Just turned 29 this past week. One more year left in the 20's. WOW.
All in all it was a low key event. I did have a game night last night with some peeps. I rocked out with my cock out in I Love the 80's trivia game!! And I had to control myself to not answer other teams questions. I'm one of those annoying types where if I know it, I shout it. I can't help it. I get all excited.
Tuesday I'm heading out to Napa to meet Weeny for a girls weekend. Our birthday's are about 2 weeks apart and she had the idea in January to do a trip for our birthdays. Napa was selected...and all I'm living for at this moment is the day at the spa we have planned. I need pampering...I'm really hoping for a good trip (there are slight strains in the Weeny/LF friendship, and I think most of the issues lay with me, since I have a hard time getting over things...but she seems happy and oblivious)... I 'm ready to get the hell out of dodge and the 100+ degree heat. It's practically October and it's still 100+ in Phoenix... the summer is never going to end.
Oh- and as I birthday present to me- Skank took my cell to see if I had Mr. Fix It's phone number in there, and I did...She thought it would be a nice surprise to invite him to the game night. Apparently a chick answered the phone with all attitude until Skank said she was calling about her A/C then the chick was pleasant. So I think it's safe to say that he was just being nice... and there was no proposition.
Rock out- Peace out
Word
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
More crying
One lovely night in college, Tuschka and I were the only ones around on a Saturday night. (the joys of going to a small school, everyone flees on the weekends to go home or work or whatever, and there’s just a skeleton crew of students left behind) We decided to have a “sad movie sleep over”. Tuschka and I both had the urge to cry…needed some kind of emotional release, and there’s no better way to do it then getting some sad movies. We went to Blockbuster and scanned the drama section for some winners, not wanting the old standbys…something new to add to the repertoire…. Love Story with Ryan O’Neal and Ali MacGraw (which neither of us saw, but heard it was a killer) and My Life with Michael Keaton and Nicole Kidman (I knew what I was getting myself into, but Tuschka did not) were the lucky picks.
Let the games begin.
We start with Love Story… I remember watching it and thinking “good lord this is a bad movie” and the action was nothing to write home about. Poorly done and over dramatic. (and I know bad movies- I love Grease 2!) Breathy lines of “love means never having to say you’re sorry…” and I’m thinking this movie’s never going to end. FINALLY Ali MacGraw’s character is going to die…and I don’t know if I’m going to cry from boredom or out of true sadness… I welled up and cried a little bit. Tuschka and I both agreed that Love Story was not so great on the “sad movie front”. We shed a few tears.
Next up to bat, My Life. Like I said, I’ve seem My Life and it was sad, I cried the first time I saw it, after that it wasn’t so bothered by it…I thought it would be a good pick nonetheless.
My Life did not disappoint. Tuschka and I were HYSTERICAL. We were sniffling and sniveling so loudly we weren't able to hear the movie any more…
Me: Tuschka, (sniff, sniff) I can’t hear the TV, (snivel, snivel) can you turn it (blowing nose) up??
Tuschka: (sniff, snivel) It’s on max volume I can’t hear either… (snivel, sniff, sniff, snivel)
Me: (gasping for air) O-o-okay…
Few minutes pass
Me: Tuschka, (blubber, blubber) can you turn off the fan by you, maybe that will help…
--fan turns off--
Few moment’s later…
Tuschka: (blowing nose, sniff, sniff) I can’t take this…..
--she hops of her top bunk, and stands in front of the TV…I follow her--
Tuschka: this is much better I can finally hear…
We stand there for what seems like the last half of the movie crying, and crying, and crying some more. It was so brutal, but so good at the same time. We compose ourselves before turning on the light…and what a sight we were. All red, splotchy, puffy…
When we talk about Sad Movie Night- we consider Love Story a slight knick in the wrists with just a little blood…but My Life is a full on gash and the blood is gushing out…that is if you were comparing the movies to a suicide attempt.
I don’t know if I’ve seen My Life since…maybe snippets, but not from start to finish. I really don’t know what it will do to me again, and I don’t want to trigger any melt downs.
Never underestimate the power of a good cry. It can be sooo good.
Peace out-
L
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I GOT A LEAKY UNIT!!! or Mr. Fix-It, Revisited.
So my A/C started to leak again this past weekend. Hardcore big leak, not the random dripping. Called the A/C repair place 3 times on Saturday, left messages, and no call backs. First thing Monday, I called again…and this time got to talk to somebody. Explained my dealio- and the guy said that Mr. Fix-It will be at my place around 3.
