Twilight Breaking Bongs...

kristy wants to go to see the new Twilight movie, but is chillin' with me instead. we're watching the last Harry Potter movie. (its a bit more overdramatically dumb than i remember...) po' thang, she was left behind on a midnight movie gathering. oh well, i'm glad that she's here. no point in seein' a movie like Twilight with millions of zombie fangirls. those kind of people are the reason i don't go to midnight movies anymore...

i can't say much about the movie or books that hasn't already been said all over. for me though, it only took reading about one quarter of the first "novel" to experience dread and insecurity on my part for reading such trash. there's better reading found on the back of a malt-o-meal cereal box than on one page of Twilight. i received a bfa in creative writing and i spend many hours of my time trying to write a profound piece. if someone can write a book like Twilight and make it big, what's stopping me from doing that??? well i'll tell you why...i have more respect for myself and any potential readers i could possibly have. i couldn't live with myself if i wrote something as horrible as those books. those poor poor fans. what will they do once they realise their precious time was wasted on such a blatantly awful excuse for written words???

oh, and my blog is probably full of just about as much terribleness as those books. all i can say is that at least my words don't describe the crazy amount of details like eyes, face, mouth, skin, and smell. once i got around to reading about Edwards physique, i felt sick. oh, and for the record for the record for the record for the record for the record for the record, my eyes are green/hazel, face like a lego man, mouth with full lips, white skin with a hint of shading, and a smell that's not duck butter...