDA 18: I Heard It Through the Grapevine

Today was a lovely day. I got my hair cut and then went to Philadelphia to see John Green speak. He read from two of his novels, Looking for Alaska (my personal favorite) and Paper Towns. After his talk he signed books and my parents just so happened to stand in line FIRST so I got my book signed first! It was really fun; he is so funny and yet he really makes interesting points about the way we interpret people and how we fantasize the people around us. Here are the videos of him talking, as well as the question/answer portion (sorry for any crappy video taping) for anyone who wants to see them. I know it seems like a lot, but he is quite amusing so you should watch!

So overall the day was pretty epic. A HUGE thanks to my mum and dad for driving all the way to Philadelphia! And for your daily Hamlet update- he is being quite nice, just hanging out and swimming around. As of right now he is lying beside me (although he is in his tank because you know, I don’t want him to die or anything…).

Have a happy April everyone! See you tomorrow.

(And as always, DFTBA!!!)


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“A pox o’ your throat! You bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”

I am using the extremely sick card again and posting this amazing video. Why is it amazing? Mainly because it is John Green talking for four minutes.

And he informs you on how to properly insult people.

And his home library kicks butt. I hope to own this many books one day.

In case you were wondering, he owns over 1,000 books. I only own a measly 323.

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Surprise! A List!

Random things from the not-so-distant past, the very-present-present, and the rapidly-approaching-future:

1. I met with my roommate- very nice.

2. I saw my dorm room- larger than I thought, so woot!

3. I went into the 3 story library. I tried really, really hard not to drool all over the pretty books.

4. I added more books to my library. I currently own 323.

5. I am a little more than half-way finished with the latest book club book. It is so good!

6. I cleaned my room today. Gosh I love cleaning.

7. I watched John Green on blogtv, during which he took questions from viewers and I totally GOT MY QUESTION ANSWERED DURING THE LIVE BLOGTV SHOW (!!!!!!!!!!!!) at which point I ran downstairs to let my mother and sister know. There may have been dancing and screaming involved; I can’t be too sure.

8. I got together a bunch of stuff to take to my dorm.

9. I watched the new episode of How I Met Your Mother. Not one of my all time favorites, but still incredibly awesome.

10. I watched the new episode of John and Kate Plus Eight. Ahh, that show is amazing.

11. I am getting my hairs cut tomorrow. SHORT. (!!)

12. Have you ever noticed how people say “I am going to get my hair cut?” I mean, are they just getting one hair cut? I would think not. So why don’t we say “I am going to get my hairs cut?” Sure it sounds grammatically incorrect, but it really does make more sense. (Note: this doesn’t really have anything to do with the not-so-distant past, the very-present-present, or the rapidly-approaching-future, but I needed one more point to make my list even.)

Also, in How I Met Your Mother they talked about Robin’s signiture “sign-off” (she was an anchorwoman on the local news) and I want a signiture sign off for my blog! Lets get creative Internet! Give me ideas!! There may be a prize involved for the winner! Huzzah! Everyone loves prizes!!


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An exceptionally long post about the best Christmas ever.

For as far back as I can remember, which is a very, very long time, I cannot think of a Christmas I didn’t spend with my family in Florida. By family I mean the ENTIRE family. There is the immediate family- mom, dad, sister, brother. The extended family- grandmother, grandfather (moms side). The slightly more extended family- aunt, uncle, older cousin, younger cousin (also moms side). The even more extended family- great aunt (also moms side… sensing a pattern?). And with those Christmas times come all the memories. There was the good, always going to a movie on Christmas day, all of the pranks, all of the gag gifts; the bad, quite a few things have been broken over the years; the ugly, lets just say drama from one individual can lead to a whole mess of ugly; and last, but not least, the uuuuugly, consisting of what I like to call “The Family Christmas Portrait From Hell” where a certain person with a flair for the dramatics had a bit of a problem with the outfits, the hair, and well, everything.
And as fun and as miserable those Christmases have been, it is something I look forward to all year long. Seriously Internet, I am not lying when I say that Christmas is my favorite time of the year. And many people tell me I just like getting or giving gifts, but its more than that. It’s the Christmas smell. It’s the Christmas decorations. It’s the Christmas heat (we are in Florida, don’t forget). It’s the running around the house dressing up my brother as a girl. It’s shouting over all the noise to talk to one person. It’s playing pranks, it’s being with family, it’s bringing everyone together. I love it all. And last year was the last “real” Christmas I was ever going to have. But this year topped it all.

