Well guys.

I'm going to get shunned for this. But the truth must be told.

I ACTUALLY. FUCKING. LIKED. THE MOVIE. Also, warning: I am about to be the major fourteen-year-old fangirl I supposedly am. xD

'OH MY GOD WUT,' you say. Yeah, I'm kind of still in denial myself. I mean, I went in there expecting epic phail. I must say, though, that what really won me over was that we didn't have to hear Bella's retarded thoughts all throughout like we did in the book. >|

So, uh. Movie. Right.

The first 45 minutes or so was so full of blatantly bad acting that I couldn't shut up about it to my friend, who was giving me dirty looks. 'GOD DAMN IT TARA, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE.' '._.;;' Still, she laughed at quite a few things I said. Although she laughed when I stole someone's comment about the vampire disco ball thing when we got to shiny scene thing. xD

Oh my god, Kristen Stewart either has no personality herself or she can really get into a role. I mean, words can't even describe how flat she was. I mean, she spoke in monotone for half the movie until she suddenly switched on us and went 'HOLY FUCKING SHIT MAN, I'M DYING' when James near raped/bit/killed her in the ballet studio. I was literally squirming in my seat when I watched that. That was scary. I shit you not. ._. I'm easily disturbed by people's scream of pain. Hopefully you would be, too.

Okay, okay, I'll admit that Robert Pattinson was a pretty good choice for Edward. I thought it was weird how quietly sarcastic it was. He reminded me of my friend, who just sits there and murmurs witticisms to himself all day. :P SO ANYWAY, the Cullen family in and of itself was made of awesome, in all honesty. Especially Alice, who I have a MAJOR GIRLCRUSH on, just like fyretoppaaa (OH U). Dude, if I wouldn't pass up the chance to play baseball with the Cullens for the world. Although I was really pissed at their raping of Muse's 'Supermassive Black Hole'--for Christ's sake, I know Failenie Meyers is a fan but the rest of us aren't, you know, egotistical shitty authors. >|

So uh, ERIC. He made me lol. And I'm kinda sad Jacob didn't have a bigger role, even though I saw it coming from a mile away. If they do make a New Moon movie--which they no doubt will--I'll actually see it just to have some delicious long-haired!Taylor Lautner. I'm sorry to sound like the raving fourteen-year-old that I am, but god, I'd ride it like I stole it.

So. That's it. Flame me all you want, because I know I deserve much more than to be flamed; I deserve to be crucified.

[Error: unknown template qotd]Alright, I’m going to admit that my answer’s the same as everyone else’s—definitely 9/11, hands down. But hear me out.

I’m young, fresh into adolescence. I haven’t really seen many remarkable events in my lifetime, and the only two that stick out in my mind are Obama’s election (which I’m not trying to undermine the importance of; words can’t even express the joy I experienced when I heard the news) and 9/11. In a way, those two events are defining for me as an American. They are the events that go down in the history books; then again, 9/11 already has.

Anyway, I was not even a week into second grade when that day happened. It started off as a normal day—get up, bitch and moan, get dressed, have a nice day, I love you. Just another day of spelling practice and writing that date at the top right corner of my worksheet. I was so oblivious to the world’s evils and misgivings then. I didn’t understand when I saw the teachers crying, leaving to see if their relatives or spouses or children in New York were okay. I couldn’t fathom why so many kids were getting pulled out of school early. I didn’t know why all the fifth-graders and faculty were in the library, huddled around the TV.

I wasn’t old enough to comprehend that everything had suddenly slipped from our country’s grasp; we had lost all control. The danger we were in was very real; living in Central Jersey, running a school with the knowledge that planes had killed quite possibly thousands of people and another one was landing in the Pentagon’s domain was unsettling. They wouldn’t tell the younger ones what had occurred, and while this frustrated us, they knew that our parents would tell us of the horrible events that had proceeded that day.

I came home as usual, although the moment I walked through the door my parents told me to be quiet and come watch the news with them. This made me curious; they never told me to watch the news. I sat down and watched as they replayed the footage of the planes crashing into the towers. Quite the morbid thing for a second-grader to watch.

My memory is hazy, but I will never forget the sentiments of that day. It is unfortunately the stuff of movies…God, I just don’t want to think about it…

Don’t watch Youtube videos of the original coverage. It will haunt your dreams.