Groovy.
I leave work early, and Mr. Fix-It shows up shortly after I get home. He opened up the unit, and it was a scene out of Flash Dance…just not as erotic… We chatted a bit. He apologized for not fixing it right the first time, I told him it was totally fine- as long as there’s not a leak in the roof (which there was possible speculation) I’m fine with multiple fixes on the A/C….plus if I’m lucky, I might be able to get a new A/C unit from the home warranty people, when it can’t be fixed any more… After I was all fixed up and that last of the water cleaned up from the floor…he just kinda left. So I think I kinda fucked up whatever might have been there from last time, if there was anything and I wasn't hallucinating. Go me.
I sent out the mass text message and received calls from my girly crew. General consensus- I'm a moron. Skank offered to call him for me and see if he liked me (ala high school- my friend thinks your cute- do you like her??)...Yeah, so that wouldn't make me look like a crazy psycho. And I know a thing or two about crazy psycho people.
Oh well, nothing I can now.....
Unless........
I spring another leak, or there’s another issue with the A/C so he can come back.
Here's hoping-
L
Groovy.
I leave work early, and Mr. Fix-It shows up shortly after I get home. He opened up the unit, and it was a scene out of Flash Dance…just not as erotic… We chatted a bit. He apologized for not fixing it right the first time, I told him it was totally fine- as long as there’s not a leak in the roof (which there was possible speculation) I’m fine with multiple fixes on the A/C….plus if I’m lucky, I might be able to get a new A/C unit from the home warranty people, when it can’t be fixed any more… After I was all fixed up and that last of the water cleaned up from the floor…he just kinda left. So I think I kinda fucked up whatever might have been there from last time, if there was anything and I wasn't hallucinating. Go me.
I sent out the mass text message and received calls from my girly crew. General consensus- I'm a moron. Skank offered to call him for me and see if he liked me (ala high school- my friend thinks your cute- do you like her??)...Yeah, so that wouldn't make me look like a crazy psycho. And I know a thing or two about crazy psycho people.
Oh well, nothing I can now.....
Unless........
I spring another leak, or there’s another issue with the A/C so he can come back.
Here's hoping-
L
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I think I was being propositioned....
My A/C unit has been a little on the leaky since just before Labor Day. And I, being the procrastinator that I am, finally contacted my home warranty people about getting someone out to have it fixed. I was called yesterday around 1 by Mr. Fix-it saying that he was a couple of miles from my place and would I be home in the next 20 so he could stop by and fix it. I explained that I was at work- 35miles away- and that I’d leave early and be there by 3 and that’s the best I could do… And I got home literally at 3pm on the dot- Mr. Fix-It shows up at 4:15 (the time I would have been home, if I hadn’t left work early)…at least he called around 3:45 apologizing for being late and would be there soon.
When he got to my place- he was on the cute side and then proceeded to play 20 questions for the next hour and a half while fixing the leaky unit. (haha) Questions entailed: Why do you work in Phoenix? What do you do? How long have you been there? Do you like it? How long have you lived in your place? What are you crocheting? (I’m working on a baby blanket at the current moment) Oh, is it for your kid? Do you want kids? How long have you been crocheting? What’s the coolest thing you made? I have a buddy that just had a son, how much would it be to have you make a blanket? (I tell him he doesn’t have to pay, just buy the yarn and I’ll make one. Then there are some yarn questions that follow.) Oh- I like the music you have playing, what are you listening to? On and on with the questions.
I’m being the nice little hostess…answering all the questions accordingly….yelling at the pooch to stop barking. Then there’s talk about the A/C unit what might be wrong, if the problem continues, it could be a leak in the roof and not the unit, etc….There’s a lull in the questioning while Mr. Fix-it works on the unit. He cleans up his stuff and is ready for the payment…while the next round of questioning goes as follows:
On the counter is the check, all filled out and ready to go…
Mr. Fix-it: Oh, you have the check already to go
Me: Yep, I’m efficient like that.
(Really I’m thinking “anal” but you can’t just go saying “I’m anal” to random people they might take it the wrong way)
Mr. Fix-it: So, your place has 2 bedrooms?
Me: No, three. But one is set up as a craft/crap room and then 2 bedrooms
Mr. Fix-it: Do you live here alone?
(This is when bells should be going off, but they aren’t)
Me: Yep, just me and the killer dog.
Mr. Fix-it: Wow. So what do you do for fun?