Okay, lets start from December 2007. As mentioned before, the entire family is at the house in Florida spreading the usual Christmas cheer. But things are different. My oldest cousin, Audrey, is engaged, and announced that next year she and her new husband will be spending their first Christmas in Jacksonville where they will be living. Okay, fine I can handle that, no big deal. Right? Then my mother invites everyone to her house for Christmas the following year (meaning yesterday). Now, for those of you who do not know this about me… I hate change. I hate it, hate it, hate it. With a passion. Almost as much as I hate Martha Stewart, but that’s an entirely different story. My mother seemed very happy with this idea, so I tried my hardest not to let her know I was a tiny, teeny, bit sad, but I would eventually get over it.
Alright, fast forward 364 days. December 24, 2008. The house is decorated. The air is quite chilly (see, we are in Delaware now. Where they have real seasons). My immediate family is awaiting the arrival of my grandparents (fathers side) and my cousin, uncle, and aunt (mothers side). And that is it. No one else is coming for Christmas. Not the extended family, or the even more extended family. And for some odd reason I am okay with that. The house looked amazing, even if it was decorated with Martha Stewart merchandise. My mom was happy. I was happy. The grandparents arrived and soon the cousin, aunt, and uncle arrived. And it felt like Christmas again, though, a slightly quieter one at that.

Now let me explain the sleeping situations. The grandparents on my father’s side ALWAYS stay in hotels. As far back as those memories of Christmases in Florida go, so goes my memories of them staying in hotels. Which is perfectly fine. Next come the aunt and uncle. In Florida my mother and father would sometimes stay at my grandparents other house, which they (grandparents) would rent out to girls going to my college. They stayed in my sister’s room over there, while my sister would bunk with my cousin over at my grandparent’s house. Confused yet? Let me try and make it as simple as possible. Inside the grandparents second house we have my parents. Inside the grandparent’s house we have my aunt and uncle in guest room. My older cousin Audrey and sister in my grandmother’s study on the comfortable pull out couch. My younger cousin Courtney and me in my grandfather’s study on the not so comfortable pull out couch. And in the family room my brother slept on the couch. That is how it always was, whether it be Christmas or just when we were all down for the summer. Now I have spent many, many years sharing that pull out couch with my cousin, staying up until 2 or 3 in the morning talking about the most random of topics, hers usually being her latest boyfriend and mine usually being awesome movies I have seen. And the same can be said for when my family goes up to Ohio for a summer vacation and I sleep in Courtney’s room. But nothing could prepare me for this trip.

Like I said, my grandparents are in a hotel. My aunt and uncle are in my brother’s room, kicking him out to sleep on his game room couch. My sister is in her room, and my cousin and I are in my room. This is perfectly normal, me sharing a bed with my cousin. So I didn’t think anything of it. Except that my bed seems to feel three times smaller than hers or that unholy pull out couch. Its not, but my gosh, it sure feels like it. Add the freezing temperature outside and the fact that for the past two nights my cousin has turned into some kind of cover- stealer, something that has never in my 20 years of occasionally sharing a bed with her happened before. Sure, for a couple years she kicked me. Then there was the talking in her sleep, which was actually more amusing than annoying. But never has she stolen my covers. If we were in Florida or even Ohio, I wouldn’t mind so much, as I am usually roasting. But for some reason this darn cold weather has turned me into ice, and darn it all! I NEED MY COVERS.
But I digress. So everyone is here by Christmas Eve, and we eat tacos because that is the tradition with my family (immediate that is) and everyone enjoyed them. Then we watched some TV and went to bed and woke up the next morning for presents!!

