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Babysitters' Winter Vacation, pt. 3 [Jun. 19th, 2014|02:50 am]
Baby-sitters Club Snark-fest!


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The stupid is about to be kicked up a notch or three.  Get ready for every older-guy crush in the rest of the series to suddenly not other you anymore.

Prologue through Chapter OH GOD NO MORE
Chapters 5 through Chapter Whine

Just to err on the side of caution, trigger warning for chapter 13.  It's Claudia being stupid, and everything is innocent in the end, but her belief give the chapter a bad feeling (Chris Hansen makes an appearance in a gif) that I think should get a trigger warning.  I'm typing this paragraph after finishing, and really need to open a beer and read something else so I don't have nightmares, so that means trigger warning for you.

And just a reminder, stuff like this are exact quotes from the book.

Wok zees way

Chapter 9

Mallory is, as usual, the one who acts closes to her chronological age.  Horror of horrors, Friday night there will be a dance for all the schools, because that's just what you need when you've got three middle schools and an elementary school class, especially with all those unsupervised bedrooms.

Also I think Mal might be lesbian.  She said she's Not in the Game of Boys.

You go, Mal.  Go become that gorgeous swan who bags a babe like Portia de Rossi.

Poor Mal is actually pretty scared.  She's never been confident around boys, and it's not like there's a way of opting out of this dance.

Do you care to hear about breakfast and Jessi whining bout how any time in the snow may result in frostbite and her dancing career (what career?) would be over?  No?  Because I love you all, I'll spare you.

Kristy decides to literally stand on a chair and scream bloody murder for attention just to tell people to remember the snow sculpture contest.  Barely anyone replied.

And then Jessi does the same thing to tell everyone about talent show auditions.

If I didn't want to get Claudia's next chapter up, I would be drinking shots right now.  I have a new, unopened bottle of butterscotch schnapps.

Mal says something that makes me snicker.  After informing us that Mary Anne was moping, she says
Stacey seemed to be in an awful rush to get somewhere. Where? I wondered.

Uh, she's taking advantage of temporarily being 17 and having sex.  Seriously, this is about all we're going to see of Stacey until Chapter 22.  She's pretty much hiding with her new crush doing stuff....

Mal decides to play
Harriet the Spy again, only because she wants to be a writer one day, and she only wants to write the truth.  She noted that Mary Anne is a basket case.  She peeked over MA's shoulder into the notebook she was writing in and saw Mary Anne and Logan. Mary Anne Bruno. Mrs. L. Bruno. Logan Spier (hmm . . .) Mary Anne Spier-Bruno. XXX, OOO. Logan, my love, my one and only love.

This made me chuckle:

From what I can see of her notes, this lodge is haunted! I never knew that before. But maybe that explains the white thing I saw in the corner of our dorm last night. Then again, it might just have been Stacey’s bathrobe, hanging on a hook.

Mal lampshades the stupidity.  MA believes in the ghost bull.  Mal shrugs it off.

Oh god, Mal, why did you go from cool to stupid?

The cook is sprinkling something into a vat of soup. The stuff is coming from a jar that’s not labeled. I think it is poison. And now he’s picking up a huge knife. Oh, no. The cook is crazy. He may be trying to kill us all!

We all wish.

Mal finds Ms. Halliday crying and concludes she
suffering from unrequited love. She has a crush on the vice-principal, but he isn’t interested in her. I'm suffering from a migraine.

She also finds Stacey and her boytoy kissing.  Yeah, I bet that's not all they were up to.

Boy, was my journal ever juicy. I would have to find a better hiding place for it than under my mattress. At home, too. If my little brothers or sisters ever found this, they would read things that are far too mature for them.

I'm not even commenting on that.

Chapter 10

I feel bad for Dawn in this chapter.  This is rare, and with the Dave Destroys the Planet snark going on, it's a bit of whiplash.

Dawn can't get out of participating in the contests Kristy was putting on.  The penalty is dess or something.

