Be More Chill by Ned Vizzini

In every high school, status and reputations are always present to segregate the whole student body into several clichés. And on top of that social food chain are the popular ones. There is an unwritten and unspoken law stating that popular students rule the school. No matter how much we-the occupants of the bottom of this social pyramid-despise this, it’s true.

Now Jeremy Heere is a fellow member of the bottom-dwellers. Being an average dork in Middle Borough High School, he is a constant victim of pranks, bullying and humiliation courtesy of the populars. Every single day, he trudges through the hallways of hell, bearing the brand of dork. His only reason in going to school is Christine, the stunningly beautiful girl in his math class that he longingly stares at every day. This is the one girl that Jeremy knew he can never have.

That is until he learns about the “Squip”. It a super-computer in form of a pill, easily ingested like a normal medicine. Now this innovative technology is guaranteed to help the geekiest, most unlikeable person to become the “coolest” guy. It acts alongside the human brain by instructing the person on what to do, what to say, what to wear and everything that is needed in order to reach the top of the social hierarchy.

And so, desperate as he is, Jeremy bought a pill in hopes of turning his life into a better one. But then again, in every story, there comes the realization. And for Jeremy, it is the discovery of the dark side to this solution. He soon understand that there are certain disastrous consequences in having a computer control your life. He then starts to question the reliability of the pill and how it changes even his personality.

This novel is a funny and entertaining story about discovering the truth about one’s self. And with that comes the acknowledgement of the differences in each one of us. What does it really matter if we’re not cool? Being a dork, a geek, a nerd, a wallflower, or whatever else doesn’t mean being a lesser person than the rest. The book teaches us that we should be proud of who we really are because pretending to become another person with a completely different personality is stupid. Acceptance starts from within us. If we learn to love ourselves despite our quirks and weirdness, then it would be easier to find people who can accept us without having to change every aspect of our being.   

In this particular novel, Vizzini depicted high school life in a very exact and honest way. He included the shallow problems that teenagers encounter like sex, drugs, and social anxiety. It is written in a very humorous way that readers would have a hard time putting it down until they reach the very end. It is also sprinkled with a bit of perversion and ounces of swear words. The book is nothing short of brilliant. Although there parts in which I question the anatomical aspects of the novel, which I think were completely wrong. But this is just from me, being a student who studies anatomy for years. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered with those facts. All in all, it was a good book though I was left hanging by the ending. I definitely recommend it to teenagers who still think that the most important thing in their lives is to become popular. 

Dork? Geek? Weirdo? Yep. That’s me.

Look at what I’ve been up to for the past couple of hours. Yep, call me a dork or a weirdo, but this is how I spend my summer time. Covering tons of books. As I’ve said before, I am not one to go out and waste away, partying or travelling. I am not a social butterfly like most of my friends. I tend to keep with myself. I am very much a home-buddy and I have my ways to kill time. And this is one of them. 

It’s a common knowledge to some of you that I am very protective of my books. I take my time to cover them, and this is done very meticulously. I have this thing where I cannot read a book without me covering it yet. I dunno, I just feel more safe handling my books that have plastic covers. Yes, maybe I am a crazy person, but I am really really OC when it comes to my precious treasures. And mind you, this task does not bore me at all. In fact, I enjoy it very much. See? Total freak right? Oh well, I can’t do anything with how my brain goes. Oh I forgot! I also printed out little name labels for my books. It’s just a small one I stick on the bottom corner of each book. And it’s just my nickname. 

So far, I’m done with 9 books and I’m hoping to finish 6 more. I ran out of cover so I only have to deal with just these few remaining books. Maybe I’ll buy some more covers the next time I go out. 

Please tell me that I’m not the only one who does this kind of stuff.     

..and I wonder why I have such a non-existent love life. Pssssh. -_- 

Well, here’s something that made me feel loads better.

Sorry for the face, fucking webcam timer. I am not ready yet. Haha.

If my friends can’t make me feel happy, at least my beloved books are still here for me.

I finally got my own copy of Ransom Riggs’ Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. Someone from Fully Booked texted me last Wednesday that this copy arrived. I don’t have the time to pick it up until today. So after that, I went around the bookstore to look for any other book that might catch my attention. And that’s when I found Ned Vizzini’s other book, Be More Chill. Although what I really want is his other book, entitled It’s Kind of a Funny Story, this one’s good enough too. I liked what I read in the summary. It’s about this dork kid who take a super pill that help him bring what he most desire. This pill instructs him about what to do from what to wear to how to talk and walk. And since I have this soft spot for nerds, dorks, and weird characters, I immediately picked it up to buy.

So that’s it. Thank you wonderful books for making my day a little less awful. 

Four-eyed marionette.

How do I look? Can I pass as a smarty-pants now? Haha.

As I’ve said in one of my posts before, I have mild astigmatism and I need to wear corrective glasses for at least 6 months. I finally got my glasses and now, I am part of the glasses-wearing population. It feels weird wearing it. I am not used to wearing these shit. It’s like my vision is obstructed because of the frame. Damn. And because I don’t have the perfect straight nose, it keeps sliding down, especially when I look down. Oh well, I can’t do anything about this. Plus, I love reading too much not to care for my eyes. Six more months of being a four-eyed girl. Hooray. NOT.

Hey.. that gives me an idea. Should I change my url to foureyedmarionette?

Maybe. Nah, I think I’ll stick with abandonedmarionette. I still like it better. Hahaha.