Sigh...it's a New Moon.

......so it only took about 15 seconds into that trailor to remind me how much I really dislike that limp noodle chick playing Bella. I mean for serious. If I were playing across from RPattz you best believe you would hear fire and passion and ohmygodi'mstandingnexttoedward/cederic in my voice. But she sounds like she just came from a lecture on molecular genetics and has nothing else to do pass the time between classes so she thought she would just step onto this movie set and pretend to fucking act.

(sorry mom, I know I'm supposed to lay off the F word but it just gets my goat.)

It's like she only deigned to show up. Freaking amateur.

PS - Oh, and Jacob? Um, YUM. Might want to lay off the roids a bit, but holyshit he's delicious.

PPS - and that whole werewolf thing was pretty damn cool, too. Seems they finally found the bags of money someone buried under the set as a practical joke during filming of the first movie.

My mom's new name is Captain Obvious.

Went to dinner and a movie tonight with my folks. Yup. Hot date.

At dinner mom was quite the Witty Woman.

After reviewing the menu:
Mom: What's in the 4-Cheese Ravioli?
Me: Well, there's four cheeses. And they are tucked inside ravioli pasta.
Mom: Huh.

In discussing the makings of a True Cosmo:
Dad: A real cosmo has Contreau. It's like $40 a bottle!
Mom: Well, that's something we get in the duty free.
Me: We'll have to remember to grab a bottle when we're on GC.
Mom: And don't forget you have to pack that in your checked bags, you can't bring it on the plane. They don't like that.
Me: Wow. Thank you Captain Obvious.

Did I ever mention my mom's Lent routine? Each year she gives up wine for Lent. Which would be really honorable if A) we attended church and B) she didn't trade up to Manhattans and Cosmos.

The last time I was in a church that didn't involve European sight-seeing or a wedding was when I was seven. Our family are more like invisible silent worshipers. And who drinks Manhattans anymore? Seriously.

We walked into the movie theater behind a blind guy. I just couldn't help but wonder if he shouldn't be offered a 1/2 price ticket.

Yeah, I'm waiting for the lightning strike from above. Daily.

(But since I'm a invisible silent worshipper, does that mean the lightning will be invisible silent? Cause that's kind of a spooky thought.)

In case you were wondering, we saw the movie Duplicity. It was slow moving, similar in style to the Oceans movies, and starred a very handsome guy with a fantastic accent.

Mmmm. I love me some accents.

Anyhow, I got to thinking as I watched this movie that I would make an absolutely awesome terrible spy. For one thing, I simply cannot keep my mouth shut (fired banned from volunteering ring a bell?). And despite my witty banter I'm really not that great at conning people. I don't bluff. And I forget things easily. Between leaving my hotel room and meeting my mark at the bar, I would completely forget my cover and during my escape when I shed my clothing in an effort to change my appearance I would forget my wallet in the jacket and my cell phone in the purse. Cause that's just the sort of dumbass things I do.

So I guess its a good thing I'm not set on being a spy.

Or am I?

Since leaving The Rock...

I cannot stop pulling into the left lane.

I keep revving the engine when starting my father's Accord.

I check under my sheets every night for centipedes and donkey spiders.

Between the thousands of cars and crazy amount of blinking roadside advertisments, driving at night is incredibly distracting.

I bought and began Twilight (yes, I'm a sucker).

I've knitted a hat and a scarf. [I've also been to the yarn shop twice and bought 4 new skeins of yarn. Addicted? Why, Yes Please!]

I've watched 5 new movies.

I fit into size ten jeans.

*GASP*

Did that last one really happen? YES. I seriously almost announced it to the entire Gap dressing room. This is a feat that has not been accomplished since 1996. And how did I celebrate this little monumental change? I walked around the corner to The Great American Cookie Company and bought myself a Double Doozie.

Actually, I just walked by and sniffed them. The eating part was simply my imagination.

It tasted better to fit into the jeans anyhow.