I Am Terribly Ashamed of Myself

I don't know how it happened. I really don't know how I let myself fall for it. I thought I was smarter than this.

Somehow, against ALL my better judgement, I am actually looking forward to the release of the next Twilight movie.

Ugh! Don't judge me! I don't know how it happened.

I saw the first one when I had the flu a couple of years ago. Dan rented it for me because he knew with my flu headache, I shouldn't be watching movies with loud noises and explosions. And the first Twilight is just soft music in cloudy meadows of lilac.

And let's make this clear, I did not like the first one. Snooze fest. None of the characters were enjoyable (Pretty sure I hate Edward), except maybe the dad. And it just willy-nilly made up rules about vampires. Fine, I will accept the sparkly thing, but what happened to a wooden stake through the heart? That's just classic! The only thing good to come out of that one was the jacket Bella wore (I have it in green).

I recorded "New Moon" on my parent's DVR just to bug Dan with it. He was miserable through the first one and I thought it would be funny to make him watch the second one with me. And, again, not good. I can't even recall what the storyline really was. Wasn't it just vampires and werewolves don't get along? Period. Only good thing from that one was a now buff Taylor Lautner.

We finally caught up on the third one a couple of weeks ago. Again, I recorded it on my parent's DVR to torture Dan, but he just slept through it as my sister and I watched. Most of our time was spent mocking it.

Somehow, after all these bad experiences with the franchise, the advertising for the latest one is dragging me in. I need to know what the wedding dress looks like! And the honeymoon! I need to know how the sex finally goes down. And the horrible birth! Must know!

Don't tell anyone, but I'm secretly hoping my sister invites me to see it Friday.

Ugh, I am so disappointed in myself.