Quotes from Lauren Barnholdt

Sebastian notices the girl too, so he opens up his binder to a fresh sheet of paper, then takes out a pen and writes, "I still really miss you.

You are definitely not a slut," Jasmine says, putting her arms around her. "Having sex with a guy you like does not make you a slut. Now if you start having sex with every guy you like, then we'll reclassify you according to level of skankiness.

What if you didn't have time to draw them on one day? Or what if it rained and your eyebrows started dripping off? Hopefully her eye pencil is waterproof.

We have to get Bugles," I tell her [...] "Oh, definitely Bugles," she says. "I'm going to get the sour cream and onion kind." She drops them into the basket she's holding. "Good idea," I say, happy to be joking around, "And while we're at it, why don't we get some dip for them?" "Better yet," Ava says. "Let's skip the Blugles and just eat dip." We both collapse into giggles.

I mean, scamming on guys on the Internet? I thought that was only for forty-year-old divorcees who Photoshop their pictures in an effort to appear younger and thinner.

You can do this. You are invincible; nothing can rattle you. You have nerves of steel; you are a confident, strong woman; you-

But I'm really not quiet. I just tend to come across that way to new people because I don't like to talk first. What if the other person doesn't want to be bothered?

Listen, I'm sorry to bother you when you're obviously busy with, uh, important things, " B. J. Says. He sounds sarcastic. "But you remember a few months ago, when we scored that pot for Brian Turner?" "Sort of, " I say, wondering if it would be going too far to call B. J. "pookie" or "schmooper. " I want Courtney to be jealous, but I also don't want her thinking I'm a pussy. Which is really fucked up, since, you know, I'm the one that broke up with her.

Guys will do anything they can to make you think they're with you, and then they will run off and hook up with whoever and whatever they can get their hands on.

When I got to the house about an hour ago, James took one look at me and said, "Damn, girl, your parents put out some good product." I think it was a compliment, but I'm not quite sure.

You can't bring a duffel bag that says 'I Heart Cheese' on it, that's just offensive.

When someone tells you who they are, you need to believe them.

No matter how much you tell yourself are over someone, your heart knows the truth.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

Because, let's face it—no matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth.