An actual date with a boy. This is possibly, definitely the number one best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I have no chill about it. None whatsoever.

What's a dementor?"I mean, I can't even. "Nora, you are no longer my sister.""So it's some Harry Potter thing," she says.

I take a sip of my beer, and it's - I mean, it's just astonishingly disgusting. I don't think I was expecting it to taste like ice cream, but holy fucking hell. People lie and get fake IDs and sneak into bars, and for this? I honestly think I'd rather make out with Bieber. The dog. Or Justin.

Wow, is that Katniss making out with Yoda?

I HAVE TO MEET HIM. I don’t think I can keep this up. I don’t care if it ruins everything. I’m this close to making out with my laptop screen.

Is that a space?No, it's a hydrant.

Oranges don't have nipples," says Sophie

Hey, you're kind of adorable.Hey. So are you.There's a soft knock on my door.One sex! Someone's here.OMG, YOU PERVY IPHONE. Sec. Not sex.TOO LATE! he writes. Three dots. Does this count as sexting?I think so?