Devilish, by Maureen Johnson

Yesterday after dinner I sat down to start reading a novel by Maureen Johnson. If you me, you will be aware that Maureen Johnson is my hero and my lady crush.

Anyway, I started reading Devilish, which when I read the back I was like "This is going to we weird." because basically the entire plot is a girl sells her soul to the devil to become popular after throwing up on some people in the middle of the most important school assembly of the year.

As I started to read this, I was like "maybe she doesn't mean the devil, maybe she means like 'popular kids.'" But no, twas the devil.

Three hours later I was done. The whole book, beating my finishing a book in sitting recorded, only getting up for food and bathroom breaks by 18 hours (Order of the Phoenix) .

Of the Maureen Johnson books I have read. This is the best. Better than the Lesbian book that I loved so much. (The Bermudez Triange I still recommend that one a lot as well. )

I'm really one to be excited about books with Devils and soul selling, but it was an amazing read. There were parts that hurt my brain, but Miss Johnson, really made the whole idea that someone could just sell there soul seem like an every day occurrence.

This book is wonderfully written and an amazingly quick read, which I wasn't expecting. Maureen Johnson made me do something I thought only J.K. Rowling was capable of.

http://www.maureenjohnsonbooks.com/index1.html <-- This is Maureen Johnson's website. Check it out. I'm fairly certain you won't be disappointed with any of her Novels. (I still have two to read, but I'm fairly certain they are also good :) )

BANANA GRENADE!!!

So I have this friend, and he is, well weird, but its an acceptable weird. Not like "hey that guy could grow up to kill people weird." It's more of a "I hope that guy doesn't hug me when I walk by."

Anyway, this friend and I were talking at dinner when for I don't remember why, but my closet in my suite came up.

It smells like vinegar.

My weird friend said "I know." Now the only logical thing I could think to say to this is "How much time do you spend in my closet?"

To which he replied something along the lines of "I spend a lot of time in there, waiting." (IRL he was there when my roommate was cleaning it, with vinegar. He's just weird not creepy.)

Then we talked about how funny it would be if someone wrote the words "Banana Grenade" on actually bananas, bit the end to open it, and threw them into rooms.

The answer to that is: really freakin' awesome. My weird friend my do this by hiding in my closet and jumping out at one of my suite mates and yelling "BANANA GRENADE." To which said suite mate would promptly wet themselves because there aren't supposed to be boys hiding in our coat closet.

Yeah, so that's my life...

OH!! and I'm now facebook friends with Maureen Johnson, who you may or may not know is my currently lady crush.


I love Maureen Johnson.

Thanksgiving Breakfast

I sat there alone in the cafeteria sipping a luke warm cup of coffee, when slowly they all started to appear over half wall at the far end. I'd already eaten my breakfast. But I figured I had nothing else to do all day, so I might as well wait for my friends, a little conversation never killed anyone.

I waited patiently for everyone to get their eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes, and make their way over to the second to last booth by the windows.

"I think we're going to need two tables. Help me pull this over."

I did what I was asked, and one friend and I sat at the edge of the booth, looking and feeling rather awkward at our giant table. Slowly our giant table filled up with friends and girlfriends of friends, that in our group had become friends themselves, maybe even better friends than their boyfriends were.

We squeezed eighteen people into our table. The booth were I sat normally held eight, but now somehow comfortably fit ten. We smiled and laughed. My friends ate their cheese filled eggs and I sipped my cold coffee.

As I looked over the table, all my friends lined up, I thought about how amazing this was. A year ago I would have been sitting alone, watching in envy as these people ate with two tables pushed together. But now I was a part of it.

I've become one of the popular kids.

Not the kind that plays sports or goes to big parties every night, but the kind that has what the high school popular kids never had.

Friends.