Sadly Disappointed

Alright, so it's not exactly a secret that I'm a *tiny* bit interested in obsessed with the Twilight series. In fact, I stared Breaking Dawn today after giving myself a 1 day breather. Today I could wait no longer though - I went to see the movie. I woke Hubs up early (he works overnights, so "early" is actually 4pm) and left the kiddos with my mom, and away we went.
It was terrible.
Two flippin hours that I'll never get back.
How could this happen??
I compulsively casually watched the interviews Rob Pattinson did and he's hot, he's funny.... but it didn't come out in the movie. Even the parts that were supposed to be lighthearted left him looking distinctly constipated. And the scene where he's supposed to sparkle??!! Um, no. Just no. (and as for sparkly men, if you don't get it, it's a Twilight thing, you wouldn't understand)
The only redeeming parts were a) when he smiled and laughed. b) Kristen/Bella was perfect.
c) "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."
(audience response) "Stupid lamb!"
3 people, including me, respond, "What a sick, masochistic lion."

Since I still love the books ever so much, I'm going to try to forget that I saw this.

Soundtrack

This week, in my relentless pursuit to finish the Twilight series, I'll be listening to the Queen of the Damned soundtrack. All vampire songs, how appropriate :)
My life definitely has a soundtrack. Going back to the glory days of dancing with my BFF to Madonna's True Blue album, to house music through high school, to punk and metal afterwards to... what? I guess I listen to a bit of everything now. Miles Davis plays in my head just as routinely as Disturbed. Norah Jones takes up residence in my ipod right next to Tupac. Then Incubus plays and wipes them all away, only to start over with Atmosphere. Oh, and I'm sure there's a new Alien Ant Farm album just out....

So what's the soundtrack to your life?

Watch Out for Volvos

You'll have to forgive my absence this week. I've started reading the Twilight series and I. Can't. Stop.
To understand my little obsession, you need some background. I am in love with a fictional character. His name is Lestat. I've read his tales over and over, and I looked for him around every corner in New Orleans. Because I'm insane, that's why. For a long time, I tried to get just the right image of a falling angel for a tattoo. Then it hit me. The graphic novel version of Tale of the Body Thief WAS my fallen angel, my Lestat.



That makes up a rather large tattoo on my upper arm. Yes, I already said I'm slightly unhinged. Please don't ask again.
Now, I started the Twilight series, even though I'd successfully resisted it for SO long. Of course I'm in agony because I'm only human and I can only read so fast. Why isn't there a way for me to just absorb all 4 books and KNOW what happens already? What? Savor them? Are you kidding me? I'm not a savor-it kind of gal. I'm all about the instant gratification.
I bid you adieu then, as I'll be immersed in the rainy and tragic world of Edward and Bella for the next week or so. And thanks Dawn, now I'll be tracking down silver Volvos!