Twilight Movie Review

OK. So as you know I saw the Twilight movie on November 20-21(midnight showing) 2008. Here are my thoughts on the movie: IT SUCKED!!! I thought it was horrible! it had the potential to be the best movie ever made but no... it bit the big one. The acting was horrible, the special effects sucked, the script was sooooo bad I wanted to cry, and they just totally and completely ruined the movie! I wass soooo disappointed you don't even know. whoa! almost ran into a wall! if you don't know already i'm at school writing this post . and if you haven't figured it out yet I am writing this and walking. so anyways back to my review as my fingers freeze.... ok so the script was soooo bad! they replaced the best lines in the book with the stupid lines in the movie or they just forgot them all completely. ugh! I was soooo mad!

*sigh*

ok so yes I AM rereading Twilight for the billionth time... ok so 22nd time... and *sigh* I hate reading it because then I get so absorbed that I forget about everything else and don't want to sleep until I've read the whole thing. like right now. i'm exhausted but I want to finish it.... next time tune in for my review of the Twilight movie.

@ susie's

okso right now i am sitting in the recliner at susie's house where emy is asleep and ty is trying to grab the laptop and play with it. Ana and mi padre are watching Monster Squad. oh i thought i was just hallucinating. or gone mental or something. So anyways ty found and is playing with this ball and it is one of those that you cAN record voices on it. and my sister's voice is saying "sillybutt, love you" needless to say my sister is a weirdo. but i still love her. so anyways i wanna go to the midnight showing of twilight but i don't think my mom is gonna let me now. ok so i burned my foot with the curling iron and my mom just barely saw it and she started yelling at me in spanish calling me stupid and stuff. Like i did it on purpose! why the hell would i do it on purpose!?!? it hurts like nobody's business. So anyways i'm gonna leave you laughing at my clutzo self. click here for some cool twilight shirt ideas.

Lost a Fan...

Ok i totally was disappointed in Breaking Dawn. Maybe I just expected too much and maybe I was just so disappointed at the weak ending but quite honestly it has nothing to do with Stephenie herself. She wrote a great first book and it was probably just hard to live up to that. But that was only half of why she lost me as a Twilight Fan. I mean i Love Edward as much as the next girl but he just did a 180 and changed too much for me. I quite honestly don't see how that was Stephenie's favorite book. It may have been fun for her to write it but it definitely wasn't fun for me to read it. The Twilight movie is another reason I'm not a HUGE twilight fan like i was before. I just think that most movies that are based on book just turn out horrible. Now some come out great but i don't think that this will be one of them. So Now my favorite book is the Host. Stephenie don't write a sequel and ruin it! Bye For Now...

Ok this is my OPINION. I just want to state that because i don't wanna have to deal with the crap if i didn't write that.

Breaking Dawn!

Hahaha! I get to go! I can't wait. not going to bed til i read it! :)

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"Wee bit" interesting... All About Accents

Hahaha! The title goes out to you. You know who you are. El-oh-el!

Ok so anyways... Ok you know how i like love British people cuz they have really cool accents? Well if you didn't #1 where have you been and #2 you do now. Well anyways i saw this girl at Borders on Sunday and she was like yelling at someone on the phone calling them a "wanker" El-oh-el! It was really funny. They are totally interesting cuz they call everything a different name.

Oh. Dude at the Palermo's in town, town(not by Fry's), the owner is Albanian and When i first asked him where he his accent was from he was all Albanian, from Albania. and it so totally reminded me of the movie with Denzel Washington. Man i just forgot the name. You know the one where he is a detective and he is trying to get the robber out of the bank...AH! What is the name of it?!? Ok so anyways I'll think about it some more...So anyways in the movie there is this part where they are trying to figure out what language this dude is speaking so they bast it out to the streets of New York to see if anyone knows what language it is and this construction worker says "It's Albanian, from Albania." El-oh-el! That's what it reminded me of.

In Honor of Our title: "I can't believe I'm in love with a Leprechaun!" and "Stop acting Bilingual!"

