Well.

I woke up at 11:49 this morning. I have never, ever slept in this late. I've also never gotten to bed at 3:30 in the morning. What, you might ask, was I doing?

Well...something I'd have laughed at even a couple weeks ago.

I went to the opening show of Twilight.

Technically, it wasn't the opening show. That one began at 12:01 am. Mine began at 12:05 am. But those are technicalities. Most of you know I share Anilee's opinions on Twilight, so here's why I went. A couple guys and I were talking about the books/movie yesterday, and all came to the conclusion we thought it was...well, we shared Anilee's opinions. Enough said. So I decided to go, first because it was with a group of friends, and second, because I knew all of us would laugh at the wrong parts of the movie. We did, and that was fun.

I won't give any spoilers away, though I'm pretty sure everyone is familiar with the plot. I might share some of my thoughts on it later, but am debating it. Suffice it to say, Robert Pattison looks better in action than in still photography, and the shrieks when he first came on screen were hilarious. The Cullen family also looks better than in still shots. Wow, that is one beautiful family. The scene with the glittering skin was interesting, and to the filmmakers' credit, they made Edward seem like less of a super-controlling jerk.

To be perfectly honest? I think my favorite character, as far as sheer acting and depth of character goes, was James. The actor portraying him did an awesome job of being creepy and evil, but cocky too. He felt the most authentic of all. Not to say the film was horrible or anything. It was okay. But I'm not going to become a Twilight fan any time soon, if ever.

My goodness...

I'm so busy. We got home from Oregon a week ago, and are leaving Wednesday for Pennsylvania. I'm not sure what to write, in the fear of sounding scatterbrained. So.

Oregon. The weather stayed between forty and seventy degrees. Absolute heaven compared to ninety degrees and 80 percent humidity. The track meet we saw lasted three hours, a good time. It's amazing to see so many world-class athletes in one place. I"d prattle about this if it were something better known like Twilight, and everyone knew what I was talking about.

Speaking of. I heavily skimmed Twilight and am not overly impressed. I did, however, pick up The Host at Barnes and Nobles. I was skeptical. I only bought it because it was 40% off with a member's card. My skepticism vanished about twenty pages in. It's an amazing book. Granted, I know a lot of bloggers (teenage girls) would rather read the Twilight saga, due to the romance and perfection (or not) of Edward, etc. I think The Host is amazing. It's almost the cleanest adult book I've read, but still steamy in some parts and full of action. I thought 600 pages was overkill. There were a few parts I bemoaned an editor's foolishness, but only a few. (Lines such as "He threatened gruffly." The dialogue gets the point across, but minor detail).

So if you haven't read it, for crying out loud, get it! It's the least sci-fi book out there that's classified as sci-fi. It makes me happy.

I haven't written much on book 3 - too concerned with unpacking, ditching the suitcase in the hallway, and five days later hauling it back into my room. The ideas are rolling, though. It has to do with bikers, as in motorcycles built for speed, and a girl trying to find herself, and her messed-up family. I like it, unlike a certain section of the other might-be book 3, in which I want to strangle either myself or the characters for not talking right. The dialogue's giving me a little trouble. Maybe I should go for a short story.

Ugh. I am crazy. I never write short stories. Ah well! Off to pack a pair of not-yet-smelly running shoes.