Quotes by Flynn Meaney

Ive never had any summer lovin. And Ive never had any school year lovin, either. Ive never had a boyfriend. Ive never hooked up with a guy. And this morning, on my Internet browser, an article popped up about women marrying themselves. Even my wireless connection knows Im alone.

We are in a boy recession, Eugene repeats. Theres been a sudden, drastic decrease in the male population at this school. And Im gonna take advantage of it.

Eugenes got a fake ID, and he actually gets away with using it because he looks like hes thirty-six, thanks to his devotion to tasseled shoes and his ridiculous carpet of chest hair.

My love life couldnt be more nonexistent if Julius was all all-girls boarding school with a moat full of alligators around it.

Great. Darcy is the ruler of our school. Prety soon, Julius is going to be like Singapore - youll get a $500 fine for chewing gum or making out in the hallways.

Im not copying you! Luke said. A werewolf is totally different than a vampire! Youre creepy all the time. Mine is just, like, a monthly thing....Like PMS? I suggested. Shut up!

I could kiss that girl. And ya know what? I will kiss that girl. As soon as I get back to school, Im gonna grab her, and Im gonna kiss her.

So thats how we end up helping Aviva pick out a male escort. Even Darcy is impressed with Eugenes organization; each profile in the boy binder has two pictures, a head shot and a full-body shot, and lists essential information: age, school, height, weight, extracurriculars, hobbies, and dance ability (which ranges from occasional Dance Dance Revolution participation to so good he could back up the Biebs).

If you skip one class, everyone knows about it. The teacher will track you down, or one of the guidance counselors will track you down and ask if youre smoking pot. According to the geniuses running this place, the only reason you would skip class is if youre smoking pot, though I actually find my classes more enjoyable when Im high.

In winter this town is freezing. You step out your door in the morning and the whole place looks like one of those nature specials in which a guy brings a camcorder to the North Pole and then the camera cuts out and you hear on the news that he got eaten by a bear

Let me give you some advice here: People who want to have the sex talk with you will act the same way as people who want to murder you. First they get you in their car, so theyre in control and you cant escape. Then they drive you someplace in the middle of nowhere.

Ive been asking around to find out what girls are into, Eugene tells me, really pleased with himself. So Im gonna get a spray tan and make red-velvet cupcakes.

Is this base? Is this base?