During the speed-skating, Dawn falls and does the worst, which is pretty embarrassing for a kid when everyone else did fine.  Some seventh-graders laugh like hell at her.

During the relay (consisting of carrying a baton from point A to point B and back to A, and handing it to the next person, with the teams that goes back and forth the most in ten minutes winning the point), Dawn drops it because her mittens are too puffy for her to get a good hold, and then she falls on the ice, and lost a lot of time.  As you can imagine, her team wasn't happy with her.

For the third event, an obstacle course, she is sidelined altogether.  Her team ends up losing, partly because of how bad she did in the relay, and yes, other kids make it well-known to her what they thought.  Poor girl tries justifying it to herself by telling herself anyone could have fallen, and the thing is, she's right.  What happened to her could have happened to many people.

She decides to go to the practice for the snowball fight instead of hide.  (I'm pretty good at skating and have three pairs of my own and will be heading to the rink later today.  No point in saying this, aside from my own annoyance at needing to go have my blades sharpened.)

Alan Gray, in a genuine dick-move, pelts her in the face with a snowball and started laughing at her, which gets a bunch of other kids to do the same.  That's all she can take, so she leaves the fight and decides to go do a couple runs down the mountain, since she's a decent skier, to clear my head and drive away some of the anger I could feel building up.

Reasonable.  I like this Dawn and hope the aliens keep the original Dawn we saw earlier.  Good Dawn, you may stay.

Ouch.  To add insult to injury, she falls trying to get on the lift.  I did that before.  My then-boyfriend was a major jerk about it.  I wish he'd crashed into a tree.

Usually I don’t care what anyone says or thinks about me, but one too many people had laughed at me that morning.

This is me.  I usually don't care, but I would have had enough by that point too.

Dawn huffs back into the lodge to find Mary Anne.  She clearly needs to let off steam, found Mary Anne, and started spilling it.

After Dawn finished, sensitive, caring Mary Anne asked,
“Do you have any idea how far Aruba is from Hooksett Crossing?”

That's pretty cold.  Dawn thinks so too and snaps at Mary Anne that she rarely spills her heart, and when she does, all Mary Anne can do is whine about Logan, and has MA thought of anything else?

Mary Anne lets loose in her own stupid way by trying to say yeah, she's done this...sort of...and that...kinda.  This leads to them firing each other as bunkies (bunkie politics since there are no lunch tables), and Dawn deciding their friendship is over.  In the heat of the moment, I can understand this.  Dawn's had a horrid day that we can all agree has been a truly terrible one, and Mary Anne just doesn't care.

Chapter 11

Ooh, I am so mad at Dawn Schafer. Logan, you should have heard her this morning. I don’t know what got into her. She had a bad day and she took it out on me. Not only is that unlike Dawn, but it wasn’t fair. If she wants something, she should get a dog. Or a parrot, so it could talk back to her. Well, maybe that’s not fair, either. Maybe I should have listened to her. I’m her best friend, after all. On the other hand, I was having problems of my own.

Blah blah bullshit, Mary Anne.  She tried talking to you, and instead of commiserating and being a friend, you went off and ignored her.  And all YOUR problems revolve around your codependency and lack of trust in your boyfriend.  So SHUT UP.

Let's see.  She spends a paragraph insulting an old woman's ear lobes.  I'm not making this up, Folks.  You can read it yourself, and by the comments, it sounds like several of you are planning to read this book to see if it's really as bad as I say.  It's worse.

She hunts down that poor woman to badger her about the ghost that even stupid Mal brushed off.

Then she finds the cook, Curtis.
Curtis looked up and smiled. He is missing a tooth, which is something I just can’t stand. I mean, in adults. I am a firm believer in dentures.


Mary Anne is such a BITCH in this book!!

Curtis says nothing about the ghost.  So Mary Anne leaves to find someone else, Teensy.

Despite her age, Teensy was wearing blue jean overalls, a plaid shirt, and a paint-spattered baseball cap.

