Nobody Does It Better by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Nothing Can Keep Us Together by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Only in Your Dreams by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Would I Lie to You by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Don't You Forget About Me by Cecily Von Ziegesar
The Carlyles by Cecily Von Ziegesar
You Just Can't Get Enough of Me by Annabelle Vestry and Cecily Von Ziegesar
IT Girl by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Unforgettable by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Notorious by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Reckless by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Airhead by Meg Cabot
Lucky by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Tempted by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Take a Chance on Me by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Infamous by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Love the One You're With by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Adored by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Devious by Cecily Von Ziegesar
If I Should Die Before I Wake by Hans Nolan
Keys to the Repository by Melissa de la Cruz
I Will Always Love You by Cecily Von Ziegesar
It Had to Be You by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Classic by Cecily Von Ziegesar
Heist Society by Ally Carter
Escape: Children of the Holocaust by Allan Zullo
That Secret Year by Jennifer R, Hubbard
Letters From Rifka by Karen Hesse
Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
Night by Elie Wiesel
The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
The Year I Turned 16 by Diane Schwemm
The Luxe by Anna Godbersen
Cut by Patricia McCormick
The Book Thief by Mark Zusak
I Like Him, He Likes Her by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
It's Not Like I Planned It This Way by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
The Lost Heroes by Rick Riordan
Misguided Angel by Melissa de la Cruz
Beautiful by Amy Lynn Reed
After by Amy Efaw
Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
The Lying Game by Sara Shepard
Matched by Ally Condie
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
28 Reasons Why
1. You disapprove of my celebrity fangirling of Matt Damon, and others like him.
2. "Oh my God, you've never said that before. Think of something else."
3. Burlington Mall. The biggest one we went, and you brought a bag of quarters. No, just no.
4. You dislike the equation.
5. You like honors biology.
6. You eat all my food.
7. You think I look better with short hair.
8. I am not perverted, you're naiive, and I'm...a little perverted. Fine.
9. "It looks like I'm taking a picture, but I'm actually looking at Eric."
10. You ship me with Jack.
11. I commented on your status so you could re-get my number, and Jack got it.
12. (Your soulmate is Spencer, and you guys had a thing in first grade. Don't deny it.)
13. I'm eye candy in a sugar free world, and you get sick after eating candy.
14. Goddamnit, you have to go over the strand of hair more than once for it to be straight.
15. Your mom...going hard...on the bathroom floor...last night.
16. "I'm going to be responsible for your suicide, aren't I." "No, Bianca, you're going to be responsible for my homicide."
17. I want credit for your last few questions on the history exam.
18. The Nazi car.
19. Because I keep looking at you to say, "I see one jackass."
20. Johnny likes me more, bitch.
21. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It's not funny."
22. wht u dnt lyk it vhen i tipe lyk zis?..,......;?
23. I will crash your first five weddings.
24. One of these days, you'll go hard and fast....geddit?
25. "Want to blow something? Blow yourself."
26. You said deuce in gym, and didn't know what it meant.
27. "I'd tap that twice...in the same night...with the lights-" "Okay Bianca, I get it." I can't finish my sentences.
28. "Choclantic ocean. No."
Ohmigod, we are so weird. *laughs*
2. "Oh my God, you've never said that before. Think of something else."
3. Burlington Mall. The biggest one we went, and you brought a bag of quarters. No, just no.
4. You dislike the equation.
5. You like honors biology.
6. You eat all my food.
7. You think I look better with short hair.
8. I am not perverted, you're naiive, and I'm...a little perverted. Fine.
9. "It looks like I'm taking a picture, but I'm actually looking at Eric."
10. You ship me with Jack.
11. I commented on your status so you could re-get my number, and Jack got it.
12. (Your soulmate is Spencer, and you guys had a thing in first grade. Don't deny it.)
13. I'm eye candy in a sugar free world, and you get sick after eating candy.
14. Goddamnit, you have to go over the strand of hair more than once for it to be straight.
15. Your mom...going hard...on the bathroom floor...last night.
16. "I'm going to be responsible for your suicide, aren't I." "No, Bianca, you're going to be responsible for my homicide."
17. I want credit for your last few questions on the history exam.
18. The Nazi car.
19. Because I keep looking at you to say, "I see one jackass."
20. Johnny likes me more, bitch.
21. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It's not funny."
22. wht u dnt lyk it vhen i tipe lyk zis?..,......;?
23. I will crash your first five weddings.
24. One of these days, you'll go hard and fast....geddit?
25. "Want to blow something? Blow yourself."
26. You said deuce in gym, and didn't know what it meant.
27. "I'd tap that twice...in the same night...with the lights-" "Okay Bianca, I get it." I can't finish my sentences.
28. "Choclantic ocean. No."
Ohmigod, we are so weird. *laughs*
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Another Season Went
It ain't Christmas without you.
There's no happy Near Year without you.
Is 2011 supposed to be a better year? Is this the year we used to talk about? Aren't free now; didn't we used to that we were trapped? I see you, I watch you walk and fly about.
Me? I'm bound in chains, and you took the keys four months ago. I see you taunt me with them everyday. I see you smile, I hate you as much as I love. But I don't hate you at all, and I love you far too much.
(I'm like dirt to you, but don't worry, I'm used to that feeling. You'd just never know because you've never known the real me. No one has. She just lives in the cage all alone, much like the me that's chained together. But now they have similarities of loneliness.)
I'll win this demented game, and maybe then I'll say I'm sorry, and the whole world will hear.
Or maybe in a miracle, you'll say it first.
