conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Danielle, Up-Readers, Levine's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'OCD, the Dude, and Me'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: OCD, the Dude, and Me
  Another huge issue is that I wanted to finish gluing the pieces of charming postcards I cut up to decorate this year's "me-moir" binder, my fourth writing collection. Each year's binder—the sacred place I keep all my school essays, journals, personal me-moir entries, e-mails, etc. My writing is best served contained, away from the eyes of others, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't have exquisite packaging. Obviously.
  Since freshman year when my parents forced me to go to a "special school," these binders are the only things that have made it bearable. Intense planning and a sea of supplies are required to build the perfect home for chronicling my life. It's the best living history I've got. Every entry has its own color-coded sheet protector. Last week, I cut up six postcards, all with scenes of loving couplehood from the nineteenth century that weren't a fit among the crowd taped on my headboard. Once it's finished, they will fit together like an ornate puzzle. Which. Is. Awesome. Or would be, if this weren't the first day of senior year and hundreds of pieces remain unglued.
  At least my back-to-school outfit is staying the same. There is no question about that. I am wearing my black combat Chucks and have managed to untangle my XL burgundy T-shirt from the twisted pile on my bed, which is where my tees like to live. My black leggings and black beret with the tiny feather that stands straight up will complete my look of "rotted lonely pear in bowl"—a still life. Appropriate.
  I don't have any brothers and sisters or any pets. I have a housekeeper, Martha, and I'm very grateful for her because of my "materials management problems" as you call it. "Materials management" sounds more like a major in business college than a personal problem. You can just say I'm messy. I won't be offended; I'm not blind to the truth. My own mother tells me my backpack "looks like a cyclone hit it."
  My mom recently redecorated our two-story house to "reflect her aesthetic" of warm-colored walls and brightly colored accent pieces, but she left my room alone because clutter, scratches on the hardwood floors, and hats hanging on the wall are my aesthetic. People who love garage sales or go antiquing would love my room. But, don't misunderstand, nothing in there is for sale.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I forced this response: "Everybody's life is a series of what is versus what we wish it was, isn't it? Is there anybody who has everything just the way they like it?"
  But then she reminded me that we were taking this moment in time to talk about my particular life and so could I please be specific about mine.
  And then a whole lot of language came out of Lisa. Language about how that was a brave statement, how that is something that can be accomplished, goals can be set, and changes can be made incrementally... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... I heard some of it but stopped listening until Daniel said, "Yeah, she can do all that and maybe feel better and be more social, but then there will be something after that. Like she won't like her hair color, which I really dig, by the way, or she'll want a whole new wardrobe. I mean the other response you could have given her was that she could consider that she's fine just the way she is, that everyone comes to this planet in a different package, and the one she has is pretty okay. That's what I would have said if I was wearing the russet suit and carrying the master's degree."
  And then there was this whole exchange between Daniel and Lisa about how Daniel always chooses to be contrary and how that creates conflict in relationships and he may want to consider that there are other ways of looking at things than his way, and Daniel told her she should try swallowing some of the medicine she was doling out. It's really obvious that Lisa can't stand Daniel. I think Daniel may actually like Lisa in a strange way because she brings out this side of him that he enjoys. I don't know, that's just my opinion. At one point, I turned and gave Daniel a smile as a way of thanking him for taking up my cause. He gave me a supportive nod.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I forced this response: "Everybody's life is a series of what is versus what we wish it was, isn't it? Is there anybody who has everything just the way they like it?"
  But then she reminded me that we were taking this moment in time to talk about my particular life and so could I please be specific about mine.
  And then a whole lot of language came out of Lisa. Language about how that was a brave statement, how that is something that can be accomplished, goals can be set, and changes can be made incrementally... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... I heard some of it but stopped listening until Daniel said, "Yeah, she can do all that and maybe feel better and be more social, but then there will be something after that. Like she won't like her hair color, which I really dig, by the way, or she'll want a whole new wardrobe. I mean the other response you could have given her was that she could consider that she's fine just the way she is, that everyone comes to this planet in a different package, and the one she has is pretty okay. That's what I would have said if I was wearing the russet suit and carrying the master's degree."
  And then there was this whole exchange between Daniel and Lisa about how Daniel always chooses to be contrary and how that creates conflict in relationships and he may want to consider that there are other ways of looking at things than his way, and Daniel told her she should try swallowing some of the medicine she was doling out. It's really obvious that Lisa can't stand Daniel. I think Daniel may actually like Lisa in a strange way because she brings out this side of him that he enjoys. I don't know, that's just my opinion. At one point, I turned and gave Daniel a smile as a way of thanking him for taking up my cause.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last two paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'To all my yoga instructors, who keep me calm and remind me to breathe'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: To all my yoga instructors, who keep me calm and remind me to breathe. A special thanks to Christie William and Daniel Stewart, who have been yoga preachers to me for years now.
  To my family: the Roedersheimers, Vaughns, Thiels, and Hessees. I'm happy Life saw fit to bring us together. To all my nieces and nephews, the dearest of the dear. I hope I can support you with the same loving spirit demonstrated to me by all my amazing aunts. (My uncles are cool, too.) Thank you Mom, Dad, and Rob... for everything. And yes, Rob, you helped.