Despite her age?  I can't even.  What can I say?

All I could get out of here was, “No such things as ghosts.” (Actually, she said, “No setch things as ghosts.”)

I really don't know what else to say.

At least she doesn't insult Mr. George, though he tells her the story of a man who died there who supposedly haunts the place, but that he thinks people's imaginations run away with them.  By the end of it, she's busy imagining Logan and that gorgeous girl doing all sorts of island things together – snorkeling, waterskiing, tanning . . . kissing.

I think it's clear that "kissing" is the way those girls say "boning."

This is when the above Dawn scene happens.  As she sees it, Dawn picked a fight with her (I side with Dawn), and whines that Dawn accused [her] of being insensitive (because it's the truth), and then says,
What a baby. Why did I ever think she was one of my best friends?

So she huffs off and slumps in another chair while feeling sorry for herself.  Someone sits in another seat, and ever-sensitive Mary Anne keeps willing the other person to GTFO.  Turns out to be Ms. Halliday.  Rather than saying anything to the woman Mary Anne describes as looking very sad, she tries to sneak out.  Ms. Halliday tells her she doesn't have to go.  Sweet teacher, despite her own sadness, notices Mary Anne's sadness.  Ms. Halliday is missing her fiancé, which, in my opinion, trumps missing your little boyfriend who you've known, what, a couple months?  If we look at it chronologically.

Ms. Halliday point blank tells her the only reason she pushed Mary Anne so hard is that she wants her to try her hardest.  All Mary Anne gets out of this is that she feels better about her fight with Dawn.

Thank the dieties of your choice that this chapter is OVER.

Chapter 12

Kristy whines about how Dawn lost the contest.  D
arn old Dawn was being a total klutz. I didn’t know she was such a klutz. If I had known, I wouldn’t have encouraged her to enter the contests. And I was certainly going to quit asking Mary Anne to participate. We did not need another klutz. I know that sounds mean but, well, I wanted to win. I was the team captain and I like winning, okay? What’s wrong with that?

How about you'd prefer to make a middle-school good-natured event about winning instead of spending time with your friends?  And when will you idiots ever learn that forcing people, excuse me, "encouraging people," to do what they really don't want to do is a bad, bad idea?

There's a recap again of some of the sporting stuff.  There were planned prize for the older kids later, but what about the younger children now?  Claudia, in her only smart moment, improvises, grabs her Polaroid camera, takes pics of the kids with their snowmen, and posts them in the common room so the kids can feel proud to have something to show off.

Time for the big kids' contest.

I was working with Dawn and Stacey on a giant teddy bear. (Dawn was barely speaking to me.) Not far away Jessi and Mal were working on something that I couldn’t identify. Good. They were on the other team. I hoped Claud wouldn’t be able to identify it, either.

Because that pizza certificate the winning team gets is so important that you need to ill-wish your friends.

None of the BSC's crappy sculptures won.  A couple throw-away characters on the red team (Kristy is on the blue) won.  Of course Kristy took this loss in stride.

Oh, brother. I should have known better than to agree to let Claud judge the contest. Of course she’d chosen a sculpture by Red Team members.

I couldn’t help giving Claud a dirty look

See?  Oh, wait, I lost my mind from all the stupidness for a moment.  How dare the judge be honest in her assessments!

The next contest is a few days away, and it's skiing, which Claud is good at.  The ever-good friend, Kristy tries pressuring Claudia, who is tired, into practicing.

“I suppose you think you’re so good you don’t need to practice.”

“That is not true!” exclaimed Claud. “I may be good, but I’m not stuck-up.”

“Are you calling me stuck-up?”


She totally is, Pisty.  So shut her up. Claud goes, and since she's the best student on the slopes, Pisty smack-talks her.  The best friends you'll ever have, my lily ass.

Chapter 13

Read and weep.

