I just want to write a fucking book but I keep getting stuck after the first page.
If Someone is Telling You
that you’re too _________ to be a nerdfighter, then you are more of a nerdfighter than the person who is telling you that.
What if it’s “too not a fan of the Vlogbrothers or humanity in general”? Not that anyone would say that about me, just, what if.
Mail Time with Emily!
I just got my mail for the day, which included packages from, what I’m assuming is, every single college in the state of Missouri, a free t-shirt from the University of Chicago (a size too big, but awesome nonetheless), aaanndd…
My free replacement Newton’s Cradle! Huzzah!
Faith in humanity restored!
"The fourth way to get a boy to like you is to be yourself. Now, I am contractually obligated as an adult to give that advice, even though it doesn’t work. But yeah, be yourself, even though no one has any idea what it means to be yourself. Like whose self would I otherwise be being?"
- John Green. Possibly my favourite thing that he has ever said, but I’m not entirely sure, because he says a lot of great things. I don’t know how to be anyone besides myself, so thank you John Green for elucidating that for everyone.
Thank you, John Green, for writing The Fault in Our Stars.
Even though I feel like crying right now, and I’m probably going to spend the rest of my day (and maybe a few days after this) imagining people I love getting cancer and dying, I needed that book. I feel altered now, having just finished the last page. Altered in a way that I cannot yet comprehend, but when I do, I guess I’ll just have to blog about it. Although, I am pretty thick, so I may never figure it out. I just know that I have been, somehow, recalibrated. So thank you, John Green, for being an astounding author, who has shaped me as a reader and as a human being. You will be remembered far after you have gone.
(That last sentence has the unintentional effect of sort of making it seem like you died. Please don’t die any time soon, that would super suck.)
Side note: reading this book on Darwin Day has a very strange and slightly macabre effect. It’s got me thinking about the “survival of the fittest” and how that doesn’t always apply to humans, but sometimes it does. And when it does, it’s kind of awful.
“Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.”
“That’s what I believe. I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it - or my observation of it - is temporary?”
-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
I could not agree more.
Someone told me today that guys don’t like me because they are intimidated by my intelligence.
You know what I say to that?
Their loss. (;
The Fault in Our Stars just arrived!
The Malt in Our Bars
The Salt on Our Cars
The Assault of Our Czars
The Basalt in Our Tars
The Vault on Our Mars
… Yeah, I’m out.
Gonna start reading as soon as finals are over tomorrow!
…Maybe sooner…
