Too excited

So, in less than 24 hours we will be seeing New Moon.

I’m normally anti-mega-popular-culture. Well that was before Harry Potter. Before Lord of the Rings. And DEFINITELY before Twilight. Ugh. What has happened to me? Pretty soon I’ll be putting posters of Robert Pattinson up on my walls. Someone shoot me.

Anyway, speaking to my not-so-sane-child-like-psyche at the moment, I think it’s great. Actually, freaking awesome. I would use worse expletives but as I have a 2 year old and I try not to curse out loud, I fear that writing it would be just as bad. These are definitely my favorite books. I put off reading them forever, because I figured after my Harry Potter obsession/fiasco that I would never get roped into another over the top teenage girl obsession again. Well, screw it, I was absolutely wrong. More wrong than wrong could possibly be. I have read the 4 books more times than I have read all of the Harry Potter books combined, and we all remember my HP days. *sigh* I really should be reading engrossing ethnographies, and books on gerontology, and on sexual disorders that actually apply to my up and coming promising, very interesting (!) career. But no, I’m reading about vampires, along with the 9000000 other sickeningly infatuated girls. Oh well. Can’t deny what makes you happy. So, go to Stephenie Meyer. She, totally, rules.