Breaking Down

If there is one solid fact that is a comfort to me, it is that every once in a while, a person must make a complete ass of his/herself. It doesn't matter if you told a story you had no idea wasn't funny (did that today--and to a group of people I barely know!), asked a question you had no idea was socially unacceptable (that one gave me a lot of trouble when I was eight), or just did something you wish you could take back. Everyone must make mistakes like this.
Of course, some of these oopsies are more significant than others. Making an awkward remark at a party is a far smaller offense than, say, pulling a Darcy and causing the people of an entire county to mistake you for a highly unpleasant person. It follows, then, that to build up the anticipation of millions of fans worldwide for an entire year, only to completely poop out, bitterly disappointing them, is the greatest offense of all.
Sorry, Stephenie Meyer...you just has one of those assy moments.

Breaking Dawn

For anyone who lives in a hole under a rock, I offer this information: The new Twilight book, Breaking Dawn, comes out at midnight tonight. I'm going to the Borders release party, and I'm ridiculously excited. I have done my vampire makeup: Made my eyes look big (with dark circles underneath), covered my skin in white glitter, even drawn vampire scars up my arm in solidarity with Jasper. I have painted my nails with images from the covers of the books (an apple, a flower, a ribbon, and a chess piece) and put Edward Cullen's initials on my toenails. I would say I was PUMPED!, if I were the type of person who said that sort of thing. But I'm not. I'm the type of person who listens to Jesus Christ Superstar while dressing up as a vampire. Go figure.