Okay, so back up needed for my best Christmas story ever. Before I went to England I fell in love with these two brothers on youtube who did this daily blog. (I don’t feel like explaining it all, so check them out here.) Basically they became this huge youtube sensation, etc. Well long story short, one of the brothers, John Green, is an author. And he has written three books- Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, and finally Paper Towns (which I talk about here). He also took part in two collaboration books. And while I was in England he and his brother went all over America promoting his book and holding little gatherings and book signings and such. Well one of these happened to be a little ways from my house. And by a little, I mean an hour or so. I begged my mother go to since I would not be able to, and she said she would see. But she called me and said she couldn’t make it. So I called her the night of the signing and she seemed really sad, and I told her I was attempting to watch the live video feed on the website, but the internet was being horrible and it just wasn’t working and she really felt bad, blah, blah, blah. I told her not to feel back because she did send me to England so I couldn’t really complain, but Internet I can’t lie to you. I was sad. I was very sad. But I got over it. His newest book, which actually came out while I was in England, wasn’t published in the UK so I wasn’t able to buy it.

So about two days before all of the family came I went to the mall with my mother so she could get a few last minute gifts, and I pulled her into the bookstore and while searching, found a copy of Paper Towns. The last copy in the store, I might add. So I bought it and she was happy and I was ecstatic and it was even better because I got sad Margo, which is the cover I wanted to begin with. Then we went to the antique store where she said she had to pick up my Christmas present, which was going to be the best gift ever. She kept building up this gift, saying how much I was going to love it. Needless to say, I was rather excited.
Christmas day rolls around and I notice a stack of boxes with ribbon holding them in place. Five or six boxes of various sizes. And in it was this gift my mother swore I was going to either love or think was stupid. And she made me wait until the very end to open it up. And by “very end” I mean until the entire family was done opening up all of their gifts. And then I opened the first box.

And in it was a t-shirt form the gathering. And a picture album. I opened the album up and there was John Green, holding a microphone, staring back at me. I screamed, “NO YOU DID NOT.”

I opened the second box. Two more shirts from the gathering.

I opened the third box. Two more shirts with Hank’s (his brother) cd of funny songs that he wrote while they were doing their youtube project. Also mini-dvds of the event. She recorded the entire thing.

I opened the fourth box.  Four of his books. Again, I screamed at my mother, “NO YOU DID NOT.” She told me to open them. They were all signed and personalized to me.

I opened the fifth box. “Happy Margo” sat on top of “Sad Margo”. Again, both personalized and signed. I picked them up and noticed a paperback version of Paper Towns which was weird, because the paperback versions are not out yet. And then I realized what exactly it was. I turned it over and there was “Happy Margo”. I turned it over and there was “Sad Margo”. My mom had found a copy of the unedited version of Paper Towns that only a select few had gotten.

Internet, I don’t think any words I write will capture the pure awesomeness that is my mother. That gift… was the Best. Gift. Ever. Best. Christmas. EVER.


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Margo Roth Spiegelman

Internet, it is 3:11 am and I just (as in about ten minutes ago) finished Paper Towns, the latest book written by the amazing John Green. Here is the basic explanation as to the plot (totally taken from the back cover of the book). Quentin Jacobsen has spent a lifetime loving the magnificently adventurous Margo Roth Spiegelman from afar. So when she cracks open a window and climbs back into his life–dressed like a ninja and summoning him for an ingenious campaign of revenge–he follows. After their all-nighter ends and a new day breaks, Q arrives at school to discover that Margo, always an enigma, has now become a mystery. But Q soon learns that there are clues–and they’re for him. Urged down a disconnected path, the closer he gets, the less Q sees of the girl he thought he knew.

This book was released while I was in London and they do not publish in the UK which made me sad. It should also be known that I am a very impatient person when it comes to certain things so I really, really wanted this book. Tonight my mother and I were at the mall getting a few last minute Christmas gifts when we passed the Boarders Express. I pulled my mother in the store and started a serious search for this book. Or any of his books, really. We had just about given up hope when my mother saw it. On the shelf. In all of its beautiful glory.


