At Least this Genre Motivates People to Read. . .

I came across this quote while I was absent mindedly blogsurfing today. It made me laugh, I hope it does the same for you too. 

Also--what causes bruises? Anemia? Too much vitamin-C? I could google this and tell you in the time that I've taken to type my thought process, ah well. I have two ginormous ones on my thigh. When I did fight class with my brothers I never thought twice about my bruises when they would appear except to pridefully think how hard core I am. Now that I'm not doing fight class I wonder where/when these pesky little things came. 

Back to the quote! How awkward. It's funny. 

Hooray for the young-adult genre.


Before I could flinch, he planted his warm lips against mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I thought about putting them in his hair, stopping inches away from his head. I thought about putting them around his neck, but I stopped myself mid-flight. So there I was, being kissed by a boy I was falling hopelessly in love with and making a complete fool of myself, because I looked like I was flagging someone down with my hands. 


Concealed
Sang Kromah