You gave me a forever within the numbered days.

I want to start off by congratulating my gorgeous cousins Jaz and TalPal on graduating high school. You are two of the most beautiful graduates that I have ever laid eyes on. I wish I could have been there to celebrate along with everyone. Cornbean<33

Thank you to those of you who made pancakes this last week for the free breakfast! They were scrumdidlyumptious! Haha but seriously, Jake, the lemon juice and sugar on the pancake was surprisingly good. And Tim, barbecue sauce and ketchup do not belong on a pancake.

Thursday. 11:00 am. Excitement. 

Thursday. 1:20 pm. Sorrow.

I was an emotional wreck, my feelings in turmoil. This movie crushed my soul into the exact oblivion that it taught us not to fear. The casting was spot on. Ansel Elgort portrayed everything I hoped Gus would be and more. Shailene Woodly hit Hazel right on the head with her "I give no shits" demeanour and Nat Wolff was Isaac-perfection with his subtle humour and heart break. 

I know that some of you find it silly how attached to books and their characters that I get. It's a hard concept to explain. Once you read a book, you feel as if you know the characters personally and when those books end, it leaves you sad and a bit angry. There's nothing more you can get out of the book. No matter how many times you re-read them, they'll never be the same as they were the first time. No surprises. No new characters to meet or adventures to go on. Once Hollywood grabbed hold of the concept of creating movies out of books, these feelings are now being applied to the movie adaptations of books. When the movie ends, there REALLY is nothing unknown left. 

This long lament is just me trying to justify why I was sobbing at the end of this movie. I know not everybody is a reader, but you have to understand, that to someone who is, you feel as if you know the characters in the book. Now, I will admit, I'm not the most emotionally stable person, and not everyone has to run to the bathroom at the end of a movie to compose herself from her silent sobs...but I guess that's something I'll have to learn to live with.

If you have the opportunity, I would highly recommend reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. John has a brilliant mind and writes about concepts so out of the element of YA fiction. These concepts and the vocabulary that he uses in his novels are so above and beyond what most young adult readers can comprehend. At first, his novels may seem like love stories, but you have to dig deeper to discover what John is really trying to convey, and once you do...it's as if you've planted a seed in your brain ready to bloom.