Me: The usual boring stuff- movies, dinners out, hang with friends. Not really a big bar/club person. If I’m just home alone for the night- usually just crochet/craft and I read a lot.
Mr. Fix-it: Oh what do you like to read?
Me: Chick-lit girly books.
Mr. Fix it: What’s chick lit?
Me: Girly books, like romantic comedies. Chick flicks only in book format.
Mr. Fix-it: So things like “she could feel his gaze on her back as he entered the room, and she started to breathe heavily with excitement”
Me: Not smut books, just girly stories. And I read serious stuff too- like mysteries, ghosty stuff, whatever.
Mr. Fix-it: So, do you have a boyfriend?
(Now the bells are dinging away)
Me: (laughing) No, I’ve got a dog.
Mr. Fix-it: What’s so funny?
Me: Nothing (still giggling)
Mr. Fix-it: Do you want a boyfriend?
Me: (more laughing) No.
Mr. Fix-it: What’s so funny?
Me: Nothing- just a question that’s been asked lately by other people. Do I have, do I to have, why don’t I have. Anyways, I kinda like being alone.
Mr. Fix-it: You like being alone?
Me: Yep- I can do what I want, when I want. Don’t have to worry about anybody. I’ve gotten used to being alone, and I like it. Not to mention- the dog.
Mr. Fix-it: I can understand that.
Mr. Fix-it hands me the paperwork- gives me the lowdown and all that jazz, and gets ready to head out the door…
Mr. Fix-it: So you really don’t mind if I call you about making the blanket.
Me: Not at all
Mr. Fix-it: Great, and thanks. Sorry again about being late.
(We shake hands)
Me: Not a problem. Thanks for fixing my A/C. It was nice to meet you.
So later on in the evening, I’m chatting up with Ms. M and I recount the Mr. Fix-it encounter. She’s laughing…especially when I got to the efficient/anal part…hoping I’d say anal to gage the reaction. Then with the boyfriend part and my ‘no’ responses, I get a flabbergasted response from her… “What if he’s interested in you or knows someone who you might be good with? And you shot him down?? You should have said ‘maybe’ to the wanting a boyfriend part.” And Hitler called me too- and asked what was wrong w/ my A/C and I tell her what happened. The scary thing…her responses were almost verbatim the same thing Ms. M said to me. They both ended the conversion with “we can’t wait to see if he calls you back about the blanket.”
Maybe I should preface that I’ve never really been hit on. I’m not the ‘pursued’ type of person, and not society’s definition of ‘physical beauty’. I’m a big girl- not the I need to lose 10lbs to fit into a size 6….but maybe if I lose 150lbs I can fit into a 14 or 12 and shop at ‘normal’ stores. So guys- never look at me in any special way…. I don’t blip on their radars- I’m usually the blimp on the radar. There was only one other time when I was ‘possibly’ hit on, but I didn’t take it serious….and that’s another story for another time. So, I’m a little slow when it comes to picking up that sort of attention when it’s directed towards me. It never happens.
Anyways….
So when I got to work, Skank asked me how my night was. I told her and another coworker the story…there was laughter. I was told I needed to go to a Flirting 101 class, and that I was totally mean for shooting the guy down before he even had a chance…. I said “what can I say, I’m good at cock blocking” the other coworker said “yeah, but you cock blocked yourself!!” Skank chimes in “we need a Cock Block Shield 101 class with the Flirting 101.”
So yeah- that was my most bewildering night.
Peace out-
The Cock Blocker
When he got to my place- he was on the cute side and then proceeded to play 20 questions for the next hour and a half while fixing the leaky unit. (haha) Questions entailed: Why do you work in Phoenix? What do you do? How long have you been there? Do you like it? How long have you lived in your place? What are you crocheting? (I’m working on a baby blanket at the current moment) Oh, is it for your kid? Do you want kids? How long have you been crocheting? What’s the coolest thing you made? I have a buddy that just had a son, how much would it be to have you make a blanket? (I tell him he doesn’t have to pay, just buy the yarn and I’ll make one. Then there are some yarn questions that follow.) Oh- I like the music you have playing, what are you listening to? On and on with the questions.
I’m being the nice little hostess…answering all the questions accordingly….yelling at the pooch to stop barking. Then there’s talk about the A/C unit what might be wrong, if the problem continues, it could be a leak in the roof and not the unit, etc….There’s a lull in the questioning while Mr. Fix-it works on the unit. He cleans up his stuff and is ready for the payment…while the next round of questioning goes as follows:
On the counter is the check, all filled out and ready to go…
Mr. Fix-it: Oh, you have the check already to go
Me: Yep, I’m efficient like that.