Ok i couldn't rememer the title so i IMDB-ed it and Now i remember it! Hey that's not cheating... The movie with Denzel the one i was talking about is called Inside Man.

OME! OME! OME!

OK I'm like super excited! Last night my mom just like made my summer. I'm so gonna have to try harder to get along with her. She's gonna let me go to the Breaking Dawn Release Party! Ah! I'm sooooo excited! I can't wait til August 1st! It feels like its forever away! OME! OME! OME! When i think about it i get so excited I think that i will hyperventalate! El-oh-El! =] I just can't wait. I'm going to the Barnes and Noble one in Avondale. It starts at 10pm and the start selling Breaking Dawn at Midnight

Hola Peoples!

Hey guys hows it hanging? Good? Good! El-oh-el! OME! Someone totally stole my way of spelling LOL(El-Oh-El)! Them jerks! Ok totally sucks that i have a teat tomorrow! I HATE tests...with a fiery passion! Oh my gosh remind me to NEVER and i repeat NEVER watch movies with Benny and Belle! The made me keep rewinding Night at the Museum. Only the parts with a dinosaur, the part with the train, and the part where is the monkey is slapping Ben Stiller. Oh my Edward! Today is Twilight Tuesday! I can't wait to check it out! Ok ok ok! Also check out the Breaking Dawn countdown clock.

Hey guys

Hey guys me again. Man i really need to learn how to type without looking at the keyboard... hmmmm... Ok well anyways...AH! ok guys just gonna say one very important thing so PAY ATTENTION: QUIT TEXTING ME FORWARDS! Ok now that i got that message out of the way... Ok here's whats new with me....I had a test today which i probably failed. And last night was totally freaky. Idk what was wrong with me but i was having some problems. And yes Ana i know that you are gonna say that i already had problems but not that kind. =P!!! hahaha! Dude i think i must have been like majorly tired cuz whenever a commercial would come on i would just start crying. It was weird cuz when a show was on i could like focus but when it was over or on commerial i would feel majorly tired and idk it was just weird. Wow i just realized that i talk to myself a lot. Well its a convo between me and me (hehehe) in my head. weird...Does everyone do that or just me???? Wow...Some people...JEEZ! Man i'm in the Comms lab at EMCC and i'm waiting for my mom and there is this old lady at the computer across from me and everytime i take a drink of my pepsi she juat stares, not GLARES, at me. Its totally weird that she keeps ging me the stink eye. (Or maybe she just looks like that...i wonder if she smells like soup...)Hahaha! So anyways my mom better hurry cuz i'm hungry and she promised to take me to Barnes and Noble today! Yayy! I need some new books i only have like a hundred something. Ok this girl next to me is really starting to bug me. I think she has like a staring/annoying/nosey problem. She keeps looking at my screen and asking me what i'm writing. I told her and she's like "Oh! I love blogs! I'll check it out when i get home!" So no doubt i'll have some weird comments on here tomorrow.

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El-oh-el! OK I'm gonna quit talking like that because it is taking forever. Yea! Today went by pretty fast. It really doesn't seem like I've been up since 5:45(late!)
Dude ok i really do have a new favorite song to add to my list. =] BUT **"here's the kickster" "kicker, bones. Here's the kicker"** I can't tell you WHY its my favorite unless....Well I'll tell you when you tell me the key words but not before and I'm telling you the words either. =P Soooooo...If you still wanna know what song just comment and I'll post it

**The quote that has the double asterisk (**) next to it is a quote from Bones, staring David Boreanaz(Woohoo!) and Emily Deschanel

Ok people thiis is it!

