Viola in Reel Life

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way.

We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don't judge.

I don't settle in any other area of my life when it comes to excellence, so why should I lower my standards when it comes to boys?

This should tell you everything you need to know about guys. They only go after what they know they can get. We girls, on the other hand, aim really high. We take a leap...

.. its not so much about the shoes, but the person wearing them

I don't use a crap camera, I don't eat junk, and I'm not going to a dance where the boys are bores

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships - they can't. It interferes.

This is one of those times when explaining a feeling cannot measure up to actually having the feeling

There's nothing an artist needs more - even more than excellent tools and stamina - than a deadline.

Energy has to be fed from a source. If you don't feed the source, it dissipates entirely. Same is true of liking a boy. If you cut off the thoughts, if you stop pinning, you're free to find a boy who is attainable.

I look at my roommates who are so proud of me that it makes me proud.

This is something that I have learned at PA that I would have never learn at home because I have my own room and I'm an only. Nobody has it easy, not even the Great and Tall Blond One

Tonight, I am a Perfect Girl, because I had a perfect night. And it ended with three perfect kisses. Three. What a lucky number.

... but that's the beauty of boarding school. I make all my own decisions, small and medium, while the big ones are left up to the Prefect Academy - and as far as boys go, to the only expert I know - Suzanne Santry

Really? We are being herded on a bus to drive across town to an all-boy academy where we disembark and join our lonely counterparts on a dance floor. Sounds like a scorecard situation to me.

The dance that I wasn't going to attend in about a jillion years just turned into a make-out session with random boys we have never met.

If the yellow patent leather flats fit...

Romy had never done a budget, Marisol had never designed costumes and sets, and Suzanne had never acted, but when I asked them to help, they didn't hesitate