OMG New Moon was bad. Like not even lol bad. You know it's bad when KStew has more sexual tension with the guy who plays Carlisle than RPattz or Taycob. God that scene made me really uncomfortable. One of the girls I went with and myself ended up just making fun of RPattz's flat face the second half of the movie. I know, I know. He's my personal Jesus but OMG his face is flat. And there were no teenagers in the movie theater. Seriously, I drove all the way down to Alexandria, VA to watch New Moon with a bunch of adults, half of them being male. Also, Edward dude, worst marriage proposal ever. I thought mine was bad but man, you take the cake. Also, it's bad when I'm sitting at the movie just going "shut up already. God I wish they killed me in Volterra."

So the four of us went to a Hibachi place near the theater afterwards. Our chef guy was lol. He had trouble cracking the eggs and while the four of us were drinking some wine, one of us made the comment that our chef had been indulging in a little vino himself. He responds with "No, I've been smoking in the back." Somehow, I don't think he meant cigarettes. At the end, he cut up pieces of shrimp and started tossing them in our mouths. The girl who was sitting on my right got four pieces in a row. He asked her how she got so good at catching shrimp in her mouth. Of course I giggled thinking how I would have inappropriately answered that with something about having a lot of practice with meat in my mouth. He paid attention to us women and completely ignored the two guys sitting next to us. He kept giving us extra portions and talking only to us. But it was fun and they had the most delicious plum wine.

Afterwards, we headed back to the girl who drove us's apartment and indulged in more wine (only a couple sips for me). Since I was the only one who lived on the other side of DC, I cut myself off and spent the next couple hours talking and just having fun. I got up to leave at around 10 and didn't make it out her door until 11. I know, I'm hardcore with the late nights out. Spending the late hours partying. Oh fuck it, I was in bed before 1.

I love when people cannot get blatant trolling. I wonder if I'm going to have to go through my entire RPattz icon selection before s/he finally gets it.

This is a stupid question. Yet again. Congratulations Writer's Block for falling to a new level of suckiness.

So instead, I give you Rpattzgasm.







Have a a party in the comments, guys.

He just compared health care to rape. Let me repeat that in case you thought you read that wrong. He just compared health care to rape.

I'm in complete and utter shock right now. WTF?

Anyway, going to see New Moon Saturday and then going out to dinner. I'm excited because it's a day for me! That and the lulz I demand from a movie from the Twilight franchise. If not, I wilil settle for more tweets from Simon Pegg about how dreamy Jacob's abs are.

Next week, we are heading up to my mom's for Thanksgiving and I hope my sister still isn't a plague rat. She's thankfully moving out of my mom's house on Dec. 1 so I won't have to worry about catching anything from her the next time I visit my mom.

Oh and I got an iPhone a week and a half ago. I have some apps, but I want more. Tell me what apps you guys use.

Cher is one hot woman who knows how to celebrate veterans.

Not from a movie, but this scene:



So loving and full of the right things to say. How romantic. *squee*

Much has been written about sexism in the Twilight books and film. Here, Caitlin Brown puts the series in context of other popular vampire fiction

It's an interesting read.

Coming to you soon, Yahoo Doctor

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ARGHHHHH. Rage at this

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WTF Atlanta area. You guys first tell a kid in high school he can't go out of gender constraints and now you are passing that along to college students?

And don't get me started on all the people I heard AGREEING with this. They can go fuck themselves as well.

To counteract the rage I'm feeling, I'm reading bad fanfiction. And when I say bad I mean this:

His hand that was resting on my hip backtracked and found its way back to my sweet spot. He moaned once again, "FFFFFFUCK ME! Girl, you are so wet and ready."

"Then stop talking about it and just do it already. I can't wait to feel you in me. I ache...I yearn...I pine..." His lips found mine again as he moved to hover over me. FINALLY!

"Girl, you ramble when you're nervous, any other time I'd find it very endearing." He kissed me again, and then I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance and then whispered, "ready or not, here I come!"

He buried himself in me and I once again, instinctively arched into him with another moan, "HOLY DAMN! You feel so fucking good in me."

I'm lolling so hard right now.

Oh yeah the first Jehovah Witnesses came to my door. Poor guy didn't expect me being an Atheist. I kind of shocked him.

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I found out Patrick Swayze died through a macro.

Dear Diary,
I'm having second thoughts about this whole "going to high school" thing. Carlisle says it helps us blend in longer, but does it? Really? I mean, if we just lived in the woods, and made sure our fake IDs said we were 18, wouldn't that be better than making sure every kid in town knows us, and getting our pictures taken and published in book form once a year? Also, the homework is starting to get really annoying. I mean, I have to write a paper on Miles Davis, and I can't even mention that we hung out that one time. This bites. Oh, well, guess I'm gonna go break into that new girl's bedroom and watch her sleep.

Oh Edward you creepy fuck.

Deah Diary,
Tonight, ah made the acquaintance of a lovely young woman by the name of Sookie St. James, and ah believe that ah am fallin' in luhve with huh. She has an unusual ability, in that when ah tell huh what to do, she does not feel obligated to accede to mah demands. This resistance to mah glamuh intrigues me, and ah am sorely tempted to invite huh back to my ancestral home and ask huh to play a game with me on mah Nintendo Wii. Ah do not know if she would prefuh Wii Golf or Wii Bowling, but ah am equally skilled at both, and that will hopefully tickle huh fancy. Yours truly, Bill.

lol Also, shouldn't that be Sookie Stackhouse?

Dear Diary,
One! One entry in my diary! Ah ah ah!

Dear Diary,
Two! Two entries in my diary! Ah ah ah!

Dear Diary,
Three! Three entries in my diary! Ah ah ah!

And if doesn't interest you, have video of my step-brother and niece playing:

Okay pictures of my newly painted dining room:

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Yeah I'm on the third floor. The color is "tea room yellow" or something like that. The Valspar brand paint is amazing.

There's nothing more satisfying as opening up your windows on a nice breezy day and cranking up Goodbye Horses.

And I painted my dining room yellow Sunday and I still cannot get all the paint out from underneath my fingernails.

lol really? I see the combo of sparkle dong and this as a future find in the pockets of girls arrested for stalking him.

OSU football starts tomorrow. So I will be in hardcore Buckeye mode since it is programmed into my genes. Breathing in the air of Columbus Ohio changes your genes forever and makes you live, breathe, and eat OSU football between now and January. Half the facebook status updates I see anymore are "BUCKEYES FUCK YEAH."

And it gets so bad, we talk shit in front of people we don't mean to. My in-laws took all of us out to breakfast a couple days after John Cooper got fired for not being able to beat Michigan. In all his years there, he won two games against them. Yeah.

Anyway, my brother-n-law is OSU alumni and we were having a discussion about Tressel coming in and how we were glad Coop finally got the boot. We looked over to one of the tables next to us and who was sitting there?

John Cooper himself.

Oops. He didn't say anything because I'm sure he knew we were saying what everyone else was saying.

bang_me_daddy was nice enough to share this with me and I know a couple of you would get some laughs out of it as well.

I didn't wash my hands before stuffing this into the cookie.