Ok maybe i'm going insane here or maybe you people are just weird and don't check your email. Ok some peoples here have been calling me past 9 o' clock. well here's news i'm not gonna be up that late. I can't if i have to be up at 5:30 so if you are gonna call me do it before nine or just email/text/comment/ or just leave a voicemail. I promise i will get back to you unlike some people who ALMOST never reply back to my emails until like after 2 months! i'M SERIOUR people. man i Don't like this computer table that i have been sitting at on and off for the past 3 hours! my mom needs to seriosly hurry up and get here

Summer

Hey avid readers! Hahaha! I've always wanted to say that! =] Well anyways i'm supposed to be in math lab doing homework but it was full and i didn't really feel like doing it anyways. So anyways as you can see i have obviously changed my blog...AGAIN! El-oh-el! How many times is that anyways? and Catie whats up wit your blog? i hate how it never lets me post comments! and Jazzi you rarely ever write! What is it with you people?!?! And Ana your blog name is so comfusing i always for get the address text it to me and i'll put it on my links page. kk? Well anyways again i am bored...IF you can't already tell then why on earth do i talk to you? OK GUYS THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN 59 DAYS TIL BREAKING DAWN! I found this thing that i love it says and i quote "You think i'm excited for the move? AUGUST 2,2008!" isn't it great? Well i think so anyways. I'm seriously gonna write in here almost everyday well at least M-Th cuz thats when i'm at school. I'm sooooo glad that its only 5 weeks but then it starts again after school. BLAH! But hey if gets me to where i wanna be then 5 words... That is totlly awesome! OK dudes gtg for now gonna start my book that i always said i was gonna write. =]

La-La-La

Ok~ So today was my first Day of COLLEGE! Yea! It was ok. The instructor is pretty cool but i dont like having math for three hours followed by homework time too much. Especially not when i have to get up at 5:30 in the morning so i wont be late. At least its only 5 weeks. Ok here's how my day went today
5:00~Alarm rings i hit snooze
5:15~Alarm Rings again, and again i hit snooze
5:30~Alarm rings and my dad yells at me to get up
5:35~Get dressed
5:40~Feed dogs
5:45~Straighten hair
6:05~Mom looking for keys and realizes her phone was dead
6:15~Stop by dad's work to pick up his personal phone
6:45~Arrive at Estrella Mountain Community College
7:05~Class Starts
7:45~Break
8:05~Class Resumes
9:20~Teacher lets us out early
9:35~A extremely crazy Ana Russo yells at us for not being in class then takes us on a quick tour
10:00~Stupposed tohave math lab but no homework tonight so we go get id's instead
10:30~Jen, Caitlin and I go to Comms Lab to find out how to axcess our accounts
10:50~Jen, Caitlin and I go to security to get forms for parking permits
10:55~Caitlin leaves and Jen and i try to find our way back to Octillo hall where my mom is supposed to pick me up
11:15~Jen and i lost and have been wandering around campus after 2 security gurads pointed us in the wrong direction
11:20~We make it back in time to see my mom pull up. I say goodbye to Jen and get into the car
11:30~Mom takes me to Panda Express(Orange Chicken, Beef and Broccoli and Chow Mein!)
11:55~Mom drives me back to EMCC so she can look up acedemic articles on my account
12:45~Go to Barnes and Noble
2:20~Leave Barnes and Noble
3:00~Get home and read
4:15~Get online to check People, CNN , and Blog in which i am now writing.

And when the Parental Units get back they are taking me for another driving lesson.
WOW! i have a full day! no wonder i'm beat!

More tomorrow! 4 sure!
♥Me


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And i texted Catie all throughout the day....(Happy???)

Breaking Dawn Preface and 1st Chapter

PREFACE

I'D HAD MORE THAN MY FAIR SHARE OF NEAR DEATH experiences, it wasn't something you ever really got used to.

It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.

Still, this time was so different from the others.

You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kind of killers - the monsters, the enemies.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?

If it was someone you truly loved?










1. ENGAGED




NO ONE IS STARING AT YOU, I PROMISED MYSELF. NO ONE is staring at you. No one is staring at you.

But, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.

As I sat waiting for the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right - in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore?

Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn't really staring at me, just the car.

My car. Sigh.

I glanced to the left and groaned. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared. Behind them, Mr. Marshall was gawking through the plate glass window of his little souvenir shop. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass. Yet.

The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking - the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving.

Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine.

"Argh!' I gasped as I fumbled for the brake. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway.

I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was gone now. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again.

I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. If I hadn't been running on vapors, I wouldn't have come into town at all. I was going without a lot of things these days, like...(?) and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public.

Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge pick up the pace. They... (?) by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to anger me.

It wasn't bright out – a typical drizzly day in Forks, Washington – but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.

It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matter what people were saying about my engagement? About my new car? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hit in my back pocket right now?

“Yeah, who cares what they think”. I muttered under my breath.

“Um, miss?” a man's voice called.

I turned, and then wished I hadn't.

Two men stood beside a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied on top. Neither of them was looking at me; they both were staring at the car.

Personally, I didn't get it. But then, I was just proud I could distinguish between the symbols for Toyota, Ford and Chevy. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me.

“I'm sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you're driving?” the tall one asked.

“Um, a Mercedes, right?”

“Yes,” the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer. “I know. But I was wondering, is that... are you driving a Mercedes Guardian?” The man said the name with reverence. I had a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward, my... my fiancé (there really was no getting around that truth with the wedding just days away). “They aren't supposed to be available in Europe yet,” the man went on, “let alone here.”

While his eyes traced the contours of my car – it didn't look much different from any other Mercedes sedan to me, but what did I know? - I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiancé, wedding, husband, etc.

I just couldn't put it together in my head.

On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets. But more than that, I just couldn't reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn't visualize him in any commonplace role.

Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up in a dizzy spin of fantasies. The stranger had to clear his throat to get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about the car's make and model.

“I don't know,” I told him honestly.

“Do you mind if I take a picture with it?”

It took me a second to process that. “Really? You want to take a picture with the car?”

“Sure – nobody is going to believe me if I don't get proof.”

“Um. Okay. Fine.”

I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide while the enthusiast dug a huge professional-looking camera out of his backpack. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood, and then they went to take pictures at the back end.

“I miss my truck,” I whimpered to myself.

Very, very convenient – too convenient – that my truck would wheeze it's last wheeze just weeks after Edward and I had agreed to our lopsided compromise, one detail of which was that he'd be allowed to replace my truck when it passed on. Edward swore it was only to be expected, my truck had lived a long, full life and then expired of natural causes. According to him. And, of course, I had no way to verify his story or to try to raise my truck from the dead on my own. My favorite mechanic – I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion. Instead, I listened to the men's voice outside, muted by the car walls.

“...went at it with a flame thrower in the online video. Didn't even pucker the paint.”

“Of course not. You could roll a tank over this baby. Not much of a market for one over here. Designed for Middle East diplomats, arms dealers, and drug lords mostly.”

“Think she's something?” the short one asked in a softer voice. I ducked my head.

“Huh”. the tall one said. “Maybe. Can't imagine what you'd need missle-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for around here. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous.”

Body armor. Four thousand pounds of body armor. And missle-proof glass? Nice. What happened to good old-fashioned bulletproof?

Well, at least this made some sense – if you had a twisted sense of humor.

It wasn't like I hadn't expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so that he could give so much more than he would receive. I'd agreed that he could replace my truck when it needed replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of course. When I'd been forced to admit that the truck had become no more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevys on my curb, I knew his idea of replacement was probably going to embarrass me. Make me focus of stares and whispers. I'd been right about that part. But even in my darkest imaginings I had not foreseen that he would get me two cars.

The “before” car. He'd told me it was a loaner and promised that he was returning it after the wedding. It all had made absolutely no sense to me.

Until now.

Ha ha. Because I was so fragilely human, so accident prone, so much a victim to my own dangerous bad luck, apparently I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe. Hilarious. I was sure he and his brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back.

Or maybe, just maybe, a small voice whispered in my head, it's not a joke, silly. Maybe he's really that worried about you. This wouldn't be the first time he's gone a little overboard trying to protect me.

I sighed.

I hadn't seen the “after” car yet. It was hidden under a sheet in the deepest corner of the Cullens garage. I knew most people would have peeked by now, but I really didn't want to know.

Probably no body armor on that car – because I wouldn't need it after the honeymoon. Virtual indestructibility was just one of the many perks I was looking forward to. The best parts about being a Cullen were not expensive cars and impressive credit cards.