(Or we could go down a road that diverged in two parts, and each take a different one, and never see each other again.)
There's no happy Near Year without you.
Is 2011 supposed to be a better year? Is this the year we used to talk about? Aren't free now; didn't we used to that we were trapped? I see you, I watch you walk and fly about.
Me? I'm bound in chains, and you took the keys four months ago. I see you taunt me with them everyday. I see you smile, I hate you as much as I love. But I don't hate you at all, and I love you far too much.
(I'm like dirt to you, but don't worry, I'm used to that feeling. You'd just never know because you've never known the real me. No one has. She just lives in the cage all alone, much like the me that's chained together. But now they have similarities of loneliness.)
I'll win this demented game, and maybe then I'll say I'm sorry, and the whole world will hear.
Or maybe in a miracle, you'll say it first.
(Or we could go down a road that diverged in two parts, and each take a different one, and never see each other again.)
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The Hiding Places
I don't want to hide anymore.
I don't want to hide my face behind side bangs, but I can't stand to see it in full view. I don't want to hide behind eyeliner and eyeshadow, but I can't look in the mirror without it on. I don't want to hide behind loose fitting shirts, but I have too because I'm not twelve any more. I don't want to hide the hate behind sarcasm so everyone laughs, but I have too because I am nothing without my security blanket. I don't want to hide behind the quietness, but I don't have many friends to confide in anymore.
I don't want to hide the memories in a foreign section of my brain, but I need to so I don't breakdown. I don't want to hide the sorrow and the regret, but I have to pretend that I'm mad so no one knows how desperate I have become. I don't want to hide from the losses because then I'll have to admit I have nothing left. I don't want to hide from myself, but I actually do because I already hate myself anyway.
I don't want to hide my face behind side bangs, but I can't stand to see it in full view. I don't want to hide behind eyeliner and eyeshadow, but I can't look in the mirror without it on. I don't want to hide behind loose fitting shirts, but I have too because I'm not twelve any more. I don't want to hide the hate behind sarcasm so everyone laughs, but I have too because I am nothing without my security blanket. I don't want to hide behind the quietness, but I don't have many friends to confide in anymore.
I don't want to hide the memories in a foreign section of my brain, but I need to so I don't breakdown. I don't want to hide the sorrow and the regret, but I have to pretend that I'm mad so no one knows how desperate I have become. I don't want to hide from the losses because then I'll have to admit I have nothing left. I don't want to hide from myself, but I actually do because I already hate myself anyway.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Time You Thief
It's empty this gym. The bleachers are pushed in for the basketball practice that will take place later in the evening. The walls are decorated with various sports achievements that have been won since the school was created.
The decorations are missing. Where are the white lights and tinsel and Christmas trees? It's the week the annual semiformal should be held.
Oh right. That tradition is over. This is the wrong place.
It's like a still video replaying in your head.
Click click. Your high heels make the sound. They're your sister's shoes from graduation. Those wonderful black high heels that made you feet feel pretty.
And you have fifteen minutes to get on the dress and the make up, but your hair is still being curled by your mom.
Finally, you put on a dash of that on your eyelids and maybe a little too much of that on your lips.
But it doesn't matter when you put on the dress that took you so long to find. It's short like the dresses that are in style, and you kind of want to twirl around in it because it's the kind of dress that would flow. The silver sequins add good contrast to the deep navy blue that it is.
Although navy blue isn't really your color, you're glad you went with color because from experience you know just how many girls are wearing black ones.
And you jump into your crowd and everyone fangirls just how hot everyone looks.
The gym has it's dazzling Christmas lights and DJ. It's crowded with estatic people from those for schools. Most of them you don't know, but they are in your territory tonight. This is your night.
You dance along to the fast pace jams, and dance with boys on the slow songs. (though, remember you had to leave enough room for the Holy Ghost). Not once do you not smile, even though you're plagued with braces.
An unforgettable night that you'd never take back. It's locked away in a vault of precious memories that time would wish it could steal.
And it almost does when you're standing in this new gym.
And though you have lost most of what made those memories so great, you still remember.
Then you smile but the gym is empty and your heart heavy.
The decorations are missing. Where are the white lights and tinsel and Christmas trees? It's the week the annual semiformal should be held.
Oh right. That tradition is over. This is the wrong place.
It's like a still video replaying in your head.
Click click. Your high heels make the sound. They're your sister's shoes from graduation. Those wonderful black high heels that made you feet feel pretty.
And you have fifteen minutes to get on the dress and the make up, but your hair is still being curled by your mom.
Finally, you put on a dash of that on your eyelids and maybe a little too much of that on your lips.
But it doesn't matter when you put on the dress that took you so long to find. It's short like the dresses that are in style, and you kind of want to twirl around in it because it's the kind of dress that would flow. The silver sequins add good contrast to the deep navy blue that it is.
Although navy blue isn't really your color, you're glad you went with color because from experience you know just how many girls are wearing black ones.
And you jump into your crowd and everyone fangirls just how hot everyone looks.
The gym has it's dazzling Christmas lights and DJ. It's crowded with estatic people from those for schools. Most of them you don't know, but they are in your territory tonight. This is your night.
You dance along to the fast pace jams, and dance with boys on the slow songs. (though, remember you had to leave enough room for the Holy Ghost). Not once do you not smile, even though you're plagued with braces.
An unforgettable night that you'd never take back. It's locked away in a vault of precious memories that time would wish it could steal.
And it almost does when you're standing in this new gym.
And though you have lost most of what made those memories so great, you still remember.
Then you smile but the gym is empty and your heart heavy.
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