(Really I’m thinking “anal” but you can’t just go saying “I’m anal” to random people they might take it the wrong way)
Mr. Fix-it: So, your place has 2 bedrooms?
Me: No, three. But one is set up as a craft/crap room and then 2 bedrooms
Mr. Fix-it: Do you live here alone?
(This is when bells should be going off, but they aren’t)
Me: Yep, just me and the killer dog.
Mr. Fix-it: Wow. So what do you do for fun?
Me: The usual boring stuff- movies, dinners out, hang with friends. Not really a big bar/club person. If I’m just home alone for the night- usually just crochet/craft and I read a lot.
Mr. Fix-it: Oh what do you like to read?
Me: Chick-lit girly books.
Mr. Fix it: What’s chick lit?
Me: Girly books, like romantic comedies. Chick flicks only in book format.
Mr. Fix-it: So things like “she could feel his gaze on her back as he entered the room, and she started to breathe heavily with excitement”
Me: Not smut books, just girly stories. And I read serious stuff too- like mysteries, ghosty stuff, whatever.
Mr. Fix-it: So, do you have a boyfriend?
(Now the bells are dinging away)
Me: (laughing) No, I’ve got a dog.
Mr. Fix-it: What’s so funny?
Me: Nothing (still giggling)
Mr. Fix-it: Do you want a boyfriend?
Me: (more laughing) No.
Mr. Fix-it: What’s so funny?
Me: Nothing- just a question that’s been asked lately by other people. Do I have, do I to have, why don’t I have. Anyways, I kinda like being alone.
Mr. Fix-it: You like being alone?
Me: Yep- I can do what I want, when I want. Don’t have to worry about anybody. I’ve gotten used to being alone, and I like it. Not to mention- the dog.
Mr. Fix-it: I can understand that.
Mr. Fix-it hands me the paperwork- gives me the lowdown and all that jazz, and gets ready to head out the door…
Mr. Fix-it: So you really don’t mind if I call you about making the blanket.
Me: Not at all
Mr. Fix-it: Great, and thanks. Sorry again about being late.
(We shake hands)
Me: Not a problem. Thanks for fixing my A/C. It was nice to meet you.
So later on in the evening, I’m chatting up with Ms. M and I recount the Mr. Fix-it encounter. She’s laughing…especially when I got to the efficient/anal part…hoping I’d say anal to gage the reaction. Then with the boyfriend part and my ‘no’ responses, I get a flabbergasted response from her… “What if he’s interested in you or knows someone who you might be good with? And you shot him down?? You should have said ‘maybe’ to the wanting a boyfriend part.” And Hitler called me too- and asked what was wrong w/ my A/C and I tell her what happened. The scary thing…her responses were almost verbatim the same thing Ms. M said to me. They both ended the conversion with “we can’t wait to see if he calls you back about the blanket.”
Maybe I should preface that I’ve never really been hit on. I’m not the ‘pursued’ type of person, and not society’s definition of ‘physical beauty’. I’m a big girl- not the I need to lose 10lbs to fit into a size 6….but maybe if I lose 150lbs I can fit into a 14 or 12 and shop at ‘normal’ stores. So guys- never look at me in any special way…. I don’t blip on their radars- I’m usually the blimp on the radar. There was only one other time when I was ‘possibly’ hit on, but I didn’t take it serious….and that’s another story for another time. So, I’m a little slow when it comes to picking up that sort of attention when it’s directed towards me. It never happens.
Anyways….
So when I got to work, Skank asked me how my night was. I told her and another coworker the story…there was laughter. I was told I needed to go to a Flirting 101 class, and that I was totally mean for shooting the guy down before he even had a chance…. I said “what can I say, I’m good at cock blocking” the other coworker said “yeah, but you cock blocked yourself!!” Skank chimes in “we need a Cock Block Shield 101 class with the Flirting 101.”
So yeah- that was my most bewildering night.
Peace out-
The Cock Blocker
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Famous words- I think I'm going to cry...
Yes, it's going to be another sob story. I can't help it- I'm full of them.
What made me cry this time??? GREASE the musical. Yes, Grease- wanna make something of it??
