That's a secret I'll never tell... xoxo

Do you know what my blogging has come to?

I am watching Gossip Girl.  It started a while ago.  Keith is obsessed with it (yes, he's a dude... I don't know how I got so lucky) I've been watching five minutes here or there for a month or two, then rolling my eyes and getting annoyed, leaving the room.  I mean seriously.  This shit is bananas (b...a...n...).

Now, I haven't watched the first season (but never fear, my addictive tendencies have me heading over to the video store to get my hands on season one) so there are a lot of nuances that I'm not quite clear on while watching season two on apple TV.  

Needless to say, there's quite a lot of weird highschool drama flooding my brain right now.

Actually, scratch that.  There's a lot of weird, would-never-ever-happen-in-a-real-highschool drama flooding my brain.  You know what happens in a real highschool? None of this stuff.  Well, maybe one thing from both seasons of this show, at one school, every five years.  Not everything that happens here in each season at one school in one year.  They'd shut this school down.  Or at least get rid of 90% of the student body.  Hot Damn.

But more importantly... WHY THE HELL HASN'T ANYONE TRIED TO FIND VERONICA MARS YET?!  I mean seriously, Gossip Girl is just... always ready to blog?  I know you can post from your phone... but come on.  Someone HAS to know who she is.  please. Looking for gossip girl?  Send her a text at lunch hour, then you get a message from gossip girl immediately! Use your sleuthing skills!  And eventually she has to graduate! GOOD GOD.  It's killing me.

Anyway.  Gossip Girl blogs, I blog... so I'm blaming blogging on the fact that I'm watching Gossip Girl.  Not the more realistic reason... which is that I'm just terribly in love with over-dramatic high school activities involving gossip and high-fashion.

Oh. And students sleeping with teachers to frighteningly angry music.

xoxo

Let's give'em something to talk about.

On any given day, I send Sam about 15 unprompted text messages that say "I'M RUINED."  (the picture is of one of my favorite responses to my proclamation. So I embroidered it on dish towel. Click the pic to read.)

I send these messages because I'm 119% sure that something inside of me broke off  --it was an emotional regulator-- when I read the Twilight series.

Before December, I like to think that I was a moderately normal human being.  I read a book every week and when it was over, there were a few hours in which I wondered about the lives of the characters.  I'd let my mind wander over hypothetical plot lines, but by the next week, the novel's original plot remained, but for some reason I had absolutely no recollection of the main characters names.  I blame this memory loss partly on the fact that I DO DID read a semi-substantial book every week.

That is, until a month ago.  The ladies and I made something of a pact to go see the movie once we had all read the first book.  "what's all the hype?!  I dont understand teenagers" And so...I started reading the devil vampire books on a rainy car-ride with my parents to go get a piece of equipment that was purchased on ebay.  

Big mistake. BIG EFFING MISTAKE.

For 14 hours in a car, I did nothing but submerge myself in the world of Edward Cullen (vampire sexystrordinaire... not a word) and Bella Swan (normal girl with crush on hot, sweet, overprotective vampire).  And then I was hooked, the regulator broke off and was dropped by the wayside, probably somewhere in Tennessee.  

I think if I had only had 3o minutes to read at a time it would have been one thing.  But after 9 hours in the car, I had finished the first book, and asked my parents to STOP ALONG THE HIGHWAY SO I COULD BUY BOOK 2.  Yes. That's right.  I didn't ask for a "pee stop" all day, but I did ask for a book stop. 

Somewhere in the mystical world of Forks, WA I got lost.  And I think my soul is there somewhere, searching for a fantasy.  

This is only part of the reason why I want to go there.  First and foremost, I want my soul back.  Secondly, I think I need a little fantasy.  But most importantly, I want to go there because I think that it will break the mystery.  It'll help me get over this... this... this absolutely ridiculous affliction that I have.  

That's right folks, I'm addicted to a Tween Novel Series.  I know I've alluded to it before, but I'm not sure you understand.  I really... really really really don't know what happened, but I'm broken.  I think about Edward and his vampire/wolfy cronies all the time.  It's a mess. I'm a mess.  My life's a mess.

I'm ruined.

But until I can find my regulator, I think I'm doomed to listen to the books on tape... conceivably, for the rest of eternity.