Well there's lots of smart of ideas in books i never read

It's hard to believe that 10 years ago I went to a New Years eve party where we were all so original to blast Prince's "1999" at the stroke of midnight. This year Rob and I went out to dinner, came home before my parents and watched the ball drop from my parent's living room, am I getting old? Obviously I am, but I like that at 25 I don't feel guilty or lame for having no plans other than tv watching .. a kiss of death in 99.  

Xmas break wrapped up quickly and I definitely was not in hurry to see it end like I described in the previous post. I definitely got my fill of food and sleep and which is showing in my gut ... hopefully it will take about the same time to take off as it did to put on. 

I was worried Rob would be taken aback by the family gift to him (OK, my mom's gift to him), but he seems to love his iPhone like a mother loves her newborn, so I think we're in the clear. 

I didn't make good on my promise to catch up on Lost, but I got a second wind and made it into on the second disc of season 3 ... as long as school doesn't start right in with the coursework, I just may be caught up before the premiere. 

Lastly, this is hilarious 

I'm semi-embarrassed to have read the Twilight saga. It's teenage trash literature and for me, an excellent time waster when my life was otherwise a haze of ulcer-exacerbating stress. But I do cringe at the thought of legions of teenage/tween girls swallowing it whole as the gospel (according to Joseph Smith ... but that's another story) truth. I enjoy the plot driven narrative, but understand that the lead female character is an awful combination of weak-willed, narcissistic, insecure and deluded. There is no development of the central relationship we are supposed to root for and some of the dialogue is so laughably bad it felt like parody ... but I know that. I weep for the 12 year old girl waiting for the pale guy with no sense of humor who will control her like a father for whom she can throw her future away at 18 because he likes her scent and she likes the way his muscles look under his shirt. Anyway ... this article pretty much nails Stephanie Meyer. I can take it for what it is ... but sometimes hate myself when I read some of the passages.