Grease, and Grease 2 for that matter, are my Number 1 movie at all time... I love the story line of Grease better than Grease 2, but love the cheesy music from Grease 2 better than Grease. I know I'm crazy... especially since Grease 2 is known as one of the worst movies of all times. I used to want to be Stephanie Zanoni, marry Danny Zuko, and be his biker bitch- I wanted the combination of both movies to make my perfect life... I blame Grease 2 for the instantaneous salivation I get when I see a stud on a bike...and that was before it was the 'in' thing.
I digress...
Sophomore year in college, Grease was coming around with Frankie Avalon reprising his role as Teen Angel for Beauty School Drop Out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh My God... How could I not see this??? So Sis, her asshole boyfriend, Tuschka, Tuschka's sister and I gallivanted off into the sunset to watch the play. I was in heaven....seeing my beloved movie live on stage- I knew it was going to be different- and I embraced it. Total bliss. We pause for intermission- I knew Beauty School Drop Out was going to be coming up after the intermission...and I was on pins and needles. We get back to our seats, and the twinkling beginning of BSDO was starting.... my breath caught... all I could think of was 'OMG FRANKIE AVALON IS GOING TO SING BSDO!!!!" I was all worked up and in a frenzy- I felt a little lump in my throat.
Me, whispering- "Tuschka, I think I'm going to cry"
Tuschka- "What? You are a loser- you aren't going to cry"
Me, eyes welling- "my eyes- they are tearing up, and I have a lump in my throat- I really think I'm going to cry."
FRANKIE ON STAGE and starts singing: Your story sad to tell......
Tears flow from my face as it's the Niagara Falls.
Tuschka looks at me, laughs, says I'm an idiot/loser ect.
Sis looks over in my direction and starts a whisper chain of "is she crying? At Frankie Avalon??"
Tuschka whispers back that I am.
Sis gives me the universal loser sign.
The song continues on as do my tears. Again, I was uncontrollable. The song ends, Frankie gets a standing O, the play continues, I stop crying.
Until..................................................
Frankie comes out after the play to sing a couple of his songs. I start to cry again.
Should I reiterate that I was 19 and it was 1998- not Frankie Avalon hay-day time frame or one of his young teenage fans now in their what- 50's??? Also- yes I'm a crier, and I'll never deny it, but I have never cried at a concert or anything like that. And I never understood how little pre-teen and teen girls got all worked up and would pass out at the sight/sound of their boy band love... And here I am, crying of fucking Frankie Avalon.
He sings a couple of tunes (love Venus!! love it), I cry. We go home.
What does Tuschka do Monday at school??? Tells everyone that I cried like a moron because during BSDO, and was teased relentlessly. The rest of our time in college- when there was a mention of Grease (i kept the movie ticket in my wallet thinking that had my school ID, access pass for the dorm and keys) or if the movie was on tv or anything at all... ATTW1 would wipe his eye and say "Oh, L, I think I'm going to cry".... Asshole.... Even now, when I go home and visit everyone- it still gets a good chuckle.
Grease- It's the word....
ROWYCO-
L
What made me cry this time??? GREASE the musical. Yes, Grease- wanna make something of it??
Grease, and Grease 2 for that matter, are my Number 1 movie at all time... I love the story line of Grease better than Grease 2, but love the cheesy music from Grease 2 better than Grease. I know I'm crazy... especially since Grease 2 is known as one of the worst movies of all times. I used to want to be Stephanie Zanoni, marry Danny Zuko, and be his biker bitch- I wanted the combination of both movies to make my perfect life... I blame Grease 2 for the instantaneous salivation I get when I see a stud on a bike...and that was before it was the 'in' thing.
I digress...
Sophomore year in college, Grease was coming around with Frankie Avalon reprising his role as Teen Angel for Beauty School Drop Out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh My God... How could I not see this??? So Sis, her asshole boyfriend, Tuschka, Tuschka's sister and I gallivanted off into the sunset to watch the play. I was in heaven....seeing my beloved movie live on stage- I knew it was going to be different- and I embraced it. Total bliss. We pause for intermission- I knew Beauty School Drop Out was going to be coming up after the intermission...and I was on pins and needles. We get back to our seats, and the twinkling beginning of BSDO was starting.... my breath caught... all I could think of was 'OMG FRANKIE AVALON IS GOING TO SING BSDO!!!!" I was all worked up and in a frenzy- I felt a little lump in my throat.
Me, whispering- "Tuschka, I think I'm going to cry"
Tuschka- "What? You are a loser- you aren't going to cry"
Me, eyes welling- "my eyes- they are tearing up, and I have a lump in my throat- I really think I'm going to cry."
FRANKIE ON STAGE and starts singing: Your story sad to tell......
