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decided to turn in. Katie and I walked sadly into a nearby CVS to get twenty bags of now-discounted Halloween candy. WE ARE ANIMALS. We walked back to her apartment—alone.
    We sprawled out in Katie’s room, listening to “Skyscraper” by Demi Lovato on repeat, shoveling mini-Crunch bar after mini-Crunch bar into our mouths, while tears of blue mascara (I WAS A SMURF, REMEMBER?) dripped down my face.
    THIS WAS TRAGIC.
    Katie’s mom asked if we wanted anythingbecause our moms were ordering Chinese food. Sure, we said. Not like we had any cute dresses to fit into for a party or anything.
    â€œI guess we could just write a song?” Katie asked.
    â€œOr have our own party?”
    Katie then blasted the ~party anthem~ of the year. LITERALLY. “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO.
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    And then we had a lightbulb idea .
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    We “accidentally” pocket dialed all of our LAME friends who WERE at that party.
    We were screaming and laughing and blasting tons of house music. We were having our own party!
    We laughed so hard we cried. We had the best time ever. Then, we tweeted and posted on fb blurry selfies and captioned them “best Halloween after at the craziest exclusive party in Brooklyn <3 #MEMS”
    YUP.
WE LIED.
OH WELL.
    SUE US.
    Would you believe it? The next morning all of our “friends” at the party were now inviting US out to hang.
    But we remembered, they ONLY invited us out after they thought we were doing something cooler than they were. And that wasn’t cool.
    So we spent the rest of our nights eating pizza and candy on her floor, writing songs about boys and watching movies.
    And if doing that isn’t cool, then I don’t ever want to be cool.

7
THE TIME RYAN GOSLING GAVE ME A PEP TALK

    Let me clarify this by saying I never have met Ryan Gosling. HOWEVER, I frequently watch Blue Valentine (which is rated R for a very good reason, so if you aren’t seventeen don’t watch it because then your parents will hate me for recommending it). It’s one of my favorite movies ever, even though it’s super depressing because Michelle Williams is life goals (like her clothes, her hair, her acting . . . ugh, just goals). I once watched that film every night for a solid week after a breakup. I figured, I’m already sad, why ruin a good day watching this when I’m happy? I know—weird logic. I watched that movie—and obvi The Notebook —over and over again. I love Ryan Gosling so much. So does my mom. She actually thinks she’s going to marry him one day. (Sorry, Dad.) We even have matching Ryan Gosling socks. (They are literally socks with a billion pics of Ryan Gosling all over them. Judge me. Don’t care.) I even got her a birthday card with a shirtless picture of him on it from that movie Crazy Stupid Love . She keeps it on hernightstand in New Orleans where I’m filming while I’m writing this, so that if people come over and go into her room she can tell them that “the photo on the nightstand is a picture of my husband.”
    The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.
    (Really so sorry, Dad.)
    Also, sorry, Ryan Gosling, if you ever find out about this.
    I’m not a stalker. Really.
    Anyway . . . You’re probably wondering what I’m talking about. “You’ve never met Ryan, you say, so then how did he give you a pep talk?”
    Let me explain.
    You know when you have THOSE days? I’m talking about those days that absolutely suck ass, the days when nothing you put on looks good, when your hair isn’t falling the way it’s supposed to (no matter how many different tools, curling irons, flat irons, you use), when your eyeliner is just not working out right, when your wings are uneven. Those days when your whole FACE just looks wrong. You’re in a bad mood—not sad, not angry, just every little thing is ANNOYING. Maybe the guy you like