Edward Cullen and the many other reasons life is a touch off right now...

I think the world really needed the above image (thanks go to my dearest Juan for sending it). And I would like to say (get ready, one of my infamous "asides" is approaching)... my favorite Edward Cullen is the one wearing Rayban Wayfarers. So dang hot. I have now seen Twilight twice, so I am an authority on the matter. [I have a pair of Wayfarers, and they are definitely sexy. Slap them on a dude with a cold/sparkly marble chest? Yes, please.]

Which brings me to my next point: who cries in a movie like Twilight? And better yet, who cries the SECOND time they watch Twilight? Related question: what has two thumbs and cries while they watch Twilight?

Yes, it is me. This is very telling of my current state of affairs.

Related: I have awesome friends. Dani, Rachel and I all went to the midnight showing of Twilight on its opening day (Dani discusses the great event here, replete with a photo), and Rob went with me for the second go-round this evening (it was his second time as well, but don't tell anyone I told you that). None of the above mentioned friends made fun of me for crying (unless you count the "And there were even tears shed *cough*Colleen*cough" sentence included in Dani's post, which I don't). This is what makes them great.

For the record, I don't cry very much. So, why this pathetic show of ridiculousness?

I'm aching for an Edward! I felt this much more acutely on this wonderful day set aside for the Giving of Thanks. It was my first Turkey Day away from family in all my 24.5 years and I definitely felt some growing pains.

When I got home from tonight's events, I returned the calls I had missed: my Mama, my brother Derek, and my sister Crys. They all got to hear about how sad I was that I wasn't with them and how alone I feel (I'm sure that made their day). This somehow devolved into a pathetic show of: "Why don't I have an Edward Cullen??? I'm infinitely more interesting than Bella Swan!!" (Actually, I have never ever said those words in my life until this very moment. More acurately, the words were more like: "It is so obnoxious that I don't have a Dream Boat Captain yet. What is wrong with this situation? Lame! Waaaaaaaaahhh...etc. etc." Okay, so it wasn't exactly like that, either, but you get the idea.)

To be honest (not unlike the rest of this embarrassing post), I never really have the time to feel lonely. But on the slow, lazy days of vacation time... I recognize that it sure would be nice to have some lovin' in my life.

Maybe after May 17, 2010.