Now I should explain. There are two different covers to this book, a “sad Margo” and a “happy Margo” and I’ll let you figure out which is which. I really desired to own the “sad Margo” but four months had passed by and my desire to own a copy of the book at all was winning over my desire to own “sad Margo.” But when you order online you do not get a choice as to which cover you receive, it is more of a “surprise Margo.” But I really deep down wanted “sad Margo” so I stuck with “sad Margo” or no book at all. Luckily, that was the only copy they had in the book store. I say luckily because I really wanted the book so much I was about to compromise and get whatever freaking Margo they had. I purchased “sad Margo” and all I wanted to do was sit down on the bench in the middle of the mall and read the book, but the mother figure would have none of that. So after dinner I ran up to my room and started reading. And just kept on reading.

I finished the book (305 pages) in a record 5 hours, with the occasional interruption (mainly in the form of a brother who would not leave me alone to read). I read the book fast because it was just that good- I had to know what happened. I had to find out the fate of Margo. I had to find out if the characters could make it on the road trip without getting a speeding ticket. I had to know what was going to happen in regards to the worlds largest black Santa collection. I just had to  keep reading, not bothering to pause on the details. And while I read, all along the way I kept in the back of my mind the whole reason behind John Green having two covers. This was not some brilliant marketing scheme to entice readers like me to want to collect both covers. And yes, I do. John Green created two covers because no one ever sees the real Margo for what she is. Every single character in the book has an  idea of Margo, and each person’s is different. Keeping that in mind as I speed-read over the slightly less important details, I created in my mind a little file about this Margo character. How no one ever really sees her face, whether she has painted it for some scheme she created, or her hair is in the way, or her sweatshirt is pulled up to her eyes, or how it is usually dark when people are around her. No one knows the real Margo, no one can see her. How Q thinks he sees her laughing, when really she is crying. She is constantly misinterpreted. I kept all of this in the back of my mind, because things like this fascinate me. All of that “English stuff” as John Green once said. Why the author chose to include that particular detail about Q not being able to see her face. Why the author chose to include that detail more than twice. Why there are two covers. This sort of thing is the reason I read. To escape from reality and entire the lives of these “paper characters” as Margo would call them.

I do plan on reading this book more times than I can count, lingering on all of those tiny details that will only make the story more awesome (if that is possible). I finished the book, sat it down, and said (out loud, to no one in particular) that I do not care for this Margo Roth Spiegelman. I do not like what she did and how she acted in the end of the book, which made me cry (the end of the book, not the fact that I didn’t care for her). But then I thought to myself, wow. You are doing what every single character in that darn book did. Misinterpreting her, judging her, trying to see her as something she is not.

While all of this may seem uninteresting to you, it is quite fascinating to me. I am going to have to read this book so many more times before I can come to a judgment on Margo. She is a complex character; one that can not be judged simply by one fast, excited read through. She needs special attention. She is real. She is amazing, adventurous, scared, a huge ball of emotions all wrapped into one. And even though I said I disliked her after my first reading, I think she is quickly going to become one of my favorite literary characters.

***And for those of you who have alread ready this awesome book or are going to go read this awesome book- pg. 266-272 (aka Hour 12) FREAKING EPIC. By far the best bit of the entire book. I was in tears I was laughing so hard.***

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Elvis heals my soul.

I was in the darkroom for over three hours today and can’t get the smell of chemicals off my hands. And these chemicals? They really don’t smell at that well.

Poetry was completely creepy awkward today. Four people showed up. And the room is claustrophobically small. So I was right across from my professor, which I usually am but today it was just more awkward becuase we sit in a square and “discuss the poems.” You can always tell when my professor is serious about poetry because he loses his English accent and takes on this deep, slow Scottish one. Its brilliant. I also noticed he makes intense eye contact, usually with me because I am right across from him. But today in Shakespeare (same professor- right after poetry class) he was making eye contact with me. Craaaazy intense. But the weirdest thing is I can’t look away. Oh I want to, believe me. But it’s this little game I play where I try and see who can look away first. And not only is it incredibly awkward, but it makes me laugh, which only makes him stare at me more.

I just finished researching my photographer and I found (what I hope are) three very interesting photographs to present to the class. I hate presentations when they serve no actual point. Sometimes they are cool or important, but this one? News flash Mary (my professor): NO ONE CARES.

John Green live on blogtv? HELLLLLZ YEAH.


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