Blog Post number: I don't know, look for yourself.
Song Being Played While Writing
This: Sweet Disposition, it’s on the 500 days of Summer soundtrack.
Topic: Strange and foreign things.
What I should be doing: Luring my muse back to my writing with cookies.
All I know about boys is that they
are a vital thing for the ecosystem, and what I’ve read from Meg Cabot’s/Judy
Blumes books.
So when I talk to one I always
stammer over my sentences and once I called JK Rowling a he (I got her
gender
mixed up with Stephen King’s. You can stop laughing now).
Here’s what I use for pick-up lines
(bear in mind these are all at the library).
‘You know if you’re looking for a
good book there’s the Harry Potter series.’
And-
‘Have you read the Harry Potter
series?’
That’s it. And coming from my mouth
it sounds more like this.
Y-y-you k-know if you’re looking for
a good book there’s the Parry Hott-Harry Potter series.
Yeah, and I wonder why boys aren’t
queuing up at my front door asking for my phone number.
Then when I do start talking to a
boy I somehow find some way to compare him to a fictional character, the last
guy I talked to BMXed, was REALLY tall, and skinny, so I guess that makes him a
sort of a Fang from the Maximum Ride series, I mean I know Fang did ballet in
the skies and blogged instead of BMXed but hey he’s the first person that
popped into my mind.
My very first crush that was my age
I compare to Harry Potter, kind of miss him now. We met at a homeschooling
group when I was like eight, he liked Harry Potter in fact it’s because of him
that I even knew who Harry Potter was. So thanks for that Nick.
