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I'm Justine. When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story.
I'm constantly broke and struggling to save enough money to fly to Korea to marry my future husband (see below).
This derp is my one true love. But I also love dramas, TV, music, movies, kpop and cooing over my beloved OTPs.
One day I will travel the world and do great things. In the meantime, don't forget to send the naked band boys on 30 December.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I was reading Paper Towns (by John Green) halfway when I encountered a certain part that was too funny not to share:
* I don't own anything in italics.

Ben's voice rose with excitement. "You were with Margo Roth Spiegelman last night? At THREE A.M.?" I nodded. "Alone?" I nodded. "Oh my God, if you hooked up with her, you have to tell me every single thing that happened. You have to write me a term paper on the look and feel of Margo Roth Spiegelman's breasts. Thirty pages, minimum!"

"I want you to do a photo-realistic pencil drawing," Radar said.

"A sculpture would also be acceptable," Ben added.

Radar half raised his hand. I dutifully called on him. "Yes, I was wondering if it would be possible to write a sestina about Margo Roth Spigelman's breasts? Your six words are: pink, round, firmness, succelent, supple and pillowy."

"Personally," Ben said, "I think at least one of the words should be buhbuhbuhbuh."

"I don't think I'm familiar with the word," I said.

"It's the sound my mouth makes when I'm giving a honeybunny the patented Ben Starling Speedboat." At which point Ben mimicked what he would do in the unlikely event that his face ever encountered cleavage.
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