Upset enough to interrupt my sleep for this
I don’t get how such a huge chunk of the population can be so enamored with the steaming crap that is the Twilight series. I just don’t get it. And it’s not like I’ve never read (and enjoyed) a romance novel. It’s not like I haven’t watched and enjoyed plenty of brainless romantic comedies. NOT LIKE! NO! But I actually feel a modicum of physical pain thinking about how stupid Twilight is. I must end, lest the stupid ruptures a vessel and I bleed out (in hopes that a PROPER vampire comes along and sucks me dry — WHICH IS HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE DONE, BTW, IDIOT WOMAN!)
/ END RANT
So in 2009 I read 65 books, the best of which was Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I saw 56 movies, the best of which was Noises Off (it made me snort with laughter several times). 65 > 56, therefore I succeeded in reading more books than I watched movies. Yay! I did not, however, finish freakin’ 100 Years of Solitude, or the equally freakin’ Moby Dick, so one demerit for me. Second demerit for failing to read 100 books.
I also ended the year weighing seven more pounds than I started it. Which is yay, because how many of YOU can say you’re ready to hibernate through the winter?! YEAH, BABY! (Demerit.)
And now I’m tired of recounting 2009, so end and to bed.