So, even though I don’t recieve comments, I have been told that people have, in fact, read my post. (But don’t forget to read the About Carly, it’s way better!)
Anywho, this is the first post in which I will delve into the depths of…BOOKS AND MUSIC! WOO-HOO!
After going on a spontaneous excursion with two (technically three) pals to Barnes & Noble, I have had an epiphany. Well, not really an epiphany, more of a thought that was almost worthy of being written down. And, for lack of sufficient material, I have decided to put it in my post. Here it goes: Teen books rock the world! Not kidding you. When I think of getting older and having to read adultish books with boring covers, I almost gag. How can you LIVE without reading the great works of John Green, Maureen Johnson, Sarah Dessen and Scott Westerfeld?! You just can’t. It’s that simple.
Books I recommend:
‘Looking for Alaska‘ by John Green
‘An Abundance of Katherines‘ by John Green
‘Dreamland‘ by Sarah Dessen
The ‘Uglies‘ fourlogy(?) by Scott Westerfeld
‘So Yesterday‘ by Scott Westerfeld
‘Elsewhere‘ by Gabrielle Zevin
More books will come to me eventually, but that’s it for now.
*Don’t you just love how I write like I’m actually addressing an audience?
Sidenote- John Green is actually 1/2 of the brothers Green, more commonly known as the creators of Nerdfighteria. Check out one of his funnier videos below, I guess. I’ve never done this before, so I hope it works.
Well, thank-you for the kind welcome, internet. I assure you, it is well appreciated. So, I guess I’m here. And writing. About things. As you can tell, I am quite the imaginative writer. So, I’ll start off by directing you to the About Carly page. Check it out, because it says just about everything I want to say in my introductory post. I guess I’ll start ranting now.
Topics to Rant About: (that you will probably see more in depth in future posts)
Why is middle school so sucky? I’m in High School, but I go back to my middle school every week to tutor and, let me tell you, it is not pleasant. There is something so…crummy about middle school, it just makes me want to throw up. I don’t know why, but it does. It’s the awkward transition period between being a young kid, and being an old kid, and I just want to tell all of the inbetween kids that it gets oh-so much better up at the BIG school.
Why are people so fake? Why can’t we ever just say what we feel? I am so glad that I have the friends that I do, because they allow be to just…be me. No false pretenses, just ME. Don’t you hate all of the North Face, hair straightening, Hollister clones? Nothing against North Face (I’m sure it is quite warm), hair striaghtening (although wild, crazy fun hair is much more interesting than boring straight hair) or Hollister (some of the clothes are…not vomit inducing), but it’s the REASON why people are interested in all of these things. To fit in. But, why does everyone want to fit in? Why can’t we just all be happy with who we are, and find someone else who is happy with who we are, too? I just hate the world today. doo doo doo dah doo, I know but I can’t change. *catchy BITCH song by Meredith Brooks*
Why can’t we embrace our inner nerdfighters? (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, go on over to youtube and check out the vlog brothers or go to brotherhood2.com to be directed to the Nerdfighter Ning network.)
Why can’t I ever express my feelings efficiently through writing? It feels like it’s just…blah. It sounds like such an important thought in my head, but when I write it down I feel foolish.
What happens when we die? *Watch for my rant on ‘Elsewhere‘ by Gabrielle Zevin, amazing book* Why do I question heaven, and then feel like a horrible person?
How do you describe a color? Where did colors originate? Did they just happen?
Why do I ramble so much?
So, there you have it. A few topics that I like to rant about in my spare time. I hope you like this post and ,if you don’t, I don’t really give a flying poo about it, because what other people think, it doesn’t really matter to me all that much. Or, so I try and tell myself.