Oh YA gods, you mighty and glorious beings, as you look down upon this humble and insignificant blogger from the vast palaces of your otherworldly kingdom, hear my plea: find some way to get me to New York from March 16-22.Please. It is all I want in this cruel and unyielding world. I beseech you, Oh YA gods, mightiest of the mighty, smile upon me. Else I shall be desolate, inconsolable, utterly bereft of hope and light. There will be no more rainbows or witty comments about character development. I shall lie prostrate on my bedroom floor, able only to gasp out the occasional snarky comment about Twilight, my head cushioned on unread ARCs, my prone form blanketed with the shredded remains of Paper Towns and the entire Uglies trilogy.
The horror, the terrible, unspeakable horror of that inevitable day. Save me, YA gods. You are my only hope.
Your humble servant,
Eli
5 comments:
If the gods give you an answer, SEND THEM MY WAY PLEASE.
I need to get there too.
The YA Gods are curious about where you live and why you can't make it.
We'll see what we can do.
Anonymous:
I live in the barren, icy tundras of California, far from the magnificent, shining City of New York.
Awww. *is so looking forward to this festival of awesomeness*
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