On Saturday afternoon, we went to see Twilight the movie and if we thought we work dorks before, well, we were sorely mistaken. In front of us sat two, umm, gentlemen, with Twilight t-shirts on. One said, “I run with vampires” and the other, “Team Edward.” Here, dudes, take it, the dork award goes to you.
In other news, in case you’re interested in an update on TWILIGHT WATCH 2009, as it’s apparently become, Chris surpassed where I was in New Moon and is now about a quarter of the way through Eclipse. It is because of this that I was pissed off at him for the greater part of yesterday morning.
You see, it is one of my biggest pet peeves when people read my magazine before I get to read it. Yes, it’s kind of petty, but dammit, it’s MY Us Weekly and I want to read about J Lo and her skinny husband or Fergie and Josh’s wedding (OMG, did you see her booty in that dress? DAMN!) FIRST!
So, you can imagine I was a little ticked when I was left in the dust by Chris reading MY book (well, really, my aunt’s book, but MINE nonetheless), especially when I had introduced him to it in the first place.
However, being the forgiving, understanding, and loving person I am, I have decided to get over it. Plus, it’s pretty silly to be mad at someone for too much reading, isn’t it? Or is it?
Ha! No, not silly. Its a very reasonable thing to be irritated about! Luckily Kyle has no interest in what I’m reading. HOWEVER… one time I was on a flight (alone) with 2 magazines: Marie Clare and Glamour … and the DUDE sitting next to me asked me MID-FLIGHT (with out so much as having a conversatiaon before this) if he could borrow the magazine I wasn’t reading. He was bored.
This bothered me for MANY reasons… the main reason being… I was ALMOST done with my first magazine and because I didn’t want to turn to him and say, “Seriously? Marie Clare? You want to read about what shoes are in season??” I ended up handing over the magazine. Which meant, I had NOTHING to read for the remainder of the flight. He didn’t even care that I had clearly finished the Glamour and was sitting there, starring at the seat in front of me as he read away.
Of course as we start our decent, he hands it back to me and says “Thanks.” And all I could muster up was, “Um, no problem.” When I should have said, “So what jeans do they suggest for a woman with a little junk in the trunk?” I was ticked.
Anyways… so yes, nobody reads my Us before me!
You are so not alone in your dorkiness.
While Bryce and I didn’t have to share the books (since I was way done before he started them), the “Twilight” craziness still took over.
Let me just say, once you’ve saved the web-released unpublished version of “Midnight Sun” – the Twilight story from Edward’s point of view – to your computer…well, then you will have reached the ultimate pinnacle of “Twilight” nerd-dom.
Welcome to our club.