A list of conclusions I have come to in the past few days (which I am entering here because no one reads this, which I think is awesome):

ALERT: The first four items are essentially me just rambling, so if you really want the reason I'm even posting this, go to the bottom. I'll bold it for you.

1. I hate Stephanie Meyers's Twilight series with the undying passion that a spider carries for a fly's blood. The first book goes something along these lines: Arizona, topaz, Edward, topaz, topaz, topaz, (insert cliche of choice here), topaz, topaz, (insert cliche of choice here), topaz, (insert cliche of choice here), topaz, topaz, topaz, vampires, topaz, hotel, broken leg, topaz, school function, topaz. Topaz. If anyone ever used the phrase 'liquid pools of topaz' to describe anything prior to the mind-numbing overuse it experienced in that book, I'm a monkey's uncle. Not only are the tone and plot cliched, but the writing is bad as well. Not your typical bad, either. I mean self-insertion, personal fantasy, Mary-Sue, small vocabulary bad. Grr. Alright, I'm finished.

2. Meryl Streep in Mamma Mia could kill me with a handsaw and I would still be laughing and adoring her. Her acting is positively jaw-dropping, even if it's odd seeing her appear in something based off the songs of Abba when she usually does little artsy things like Ironweed and Sophie's Choice.

3. After upwards of twelve years, the original Star Wars can still knock off my socks. Leave my dorkiness alone; it makes me happy that I can make obscure references to bonus features no one cares about except my father and me. :]

4. I love my job.

5. I can no longer take DA. It's driving me up the wall and not functioning and...euch. Therefore, I'm leaving. I haven't decided whether or not I'll be taking my stuff down or not, but most likely. I know, you're all terribly disappointed. ::rolls eyes::

Fin.