I’M FEELING RATHER TWILIGHTISH LATELY. It seems like since the movie came out on DVD, I can’t stop thinking, feeling, and acting out Twilight like I’m a twelve year old girl with my first crush.
Case in point: when my stylist asked which color I’d like my hair dyed, the first thing out of my mouth was “Have you seen Bella in Twilight?” (Yes, I just admitted that I dyed my hair after a fictional character – with pic number 3 as my motivation. Don’t hate!). My stylist has to be the first and only person I know that hasn’t even heard about the movie. I didn’t know how to react to this.
I stayed up late on Tuesday watching Twilight with Ashley and our friend Megan, who had never seen it. She said she dreamed of Edward afterwards, a fact that I am completely jealous of.
I’ve stayed up late every other night reading snippets of all four books and restarting Midnight Sun. I have the soundtrack playing on repeat in my car. I’d forgotten just how captivating a fictional, sparkling, pea coat-wearing vampire can be. I’m falling for Edward all over again, much to Dale’s dismay. He still hasn’t seen the movie – so I went three times to the theatre by myself. I’m OK with this. Part of me wants to keep it from him anyway, as my own personal retreat. Besides, while I can turn my head when Edward is part lemur, can force myself to look away while he sparkles with SOUND EFFECTS, and I can definitely pretend to be deaf while they throw around lines like “Butt-crack Santa”…I know any one of these will send Dale into fits. Since he does not know the epic awesomeness that is Book Edward, I won’t be able to describe to him why it’s acceptable that every conversation is so TENSE (It’s the fluorescence).
Our conversation about Twilight went about like this:
“I should see that movie.”
“No you shouldn’t, you’ll make fun of me for life.”
“Doesn’t it have that one chick in it?” As opposed to…other chicks?
“You mean the one with buck teeth? Yup.”
“And that guy ‘Edward‘ or whatever that everyone obsesses about?”
I try to hide my screen saver at this point, but it was too late.
“You mean he’s on your DESKTOP daily?” Commence laughter.
“Don’t hate. His pea-coat is HOTT!!”
“I have a pea-coat.”
“You should wear it. But you have to pop the collar a little.”
“. . .pop. . .the collar. . .like a pretty boy?”
And that statement my dear, is why you are not allowed to watch my movie. But since you allowed me to spend thirty minutes while your favorite show was playing to introduce you to those said lame parts, I believe you now could handle the rest of the movie. I am even more proud however, that you think you should still watch it after seeing all the parts that make everyone wonder what Catherine Hardwicke was thinking.
And lastly, Twilight is getting in the way of my everyday life again. My schedule from this week was as follows.
Monday-Friday: Watch Twilight three times. Stay up until 1AM each night enthralled with YouTube interviews, pictures from the movie and blog posts from my fave Twilight sites.
Saturday: Get home at 11:oo AM. Read some of Breaking Dawn, obsessively check for blog posts.
Sunday: 10:00AM: Wake up, put in Twilight and tell the online community that I will be MAI for the next few hours.
10:30AM: Scavenge in my kitchen for fast foods. Find string cheese, an unopened root beer and a half eaten bag of Nutter Butters. Great breakfast!
11:ooAM: Convince mom to take my dog home with her for a few hours so I can keep watching uninterrupted.
2:30PM: Still watching Twilight and may/may not have put off lunch with the boyfriend because of this. I’ve now paused the movie, to compare each scene to the Breaking Dawn and Twilight books.
5:00PM: Decide I should probably get dressed (not that I was nakie. I’m never nakie, remember?). I trade my boy shorts for the Pants of Awesomeness. I’ve now worn them Wednesday night, Thursday night, all day Friday and Saturday, and again on Sunday. Siiiick I know. But Rob Pattinson doesn’t wash his hair for months. Not washing pants for a week=acceptable. Plus it was only fitting, since I hadn’t washed my hair today either.
5:30PM: Go to parents house so Mom can cook me food (thanks Mom, you rock!). Hang out, fight with the sister about our upcoming vacation (and NO Machelle, for the last time. I am not cutting my vacation short just so I can have you back in time for your concert. Unless it’s Rob Pattinson or Panic! At the Disco or someone equally as cool). Spend the whole time wishing my parents had wireless and that I would’ve brought my laptop so I can blog/stalk people.
7:00PM: Dale comes over. I show him lame Edward moments (mentioned above). We watch shows of people getting eaten by sharks. How exciting! Except for the fact that it was about an hour and a half too long. They should’ve just said “Our ship got bombed. It sunk, so we jumped out. Dead people were everywhere. We were hungry, tired, sick, hurt, blah blah blah and so we panicked, and the sharks attacked us. It was scary. The end.”
11:00PM: Dale goes home. I jump online. Write this post. I know its not too fanfreakingtastic, but I’m in a hurry. Edward McHotness Twilight is waiting for me.