“Hey”. the tall man called, cupping his hands to the glass in an effort to peer in. “We're done now. Thanks a lot!”

“You're welcome”. I called back, and then tensed as I started the engine and eased the pedal –ever so gently– down...

No matter how many times I drove down the familiar road toward home, I still couldn't make the rain- washed flyers fade into the background. Each one of them, stapled to telephone poles and taped to street signs, was like a fresh slap in the face. A well-deserved slap in the face.

My mind was sucked back into the thought. I'd interrupted so immediately before. I couldn't avoid it on this road. Not with pictures of my favorite mechanic flashing past me at regular intervals.

My best friend. My Jacob.

The HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? Posters were not Jacob's father's idea. It had been my father, Charlie, who'd printed up the flyers and spread them all over town. And not just Forks, but Port Angeles and Sequim and Hoquiam and Aberdeen and every other town in the Olympic Peninsula... He'd made sure that all the police stations in the state of Washington had the same flyer hanging on the wall, too. His own station had a whole cork board dedicated to finding Jacob. A cork board that was mostly empty, much to his disappointment and frustration.

My dad was disappointed with more than the lack of response. He was most disappointed with Billy, Jacob's father – and Charlie's closest friend.

For Billy's not being more involved with the search for his sixteen-year-old “runaway.” For Billy's refusing to put up the flyers in La Push, the reservation on the coast that was Jacob's home. For his seeming resigned to Jacob's disappearance, as if there was nothing he could do. For his saying, “Jacob's grown up now. He'll come home if he wants to.”

And he was frustrated with me for taking Billy's side.

I wouldn't put up posters, either. Because both Billy and I knew where Jacob was, roughly speaking, and we also knew that no one had seen this boy.

The flyers put the usual big, fat lump in my throat, the usual stinging tears in my eyes, and I was glad Edward was out hunting this Saturday. If Edward saw my reaction, it would only make him feel terrible, too.

Of course, there were drawbacks to it being Saturday. As I turned slowly and carefully onto my street, I could see my dad's police cruiser in the driveway of our home. He'd skipped fishing again today. Still sulking about the wedding.

So I wouldn't be able to use the phone inside. But I had to call...

I parked on the curb behind the Chevy sculpture and pulled the cell phone Edward had given to me for emergencies out of of the glove compartment. I dialed, keeping my finger on the “end” button as the phone rang. Just in case. “Hello?” Seth Clearwater answered, and I sighed in relief. I was way too chicken to speak to his older sister Leah. The phrase “bite my head off” was not entirely a figure of speech when it came to Leah.

“Hey, Seth, It's Bella.”

“Oh hiya, Bella! How are you?”

Choked up. Desperate for reassurance. “Fine.”

“Calling for an update?”

“You're psychic.”

“Not hardly. I'm no Alice – you're just predictable,” he joked. Among the Quilleute pack down at La Push, only Seth was comfortable even mentioning the Cullens by name, let alone joking about things like my nearly omniscient sister-in-law-to-be.

“I know I am.” I hesitated for a minute. “How is he?”

Seth sighed. “Same as ever. He won't talk, though we know he hears us. He's trying not to think human, you know. Just going with his instincts.”

“Do you know where he is now?”

“Somewhere in northern Canada. I can't tell you which province. He doesn't pay much attention to state lines.”

“Any hint that he might...”

“He's not coming home, Bella. Sorry.”

I swallowed. “S'okay, Seth. I knew before I asked. I just can't help wishing.”

“Yeah. We all feel the same way.”

“Thanks for putting up with me, Seth. I know the others must give you a hard time.”

“They're not your hugest fans,” he agreed cheerfully. “Kind of lame, I think. Jacob made his choices, you made yours. Jake doesn't like their attitude about it. 'Course, he isn't super thrilled that you're checking up on him, either.”

I gasped. “I though he wasn't talking to you?”

“He can't hide everything from us, hard as he's trying.”

So Jacob knew I was worried. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Well at least he knew I hadn't skipped off into the sunset and forgotten him completely. He might have imagined me capable of that.