Tears flow from my face as it's the Niagara Falls.
Tuschka looks at me, laughs, says I'm an idiot/loser ect.
Sis looks over in my direction and starts a whisper chain of "is she crying? At Frankie Avalon??"
Tuschka whispers back that I am.
Sis gives me the universal loser sign.
The song continues on as do my tears. Again, I was uncontrollable. The song ends, Frankie gets a standing O, the play continues, I stop crying.
Until..................................................
Frankie comes out after the play to sing a couple of his songs. I start to cry again.
Should I reiterate that I was 19 and it was 1998- not Frankie Avalon hay-day time frame or one of his young teenage fans now in their what- 50's??? Also- yes I'm a crier, and I'll never deny it, but I have never cried at a concert or anything like that. And I never understood how little pre-teen and teen girls got all worked up and would pass out at the sight/sound of their boy band love... And here I am, crying of fucking Frankie Avalon.
He sings a couple of tunes (love Venus!! love it), I cry. We go home.
What does Tuschka do Monday at school??? Tells everyone that I cried like a moron because during BSDO, and was teased relentlessly. The rest of our time in college- when there was a mention of Grease (i kept the movie ticket in my wallet thinking that had my school ID, access pass for the dorm and keys) or if the movie was on tv or anything at all... ATTW1 would wipe his eye and say "Oh, L, I think I'm going to cry".... Asshole.... Even now, when I go home and visit everyone- it still gets a good chuckle.
Grease- It's the word....
ROWYCO-
L
Friday, September 5, 2008
I'm a PANK!
I'm finely TRENDY....seeing that I'm a PANK and all.
What's a PANK??? Professional Aunt No Kids.....making the uncles PUNKs!!
PANK is the new DINK (double income no kids).
Apparently the world of marketing feels I have money to burn. Yes- I love my nephew and my friends' children (minus a select few)....and I like to buy them things...but I'm not spending millions (or thousands or hundreds-pending on my socio-economic state). I'm cheap- and I like to buy quality- but on sale....a big sale. Everyone wants my money- I'm an untapped resource. Woo hoo- go me!!
I'm going to be a PANK for life (PANK4L- yo)...
I've never been trendy or desired before, I'm going to relish in this for as long as I can...
Rock out with your cock out-
Your
PANK4L
What's a PANK??? Professional Aunt No Kids.....making the uncles PUNKs!!
PANK is the new DINK (double income no kids).
Apparently the world of marketing feels I have money to burn. Yes- I love my nephew and my friends' children (minus a select few)....and I like to buy them things...but I'm not spending millions (or thousands or hundreds-pending on my socio-economic state). I'm cheap- and I like to buy quality- but on sale....a big sale. Everyone wants my money- I'm an untapped resource. Woo hoo- go me!!
I'm going to be a PANK for life (PANK4L- yo)...
I've never been trendy or desired before, I'm going to relish in this for as long as I can...
Rock out with your cock out-
Your
PANK4L
Thirteen Reasons Why
I'm a reader- a big one...in fact I think I read 4 books in the last week alone. Usually brainless girly books. Every once in a while, I need something serious.
Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher.... holy cow. Seriously.
The story: This kid (Clay) who receives an anonymous package with a bunch of tapes from a girl (Hannah) in his class that recently killed herself, each side of the tape points a finger to someone (13 people) who, in some way, lead to her to suicide.
Some of the people she mentions early on start of with typical high school drama...but when it gets to the end of the tapes/books and real drama begins to unfold...and the snowball effects from earlier...it becomes too much. Then she feels her lack of action on 2 life altering events for 2 other individuals makes her partly responsible... Which given the state she currently in too much. But she goes for help- she cries out- and the person that she went to for guidance is really the most disappointing person in her reasons why. It was totally heartbreaking.
Read this book. It's amazing.
Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher.... holy cow. Seriously.
The story: This kid (Clay) who receives an anonymous package with a bunch of tapes from a girl (Hannah) in his class that recently killed herself, each side of the tape points a finger to someone (13 people) who, in some way, lead to her to suicide.
Some of the people she mentions early on start of with typical high school drama...but when it gets to the end of the tapes/books and real drama begins to unfold...and the snowball effects from earlier...it becomes too much. Then she feels her lack of action on 2 life altering events for 2 other individuals makes her partly responsible... Which given the state she currently in too much. But she goes for help- she cries out- and the person that she went to for guidance is really the most disappointing person in her reasons why. It was totally heartbreaking.
Read this book. It's amazing.
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