TrueBlood, Twilight, and Hangovers
I just got done watching the first season of TrueBlood. I finished it in about four days because its the first thing I do after feeding the cats and changing out of my unifrom when I get home from work everynight. And on the nights that Jeff doesn't get home til late I can get through maybe four or five episodes at a sitting. I read the Southern Vampire Novels alongside Alaina in the early years of highschool but I couldn't for the life of me remember who the killer was. Besides, the TV series was much different than the books but I certainly plan on buying Season 2. The TV series is one of those storylines I can just sink into and think about in my sleep.
Yesterday afternoon, Krystle invited me over to watch TrueBlood over at her and Brandon's place. I knew Jeff would want to go over there because he misses hanging out with his friends like he did before I moved out here for the summer. So I agreed to head over after Jeff got off work at 5:30 and we ate something. The plan quickly changed from TrueBlood to Cornhole until dark then Skipbo as a drinking game. One and a half drinks= active libido; 3 wine coolers, a ylangylang and a half, and some bud= vomitting in bed for three and half hours into a gray 2 gallon bucket and saltines, gingerale, and 2 advil for breakfast. I will never drink again I loudly tell myself and my boyfriend who feels fine. I've been snippy with him this morning, even after my three hour nap this afternoon. He doesn't fail to point it out.
My computer is still cRaShEd unfortunately and Jeff's running diagnostics tests on it while he's at work. It feels alien to be typing this on a notepad on his computer instead of in Microsoft Word. I can't even find Microsoft Word on this damn computer. There are two or three things I want to talk about including the impression Celeste left me with on Twilight and why I find all men who are not blood-related to me "unerringly ceaselessly disappointing" but its not really important to hash out those things so publically....
I'm reading Twilight because all of my work buddies really enjoyed the series like Kim and Cherry (and now Kasey who is reading them) and after attending the midnight premire of the movie with all the girls yowling and screaming for Edward and Jacob during the screening, I've developed a certain level of affection for the storyline. Unfortunately! The books haven't quite held up to what I'd hoped for. Twilight would be a great book if I wasn't already familiar with vampire literature. The idea is already one that I've sunk my teeth into. And while I still adore the movie, the first 229 pages of Twilight only appealed to me in one part where Edward threatens to drag her back to his car if she runs for hers, and my favorite two paragraphs, Stephanie Meyer's description of La Push Beach:
"The water was dark gray, even in the sunlight, white-capped and heaving to the gray, rocky shore. Islands rose out of the steel harbor waters with sheer cliff sides, reaching to uneven summits, and crowned with austere, soaring firs. The beach had only a thin border of actual sand at the water's edge, after which it grew into millions of large, smooth stones that looked uniformly gray from a distance, but close up were every shade a stone could be: terra-cotta, sea green, lavender, blue gray, dull gold. The tide line was strewn with huge driftwood trees, bleached bone white in the salt waves, some piled together against the edge of the forest fringe, some lying solitary just out of reach of the waves. There was a brisk wind coming of the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the sweels while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for nwow the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky" (Twilight, pg 115).
I haven't given up on the book, I'm just not enamored or hypnotized the way everyone else is by Edward Cullen. I'd still prefer Simon or Louis or Richard or Sam Merlotte to the Cullens.
Yesterday afternoon, Krystle invited me over to watch TrueBlood over at her and Brandon's place. I knew Jeff would want to go over there because he misses hanging out with his friends like he did before I moved out here for the summer. So I agreed to head over after Jeff got off work at 5:30 and we ate something. The plan quickly changed from TrueBlood to Cornhole until dark then Skipbo as a drinking game. One and a half drinks= active libido; 3 wine coolers, a ylangylang and a half, and some bud= vomitting in bed for three and half hours into a gray 2 gallon bucket and saltines, gingerale, and 2 advil for breakfast. I will never drink again I loudly tell myself and my boyfriend who feels fine. I've been snippy with him this morning, even after my three hour nap this afternoon. He doesn't fail to point it out.
My computer is still cRaShEd unfortunately and Jeff's running diagnostics tests on it while he's at work. It feels alien to be typing this on a notepad on his computer instead of in Microsoft Word. I can't even find Microsoft Word on this damn computer. There are two or three things I want to talk about including the impression Celeste left me with on Twilight and why I find all men who are not blood-related to me "unerringly ceaselessly disappointing" but its not really important to hash out those things so publically....
I'm reading Twilight because all of my work buddies really enjoyed the series like Kim and Cherry (and now Kasey who is reading them) and after attending the midnight premire of the movie with all the girls yowling and screaming for Edward and Jacob during the screening, I've developed a certain level of affection for the storyline. Unfortunately! The books haven't quite held up to what I'd hoped for. Twilight would be a great book if I wasn't already familiar with vampire literature. The idea is already one that I've sunk my teeth into. And while I still adore the movie, the first 229 pages of Twilight only appealed to me in one part where Edward threatens to drag her back to his car if she runs for hers, and my favorite two paragraphs, Stephanie Meyer's description of La Push Beach:
"The water was dark gray, even in the sunlight, white-capped and heaving to the gray, rocky shore. Islands rose out of the steel harbor waters with sheer cliff sides, reaching to uneven summits, and crowned with austere, soaring firs. The beach had only a thin border of actual sand at the water's edge, after which it grew into millions of large, smooth stones that looked uniformly gray from a distance, but close up were every shade a stone could be: terra-cotta, sea green, lavender, blue gray, dull gold. The tide line was strewn with huge driftwood trees, bleached bone white in the salt waves, some piled together against the edge of the forest fringe, some lying solitary just out of reach of the waves. There was a brisk wind coming of the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the sweels while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for nwow the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky" (Twilight, pg 115).
I haven't given up on the book, I'm just not enamored or hypnotized the way everyone else is by Edward Cullen. I'd still prefer Simon or Louis or Richard or Sam Merlotte to the Cullens.