Of Breaking Dawn and Nothing Else

I am being driven nearly mad by excitement at the release of Breaking Dawn. I know it's not the most tasteful book to be driven mad by, but I can't help it: from the moment C loaned me Twilight, I was engrossed. Obsessed. For a while, I was dangerously close from actually falling in love with Edward Cullen. I dreamed about the characters. I thought about the characters. I read constantly.
Even now, I can't help myself picking up the books when I see them (almost every day, as they are on my bookshelf). They are my go-to distraction when I'm stressed or upset or worried, or even just bored. You could say I couldn't live without them. They amount of truth I would allow this statement would depend on the day.
Today, it would probably be pretty true.
Now that I've started on the Twilight Series, I might as well finish. I am severely disappointed by the movie. Robert Pattinson, the same actor who played Cedric Diggory in the fourth Harry Potter movie (shudder). You really should know, I did not like Cedric Diggory. He was not hot, which is the entire point of him, really, isn't it? In any case, it kind of ruined the movie Edward for me. The book Edward remains (thankfully) untainted.
Also, they made Laurent African-American. I believe he's described in the book as being white, but I can't be sure. They probably did it for political correctness. Actually, when I think about it, what happens with black vampires? One of the things that is supposed to happen when you become a vampire is that you become really pale, because all of your blood is gone. So I guess, if you were black, you wouldn't get really pale, because only your blood is gone, not your pigment. You would probably just look very devoid of color and sort of gaunt.
In any case, I must go anticipate Breaking Dawn. (I haven't gotten it yet, or I would not be blogging right now. I would be reading, for sure. But I reserved it at the Borders near my house, and they agreed to hold it until the twelfth, when I can pick it up. They better have agreed to hold it for me, after playing bad college rock in my ear for twenty minutes while I was on hold.)

Waiting,
Rosie L.

Of Halfhearted Waves and Reassuring Whispers

I have managed to dig up a young person in this blurred haze of the elderly! I saw him yesterday while I was walking Jordan. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a brown-haired, clearly male, clearly young figure skateboarding down the street I was just about to turn on to. Normally, my heart would not skip a beat at something so trivial. I mean, I see kids skateboarding all the time. It's not exactly a rarity. But here, where 85 percent of the population is over the age of fifty, seeing someone like that is a big deal. And, really, it was everything I had been hoping for. Isn't that why I had toiled down the streets every day, towing a poodle in the sun, sweltering even at five in the evening? Isn't that why I had taken care to make my hair turn in just right, even though I am only visiting my grandma?
But I showed no outward signs of my surprise, and continued walking as if I were completely unphased. When I walked by, I turned to look at him. Because, while I didn't want to appear too keen, it would have been weird to pretend as if I didn't notice him. So I just turned and glanced over at him, nonchalant and brief. A glance that can best be described by the words, "What's that-- oh," and turn away.
To my astonishment, he acknowledged me. Normally it seems to be a code between people my age that you do not wave to someone when you see them unless you know them. It simply isn't done. Nonetheless, he inclined his head and raised two or three fingers in a sort of half-hearted wave. I guess it was the Southern Hospitality thing.
Not that I've been thinking about it too much or anything.
On an equally bright note, I had the most wonderful dream last night. The beginning started out horribly-- I was at theater camp, when I was whisked away to help with the filming of Juno. There must have been something wonky, though, because Juno had already come out, and was already one of my favorite movies. Not to mention I already had a massive crush on Paulie Bleeker. When I got to the set, I found that Ellen Paige hated me and Michael Cera ignored me. Not so good. On my first vacation, I came back to my old school. I was standing by N's old house venting to her and Na, when Michael Cera came up. I went up to feebly apologize to him (for what I'm not sure-- it seemed valid at the time). Then he did something completely unexpected. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me close, and started whispering in my ear. He whispered about how he was sorry for ignoring me, and how I shouldn't let other people's opinions of my affect how I see myself, and all the other things I can't recall now. He whispered about everything. When he finally let me go, I woke up in a joyous haze. It was the best dream I have ever had.
On top of it all, I am counting the days until Breaking Dawn comes out.