my job doesn't always suck
So, there's like, ridiculous work drama that doesn't have anything to do with me, but has me mildly pissed off. One of my co-workers is an idiot, basically, and it's going to get her in trouble one day. I don't even care enough about it to type it up, to be honest. Not when I can write about books instead!
The third Diary of a Wimpy Kid book came out today. For those of you who do not know any fifth graders, Diary of a Wimpy Kid is a series (well, now it is) of books by Jeff Kinney told as the journals of a sixth-grade boy named Greg Heffley. He's an aspiring cartoonist, so the book is told in comics as much as it is in Greg's writing.
But, my god guys, these books are hilarious. Greg is a kind of literary Bart Simpson. He thinks that everything he does is right, lies flagrantly to get himself out of trouble, is best friends with the class loser because he's the only one who will let Greg order him around, and uses everyone and everything around him. He doesn't do anything that won't help him in some way, unless his parents make him. If he were a real kid, I would want to pummel him.
He's not, however, so I don't feel bad at all laughing hysterically at his antics and cartoons.
I'm going to share with you my favorite passage from the third book. It's only half as fun without the accompanying illustration, but I hope it's at least a little funny without it. Here, Greg is talking about how unfair it is that his three-year-old brother, Manny, isn't forced back into bed when he wakes up in the middle of the night the way that Greg was as a child. He explains that he tried it once before his father put a stop to it in the following manner:
There was a book Dad used to read to me every night called The Giving Tree. It was a really good book, but the back of it had a picture of the author, this guy named Shel Silverstein.
But Shel Silverstein looks more like a burglar or a pirate than a guy who should be writing books for kids.
Dad must have known the picture kind of freaked me out, because one night after I got out of bed, Dad said, "If you get out of bed again tonight, you'll probably run into Shel Silverstein in the hallway."
That really did the trick. Ever since then, I STILL don't get out of bed at night, even if I really need to use the bathroom.
--Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw, pg 17-19
I was laughing so hard at this scene, I'm surprised that the people on the bookfloor didn't come back to kids to see what the hell was going on.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my day! I'm going to go have a cupcake now!
The third Diary of a Wimpy Kid book came out today. For those of you who do not know any fifth graders, Diary of a Wimpy Kid is a series (well, now it is) of books by Jeff Kinney told as the journals of a sixth-grade boy named Greg Heffley. He's an aspiring cartoonist, so the book is told in comics as much as it is in Greg's writing.
But, my god guys, these books are hilarious. Greg is a kind of literary Bart Simpson. He thinks that everything he does is right, lies flagrantly to get himself out of trouble, is best friends with the class loser because he's the only one who will let Greg order him around, and uses everyone and everything around him. He doesn't do anything that won't help him in some way, unless his parents make him. If he were a real kid, I would want to pummel him.
He's not, however, so I don't feel bad at all laughing hysterically at his antics and cartoons.
I'm going to share with you my favorite passage from the third book. It's only half as fun without the accompanying illustration, but I hope it's at least a little funny without it. Here, Greg is talking about how unfair it is that his three-year-old brother, Manny, isn't forced back into bed when he wakes up in the middle of the night the way that Greg was as a child. He explains that he tried it once before his father put a stop to it in the following manner:
There was a book Dad used to read to me every night called The Giving Tree. It was a really good book, but the back of it had a picture of the author, this guy named Shel Silverstein.
But Shel Silverstein looks more like a burglar or a pirate than a guy who should be writing books for kids.
Dad must have known the picture kind of freaked me out, because one night after I got out of bed, Dad said, "If you get out of bed again tonight, you'll probably run into Shel Silverstein in the hallway."
That really did the trick. Ever since then, I STILL don't get out of bed at night, even if I really need to use the bathroom.
--Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw, pg 17-19
I was laughing so hard at this scene, I'm surprised that the people on the bookfloor didn't come back to kids to see what the hell was going on.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my day! I'm going to go have a cupcake now!