Winsday afternoon

I will never juge anything again - unless I’m juding totle strangers. The snow sculpture contest was awful all afternoon. Kristy tryed to be really nice to me. I know she whanted me to choose her teddy bear as the winning sculpture but it was just too cute for words. As juge I no better then to look for cute. I was looking for a well planed, well done, not cute peice of work. The cheshur cat fit the bill. It was realistic and just a little bite mean looking. Ashley is made at me too.

And then a couple missing hyphens.

The stupid is going to be so strong I went and made myself a caprese salad

I come bearing proof. Nice and big so you can see this screen in the background.

I'm going to need that salad so I can chew instead of scream loud enough to scare China.

So off Claud goes to an advanced ski lesson, and here's where it all goes downhill for her, figuratively and literally.

The ski instructor is cute and speaks with an accent.  A French accent.  You know vot zees means.

“Hello,” he greeted us. All I students were awe-struck, particularly the girls. “My name eez Guy.” (He pronounced his name so that it rhymed with “ski.”) “I am your eenstroctor. I trost zat you are very goode skiers.”

I think there's a beer in the fridge.

I love how no one is juging me.  See what I did there?

Guy smiled, showing a row of perfectly straight, sparkly white teeth. “Excellent. Zen let us get on wiss sings.”

Sings? Oh, things.

I may need a second bottle.

He looked about twenty-five. Well, maybe that didn’t matter. I could fall in love with an older man . . . couldn’t I? It happens all the time. I mean, to other people.

Join the fun!

Guy nodded and smiled. “I understand. Now. Let me see what you can do.”

I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I wanted to do my best for Guy.

That's what she...  Yeah, not even going there.

So down I went. I concentrated very hard.


I tried to remember everything I’d been taught. When I reached the bottom, I knew I’d performed well. I returned to Guy, feeling pretty pleased. But when I saw the expression on his face, my pleasure turned to joy.

That is verbatim.  VERBATIM!!!!!

I took nothing out.  Dig out your "educational" copy and go to the bottom of page 66 and see.  For.  Yourself!

“Thanks – thanks, Guy,” I said breathlessly.

Guy smiled. And then . . . he put his hand on my arm.

Kristy sticks her tongue out at Claudia, but Guy distracts her by touching her arm again. Claudia is much too mature to do a thing like that (sticking her tongue out) when a handsome older man has his arms around me.

She starts another run, and Kristy is close behind.  Claudia tells us she doesn't like that someone is so close o the trails.

I thought that over and changed my mind when I realized that Guy could have been skiing two inches from me and I would have been delighted. But Kristy was several feet away and that was too close.

Two.  Inches.  TWO INCHES.  On the slopes, that means you're crashing and will be on top of each other. I wasn't kidding when I told you that what goes on here makes you forget every other crush in the entire series, and makes Stacey's crush on Wes look like nothing at all.

Somehow Guy is at the bottom when they get there, and he takes Claudia's mittened hands in his, and gives her a pep talk.

Woah, buddy, you need to stop touching kids.  He gave her a pep talk on concentration so she won't be deestracted on zee trail.

“Okay,” I said. At least, I think I said it. I was looking into Guy’s eyes, which were sparkly and bright. Then I looked at his lips and couldn’t help imagining myself kissing them. I’m not sure whether any sound came from my own lips.

Then he pats her shoulder.

I...don't even know.

So down she goes again.  Down the MOUNTAIN.  Let's try to clean it back up here.  Kristy skied too close again, but all I could think of was pleasing Guy. How very Ana.

I'm going to be attending a protest of the premier.

Aw, how sad that she needs to get back to the kids she's supposed to be watching.

So I said a sad goodbye to Guy and got ready for one last run.

“I weel see you tomorrow, no?” said Guy. “Anozzer lesson for my star pupeel?”

No? Yes! Yes, of course he would see me. I would do anything Guy wanted.

If it makes you feel better to know now, no, this guy isn't actually a pervert.  He's French, and in France, people get more touchy without it meaning anything.  However, these actions aren't appropriate in a kids' book where  girl is crushing about a man old enough to have been her own babysitter, and when she's daydreaming about kissing him when his hand is on her arm.  INAPPROPRIATE.

