Happy Tuesday!

Band Geek Pranksters time, guys. Thanks so much for all your comments and love so far. Seriously, it means the world to me. Also, go on over to Karlie's blog and wish her a late happy b-day. It was today!

OMG you guys

Perks of Being a Wallflower is being made into a movie...pause for dramatic silence.

If you've ever read my blog, you know that I won't shut up about this book, and that is for good reason. Perks absolutely made my teenage years. I cannot put into words how much this book means to me. It's been passed through so many people (read: I've pushed it on so many people) that it's completely worn out with a broken spine, tattered pages, and a very sweet message written in red sharpie from my boyfriend in the front (you're the only one to make me feel infinite too, baby.)
This is one of the books I can honestly point to and say, "Yeah, that changed my life." I've literally read it dozens of times, and can recite a majority of the pages.
Anyway, I found out about the movie from Sarah LaPolla's blog, and nearly jumped out of my seat. My fingers were fumbling all over my blackberry as I called The Boyfriend, praying he wasn't in work yet. He picked up, and I responded with "Perks is being made into a movie with Hermoine Granger," but I was so excited that I had to try at least three times to get it out. He freaked out as well, hemmed and hawed with me about the casting, then we chatted forever about it as if we won't see each other in a few hours, because that's what Perks does to people, guys.
So, Emma Watson is playing Sam. I love Emma Watson, I really do, but she's not who I was expecting. I guess you can never get exactly what you want, because they'll never look just like you imagine them. To me, Sam was tall, a little plain, and just so much older than Charlie. Logan Lerman (aka Percy Jackson) is playing Charlie. And I'm just so ehhh about the casting. Charlie is supposed to be, like, 14, tiny and adorable. When I'm reading Perks, I constantly just want to wrap him up in my arms and keep him safe. The difference between a freshman and senior in high school is massive. The difference between an 18 year old and a 21 year old? Not massive at all.
What I am so far from bummed about is the director/screenwriter. It is Mr. Chbosky himself. I've written that name so many times in my obsessive ranting that I don't even have to look it up anymore. I always whined about him not writing another book (can you tell I whine a lot?) but I completely forgive him now. As Boyfriend put it, now nothing will be lost in the artistic translation. Let's just pray for that.
If you haven't read it yet, shame on you! No, I'm kidding, just go get it. You can probably order it from Amazon for super cheap. Look, I'll even link you. It's barely more than a hundred pages so you have no excuse!!

Roadtrip Wednesday and epic anniversary

On YA Highway, we hold a weekly Road Trip Wednesday, where we ask a writing/reading question and all the contributors answer on our personal blogs. If you want to participate on your own blog, just post the link in the comments section of YAH and we'll check it out!


What tattoo would you get to celebrate your book's success OR to represent a favorite book?

Anyone who knows me knows that I have an absurd amount of tattoos. Okay...four. But still. I got my first when I was 17 with my mom. Tiniest graniest picture ever, I know.

Then I got one with my brother. Yes, those are snowflakes. Yayy snowflakes.

Then, an impromptu one with my biffle (but they're not matching tattoos)

And, finally, the most recent.
That's my calf. For some reason, everyone thinks it's my arm. Noo.



 
 
 
 
 
The point of all these pictures? I'm addicted. So, I'd probably get a really good book qoute. But it would have to be amazing. Like, Harry Potter classic. I solemly swear that I am up to no good? I did want that for a while. Anyway, I'd never qoute my book, because that's M. Night level douchiness, but I might get something in honor of it. Something super important in the book. Just something that meant the world to me, something that represented the magic of my dreams coming true.
 

Cheese aside, let's get to the good stuff. It's me and Karlie's 6 month anniversary!! Yay! Celebrate. We've beta'ed each other work for 6 months and become really close friends. That's what great about this community of writers, you can find someone to read your work, and someone to email you on a daily basis whether they've written something, or whether they just want to talk about a crazy man and his duck fetish.
A good beta doesn't just read your work, they understand it. And Karlie does. She bounces ideas off me, and I bounce mine off her. She'll highlight an entire paragraph and go 'wtf are you thinking? this is so OOC. cut it.' And I don't ever get mad. I laugh and usually do cut it, because she's usually right. She picks up what I'm laying down. I've converted her to the special hell of Supernatural and Wincest, and John Green's awesomeness. She makes sure I watch every new Criminal Minds so we can talk Reid's hair. My go to catholic girl that loves gayboys, my fangirl, my cheerleader. Love you. Wouldn't be here without you every day telling me that I don't suck. Team Karliz!!!

Teaseeee

Dear Red Sox,
I'm your biggest fan and all, but you're playing some really shitty baseball. I'm only hard on you because I know you can do much better Papelbon. Get it together boys!

On that note...Tease!

Tease!

Happy Tuesday everyone! Here's another snip from band geeks. And look, it's almost at the 500 word count limit! This is still a super rough draft, so beware of misspellings, poor grammar, and sentences that just don't make sense.

Tease-tease-tease

I'm teasing from my band geeks this week, who have been horribly neglected in favor - aka obligation to - stats. But that's all over now people! Come Thursday, I take my last final of my junior year and spend all my time writing. Warning - these are not the five hundred words you're looking for. I suck.