“You’re weird. You write, you constantly show emotion, even when you should keep it to yourself. You sleep at akward times of the day and you’re in show choir. What’s up with that? You doodle like crazy on everything and have only read books about Native Americans this year. You don’t know what you want to do and you listen to that strange indie-rock music that just confuses me—I mean, what is that? You babble and refrence Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Lord of the Rings. You watch movies with subtitles—whether its in a foreign language or not. You’re just so strange. I think I might love you.”