Let's make it worse.  She thinks about the guy shemet at Camp Mohawk who she still exchanges letters with.  She still felt a funny thrill in my stomach every time I saw his return address on a letter. But that feeling was nothing compared to what I felt for Guy.

You know that funny feeling, right?  That tickle way down that you don't have words for at 13, but later finds out is basically arousal because your newly-released hormones are acting up?  Guys, she's turned on by her ski instructor, more than the boy her own age.

When I returned to the lodge, I couldn’t help it: I raced up to our dorm, found Stacey, pulled her into a corner, and said (not very quietly), “My ski instructor has a crush on me. His name is Guy, he’s adorable, and he talks with an accent!”

“Oh, wow!” cried Stacey.

“Oh, wow!” cried Dawn. Then she added, “Sorry, I couldn’t help overhearing.”

“That’s okay,” I replied.

By dinnertime, all the BSC members, plus a few other friends, knew about Guy and me.

I didn’t mind. I was proud of it.

This is the end of the chapter, verbatim, and she is proud to think an adult has a crush on her, and no one has told her WHOA WTF RED FLAG RED FLAG!  Nope, this is all cool and awesome and isn't she lucky.

I told you I was NOT kidding about how bad this is.  To tell the truth, I'm slightly nauseated, and it's not from caprese and beer.  I need to actually open this bottle of beer now and go read Karen's Worst Day.

[User Picture]From: bellapalmera
2014-06-19 12:30 pm (UTC)
That beer looks delicious, I must find one. (I'm a sucker for an IPA, the bitterer, the better!)

I think this is one of my less frequently read BSC books so I am DYING at the Claudia/Guy stuff. That is just I don't even.

We have several copies of that "stress reduction kit" printed out and laminated at work, haha.
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[User Picture]From: maryannespen
2014-06-19 07:28 pm (UTC)
Okay...first off...Fifty Shades of Grey is being released on VALENTINES DAY? I...I think I just had a brain aneursym here guys. (And no, I'm not anti-smut. I've written it and now I'm selling my smut stories, so yeah, definitely pro-smut. I am anti controlling/manipulating/creepy stalker behavior is romantic bullshit. Also, anti "I'm not comfortable doing S&M but I will keep doing it so the man who shows no love towards me will love me".) Ugh, just thinking about that book makes me want to take a shower.

Also, the Mary Anne chapter makes me want to point out that I use her name and likeness as my online pseud because we share a name and I had short, brown hair hair at 13. THE SIMILIARITIES END THERE. Well, okay, I do love kittens. And I cry easy over stupid shit. But that's it, I swear!

I love Mallory, right up until she thinks the cook is going to posion the soup. Um...wtf? And why does it take 80 books for the "I want to write the truth" thing to bite her in the ass? REALLY? And seriously, I've wanted to write books since I knew books were written by people (no, I don't know who I thought wrote books before I realized it was people) and I never walked around doing the Harriet The Spy thing.

Honestly, I feel bad for Dawn in that chapter. Other than riding horses, I am the least atheletic person on the planet. And in school, I used to take shit for it ala Mallory in "Mallory Hates Boys and Gym". Because winning a gym class game of basketball is going to determine the future of the planet, you guys!!!! /rage

And.....Mary Anne is way too invested in this relationship with Logan. I think my parents would've been tempted to ship me off to a convent if I was acting like that with a boy at 13. Or, you know, my mother would go about her normal parenting smile, whap me upside the head and go "get a fucking life!" My Mom rocks. XD And I worry she thinks that she's somehow in the right when she was a total selfish jerk to Dawn. Part of friendship is listening to your friends whine about things that you don't care about at the moment and then giving them a hug and trying to make them feel better. Not that Dawn ever does that for Mary Anne.

Kristy is a self important twat. That is all.

