I have done little else but read and write these past few days. Reading The Twilight Saga inspired an unexpected outpouring of songs and emotion and poetry and prose. I'm at the beginning of Breaking Dawn now and already dreading the end of the series. It's always been hard for me to detach from characters and fictional worlds once I've fully committed to their stories.
I went to see Twilight yesterday, and like Gabbie foretold, it sucked. It pissed me off how poorly cast some of the characters were, especially Bella. Talk about overacting! All the endearing parts of her were simply gone. And what was with fat-hooker-face Rosalie? All wrong. I was pleasantly surprised by Robert Pattison; his style reminds me a lot of Joaquin Phoenix's. He looked way too human though. Was I the only one expecting more sparkly vampire glory from the sunlight scene?
Miraculously, I managed to put the crack down (by "crack", I mean Breaking Dawn, the fourth and final book in The Twilight Saga) to snap this picture of Sam giving me the stare down. Little attention whore that he is isn't digging all this vampire tomfoolery. He wants his mother back.
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