The fault in our stars.

"I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. "There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this"—I gestured encompassingly—"will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does." -- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I enjoyed the book -- if my ability to finish it in less than 48 hours is any indication -- but in efforts to keep the Internet more spoiler-free, I've resisted talking about it. For now, suffice to say it's one of my favorite books; one I will revisit years later and undoubtedly feel completely different about. Though I've never had to battle cancer personally, I have the most utmost respect and appreciation for those that do. I'm not sure I'd handle it as gracefully as Hazel.

I learn if I made Varsity tomorrow.

P.S. To clarify, Chem Boy and I aren't an item. I just like to think sharing covert smirks after one of his friends says something funny and/or questionable is a step in the right direction. Plus, he looks me in the eyes when we talk. I also know the password to his phone after successfully guessing it. (With his permission, of course.) Yes, I am aware of how stupid I sound now and I don't care. He makes me feel happy. In the same mind as Augustus, I will not deny myself that simple pleasure.