And Claudia...where is that "NOPE NOPE NOPE" octopus gif when I need it? SERIOUSLY? You think a 25 year old (or older) guy macking on you is NORMAL and something to BRAG ABOUT? Did these girls not get the "how to avoid a child molestor" talk? Shit, I know a video of Winnie the Pooh and Tigger my mother found helpful, and it should be at about the level Claudia is able to grasp. I just...damn....I need to take a shower after that.

I've been putting off bathing my Min Pin all week....now I feel the need to cover myself with Dawn. (De-fleaing groomer trick that's safer than flea shampoo: Cover your dog in Dawn, let sit for ten minutes, rinse the ever loving fuck out of it because it will NOT want to come off. Smothers the fleas and eats the shells off the eggs.)
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[User Picture]From: beserkerjewel
2014-06-19 07:49 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: maryannespen
2014-06-20 01:00 am (UTC)

(get it?)
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[User Picture]From: beserkerjewel
2014-06-20 01:16 am (UTC)
No problem. :P

(Got it :P)
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-19 08:43 pm (UTC)
FS is abuse masquerading as BDSM in a setting that is very realistic, and these books have been sold as sex guides. That's very problematic.

Guy genuinely isn't macking on her (cultural difference that was put in clearly to make her think she was), but that's not the point. She thinks he is, and is excited about it!! W. T. F.

"now I feel the need to cover myself with Dawn."

I read that as something very different than you meant, considering I was thinking of BSC characters. Pass the brain-bleach! Also I'll be using Dawn dish soap on my dogs for their next baths. The fleas here are horrid, and even Advantage isn't helping much.
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[User Picture]From: maryannespen
2014-06-20 12:58 am (UTC)
I couldn't agree more about FS!

Oh, I know that, but I find it disturbing that Claudia believes he is and it doesn't send up any red flags for her. The girl has NO common sense!

LOL! Yeah, the other Dawn....I'd rather not., thanks. And I know, it's been terrible. My vet told me they've used so much Frontline over the last decade a new race of bigger, more resistant fleas have sprouted up and they don't know how to get rid of htem yet. Yay. *headdesk* At least the Dawn works....though now the whole house smells like it. lol
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-20 07:38 am (UTC)
Kills 99.9% of fleas! Leaving behind the strongest .1%. This is how we got superbacteria.
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[User Picture]From: maryannespen
2014-06-21 01:58 am (UTC)
And now we have superfleas!
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[User Picture]From: beserkerjewel
2014-06-19 08:05 pm (UTC)
Seriously, Claudia's chapter is one long string of excuses opportunities to say "that's what she said". Oh, and it's also creepy as hell.

Never thought I'd say this, but poor Dawn. I hate how seriously elementary and/or middle school kids take sports. It's pretty much the reason that I developed a seething hatred of volleyball. Every time I missed the ball, I would have a bunch of kids shouting in my face about how stupid I was, and it pretty much ruined any excitement that I could've had for volleyball. And MA's outright assholery makes it worse.
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-19 08:30 pm (UTC)
It's like Mary Anne and Dawn traded personalities for this chapter!
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[User Picture]From: beserkerjewel
2014-06-19 11:51 pm (UTC)
Totally! It's like they fell right into an alternate universe or something. :P
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-20 12:30 am (UTC)
And Stacey's crush is the appropriate one while Claudia dreaming of being pedo-bait. Kristy, Mal, and Jessi, are still themselves, almost to a caricaturish degree.
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[User Picture]From: beserkerjewel
2014-06-20 01:15 am (UTC)
Yep! It's shocking, isn't it?
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[User Picture]From: Jenny Mingus
2014-06-19 09:37 pm (UTC)
No wonder everyone refers to Mary Anne as a passive-aggressive crybaby in the fandom.
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[User Picture]From: cassandraclue
2014-06-20 12:16 am (UTC)
I think one of the winners of the sculpture contest is Troy Parker from M25 who is the MIDDLE SCHOOL VANDAL. I think he also sells Abby a math test cheating thing in Lucky Thirteen. Obviously it was all downhill for him after his snow-sculpture victory.

