I blame Edward Cullen.

So yeah. NaBloPoMo. Fail.

I blame Edward Cullen.

Thursday was crazy. I bought tickets for The midnight premier of Breaking Dawn Part 1 at the beginning of the week online and had planned on coming home, taking a nap, then heading over to the theater around 7:00PM to get in line. I figured showing up 5 hours early would be a bit overkill but it would give us time to sleep and eat dinner before going and still be one of the first people in line.

I really underestimated just how much crazy teenagers love their vampires.

On the way home from work I decided that it might not be a bad idea to get the tickets early since we’ve had problems before getting tickets there after buying them online. So after running upstairs to change, Cassidy and I headed off to the theater and got there around 4:00PM and there were already people in line. At 4:00PM. 8 hours before the movie started. So as we were getting the tickets I asked the girl working there and she said that the people in the front got there at 8:30AM. In the morning. SIXTEEN HOURS EARLY. She also told me that they had sold over 820 tickets for the movie.

Cassidy was like… we need to be in line RIGHT NOW.

And so here is an interesting fact about me: I have to be the first person (group) into the theater. Second in is okay but if there are three people (groups) in there that means that the selection of BEST SEATS has now been taken by people that were more prepared than I was and during the entire movie I will be annoyed that the second people in there have BETTER SEATS THAN ME. And it will ruin it. And we might as well just go home because the movie sucks.

The End.

We were back in line around 5:00PM with chairs, blankets and carnitas burritos from the Taco joint next to the theater. And then about 15 minutes later I was like HOLY SHIT IT’S COLD WE NEED BETTER GEAR. Cassidy’s Twilight blanket was just NOT cutting it.

After Cassidy’s friend got there I left them to discuss Edward & Bella vs Edward & Jacob and ran back to the house to grabbed scarves, gloves, a few down comforters and some hot chocolate for the girls and a coffee for me. It was about 7:00PM when I got back, the time I had PLANNED on getting there, and the line was down the front of the building, down the side of the building, around the corner and half way down the back of it. I am REALLY GLAD we happened to stop by at 4:00PM. I would NOT have been the 1st (or 2nd or 14th) person in the theater.

I settled in for the long wait with my coffee and a Sookie Stackhouse book on my Nook while the girls ate candy to “stay away” and did laps around the building to let me know how much the line had grown as well as take MANY trips to the bathroom. I think it was warm in the bathroom.

We were finally let in around 10:45PM and they had five theaters open. You got to choose which one you wanted to go into and I choose the one more out of the way thinking the group of 40 in line in front of us would have gone into the closer, bigger theaters and I was right. We were the third group in. And although it cause a slight heart palpitation, we ended up getting the seats I wanted with the bar in front of us instead of seats so we could put our feet up.

Ben showed up at exactly 10:45PM and waited in line long enough to hand his ticket to the attendant to get in the door. He was the clear WINNAR.

So that’s why I didn’t blog on Thursday. We got home about 2:30AM, I was asleep by 3:00AM. My alarm went off an hour and a half later to get up for work. It was brutal.

When I got home from work on Friday I wrote the previous blog and Cassidy and I fell asleep. Woke up long enough to go to dinner with Ben then came home and fell asleep again for the night. I didn’t realize till today that the previous blog had never posted. So basically now I’m TWO days behind. I’m done with NaBloPoMo but that’s okay. I’ve had a good time and feel like I’ve gotten my “blogging legs” back. I also think that when I don’t feel like I have to post EVERY day that my posts will be better. Better quality, a little less often.

Starting tomorrow. When I write a review of the new Twilight movie. Basic synopsis: MEH.

Again, I blame Edward Cullen.

Postdate.

So I technically missed yesterday’s post but I’m back dating this. I’M CHEATING. But because I literally had NO CHANCE to post yesterday. I’ll explain this in a few hours when I’ve had some sleep. 1.5 hours of sleep is NOT ENOUGH. In a nutshell yesterday (today if you’re going by the date of this post) this happened:

MORE SOON!

NAPTIME!

swoon (verb): to be deeply affected by passion for (someone)

Ben informed me tonight of his dislike for the word ‘swoon’. When I asked him to explain he said it’s because other than the fact that the word just sucks, I am not a “swooner”, I don’t swoon.

What?! I SWOON! I think I’m just different than most girls and I don’t like to ANNOUNCE the fact that I’ve just turned into a bucket of emotional goo because I’ve taken great care for a long time not to let people see me weak or emotional. I’ve never wanted to be one of “those” girls.

Example:
The other night when I was right in the middle of reading New Moon Ben wanted to go to dinner. I would have gladly skipped dinner to sit and read and pine and hope that Edward would FINALLY make his way back to Bella so I could stop wanting to hate her for leading Jacob on and, SERIOUSLY, FOOD!? I was being difficult, no doubt. I wanted Mexican, he wanted the Irish Pub and finally I agreed and said FINE, LETS JUST GO THE DAMN PUB SO I CAN GET HOME AND CONTINUE BEING AN EMO VAMPIRE WORSHIPER. He asked me if I was sure the pub was okay and I yelled back calmly answered I’LL GO WHEREVER YOU WANT!

When we turned into the parking lot where the Mexican place was I asked him, “What are you doing?” And he just responded, “Going where I want to eat.”

*swoon*

He really didn’t want to go eat there but he did. And the only reason he did it was to make me happy. The car was dark and I looked the other way when the blood hit my cheeks, but trust me, it happened.

Another Example:
This is the conversation that happened tonight. To say I’ve had a few rough days would be a drastic understatement and I can’t tell you how supportive and wonderful Ben has been to me. I’ll explain all this later when I’m not feeling so ‘raw’ but he’s kept my head just above the water and I’ve never loved him more than I do right now.

And I might have taken a bit of advantage of his unwavering support when I asked him this question…

Me: So, will you go see Twilight with me this weekend?
Ben: Sure!
Me: *blink* *blink* What?
Ben: Yes.
Me: …seriously?!
Ben: Yeah.
Me: *stunned*
(a bit more unrelated conversation about Bon-Bons)
Me: So you’ll really go see it with me?
Ben: Yeah, I think could be good, I watched the trailer*.
Me: Did you swoon?
Ben: NO. And I hate that word, every time I hear it I want to throw up.

*I don’t actually believe that he thinks it’s “good”. Or even “not bad” which I think might have been the words he actually used. Either way, Twilight is NOT the kind of movie that he would choose to go to. As a matter of fact, I know, without a doubt, that Ben’s really wanting to see Quantum of Solace.

Ben, you’re choosing to partake in my idiotic 13 year old vampire on mortal love obsession because… I don’t know, I really need you right now? You love me? You know that it just means a lot to me to make a ‘sacrifice’? Because you are scared to let me loose on the general public right now? For whatever reason, I know that it’s not because you are excited to see this movie IN THE LEAST.

And I swooned.

I just turned around and stirred the food on the stove so my back would be to you when I blushed. As much as I love it when you tease me when that happens, when you see my cheeks turn red and you smile and point out to me that it’s not just cold green acid flowing through my veins, I was scared that the sudden adrenaline flow that usually follows would probably be crippling enough for me to fall to the floor and cry for three hours straight.

I do swoon and to prove it to you I’m going to make it a point to be more like those silly girls and when I swoon I’ll find a way to gracefully flaunt it in your face.

I love you.