Edited at 2014-06-20 12:18 am (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-20 12:31 am (UTC)
Troy Parker and Amelia White. :)
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[User Picture]From: road_baby
2014-06-20 12:50 am (UTC)
Mal drove me crazy with how she said she was only gonna write the truth and started making up crazy stories. It's just so dumb.

Ugh. I hated Kristy in this book. It just goes to show that she cares way more about herself and her precious ego than her friends. I hope she gets carried off by a yeti. Also love the new name of 'Pisty'.

Then I looked at his lips and couldn’t help imagining myself kissing them

I'm glad no one could see the face I made. I'm sure I grimaced hard enough to nearly drop my mouth off my face. I don't even get that gross-faced cleaning up my cat's poop.

I'm going to be attending a protest of the premier

Are you really? That's awesome!
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-20 07:37 am (UTC)
Mary Anne's just as bad as Kristy. Kristy at least wants a team to win. MA's just self-centered.

Yup! If I'm stuck living right were much of the first book happened (people around here had a game where we try to guess where the hell different stills are supposed to be since nothing that's shown looks like anything around here), may as well join one of the protests. People here hate the books so much that even fundraising committees I'm involved with are trying to make sure there's no way we can be associated with FS just for being in this town. I don't think ELJ's ever even been here.
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[User Picture]From: road_baby
2014-06-20 07:49 am (UTC)
You're my new hero.
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-21 07:26 am (UTC)
For protesting? Trufax: I've been sued for defending innocent people. There's this thing called FREE SPEACH, and because telling the truth isn't slander or defamation. Kind of hard to defame a felon who spent several years in a federal pen for arms trafficking by calling him a felon who spent several years in a federal pen for arms trafficking. I advocated on behalf of his youngest victim. I can't give specifics since this case in actually ongoing. Can you tell how worried I am about losing? Not at all, and bullying tactics won't get me to shut up about what's right. A lot of people don't like me because of this, but, just like when it comes to the people who criticize me for setting rules and rewards and punishments for my child, I couldn't care less.
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From: (Anonymous)
2014-06-20 08:46 pm (UTC)
Yeah, FS and Twilight...stop ruining my state! Can you point us toward some more information about the protest and fundraising?

(I live in the greater Seattle area)

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[User Picture]From: shatisarockgod
2014-06-20 02:15 am (UTC)
I hate sports to begin with so you know that doesn't really add up well for PE classes. Majority of it was on me. Some of it was also on the people that act like the kids that gave Dawn hell for what happened at the relay. Some people aren't athletic, some don't care, and sometimes screw ups happen and yet people still act like they have a stick up their ass.

Whoa, and Mary Anne didn't cry when Dawn fired back at her? Color me surprised...

And since these are kids books, I really have to wonder who thought it was such a great idea to have so many of the sitters having crushes on guys that are way too old for them. I can see a 13 year old maybe having the hots for a 15 or 16 year old. Or an 11 year old having a crush on a 13 or 14 year old. But 13 versus 25? And it was Claudia's estimate, right? He could've been even older than that! WTF?
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[User Picture]From: cassandraclue
2014-06-20 01:25 pm (UTC)
Yeah, he seemed older than that to me. 25 is pretty young.
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-21 06:23 am (UTC)
Especially since it turns out he...well, not going to spoil it.

Edited at 2014-06-21 06:24 am (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: anabellabobella
2014-06-21 06:44 am (UTC)
And Mal had a crush, and a DATE, with a 15-year-old.

My crush on Joe McIntyre cooled when I realized he was 8 years older than me, and so wouldn't be legal if he crushed back. It put a damper on my crushes when I thought about how a returned crush would violate laws.

Ah, Joe.

I was a devoted New Kids fan, and never stopped being their fan, even when it was the height of uncoolness to still like them. I tolerated the teasing because I loved them anyway.
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