“I guess I'll see you at the...wedding.” I said, forcing the word through my teeth.

“Yeah, me and my mom will be there. It was cool of you to ask us.”

I smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice. Though inviting the Clearwaters had been Edward's idea, I was glad he'd thought of it. Having Seth there would be nice – a link, however tenuous, to my missing best man. “It wouldn't be the same without you.”

“Tell Edward I said hi, 'kay?”

“Sure thing.”

I shook my head. The friendship that had sprung up between Edward and Seth was something that still boggled my mind. It was proof, though, that things didn't have to be this way. That werewolves and vampires could get along just fine, thank you very much, if they were of a mind to.

Not everybody liked this idea.

“Ah,” Seth said, his voice cracking up an octave. “Er, Leah's home.”

“Oh! Bye!”

The phone went dead. I left it on the seat and prepared myself mentally to go inside the house, where Charlie would be waiting.

My poor dad had so much to deal with right now.

Jacob-the-runaway was just one of the straws on his overburdened back. He was almost as worried about me, his barely-a-legal-adult daughter who was about to become a Mrs. In just a few days' time.

I walked slowly through the light rain, remembering the night we'd told him...




As the sound of Charlie's cruise announced his return, the ring suddenly weighed a hundred pounds on my finger. I wanted to shove my left hand in a pocket, or maybe sit on it, but Edward's cold, firm grasp kept it in front and center.

“Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you're not confessing to a murder here.”

"Easy for you to say”.

I listened to the ominous sound of my father's boots clomping up the sidewalk. The key rattled in the already open door. The sound reminded me of that part of the movie when the victim realizes she's forgotten to lock her deadbolt...

“Calm down, Bella,” Edward whispered, listening to the acceleration of my heart. The door slammed against the wall, and I flinched like I'd been Tasered.

“Hey, Charlie,” Edward called entirely relaxed.

“No!” I hissed under my breath.

“What?” Edward whispered back.

“Wait til he hangs his gun up!”

Edward chuckled and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair.

Charlie came around the corner, still in his uniform, still armed, and tried not to make a face when he spied us sitting together on the love seat. Lately, he'd been putting forth a lot of effort to like Edward more. Of course, this revelation was sure to end that effort immediately.

“Hey, kids. What's up?”

“We'd like to talk to you,” Edward said. “We have some good news.”

Charlie's expression went from strained friendliness to black suspicion in a second.

“Good news?” Charlie growled, looking straight at me.

“Have a seat, Dad.”

He raised one eyebrow, stared at me for five seconds, then stomped to the recliner and sat down on the very edge, his back ramrod straight.

“Don't get worked up, dad”. I said after a moment of loaded silence. “Everything's okay.”

Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word “okay”. He probably would have used something more like “wonderful” or “perfect” or “glorious”.

“Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great then why are you sweating bullets?”

“I'm not sweating” I lied.

I leaned away from his fierce scowl, cringing into Edward, and instinctively wiped the back of my right hand across my forehead to remove the evidence.

“You're pregnant!” Charlie exploded. “You're pregnant, aren't you?”

Though the question was probably meant for me, he´was glaring at Edward now, and I could have sworn I saw his hand twitch toward the gun.

“No! Of course I'm not!” I wanted to elbow Edward in the ribs, but I knew that move would only give me a bruise. I'd told Edward that people would immediately jump to this conclusion! What other possible reason would sane people have for getting married at eighteen? (His answer then had made me roll my eyes 'Love'. Right.) Charlie's glower lightened a shade. It was usually pretty clear on my face when I was telling the truth, and he believed me now. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

There was a long pause. After a moment I realized everyone was waiting for me to say something. I looked up at Edward, panic-stricken. There was no way I was going to get the words out. He smiled at me and then squared his shoulders and turned to my father.

“Charlie, I realize that I've gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don't want to diminish her choice in this matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I'm asking you for your blessing. We're getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and – by some miracle – she loves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?”

He sounded so sure, so calm. For just an instant, listening to the absolute confidence in his voice, I experienced a rare moment of insight. I could see, fleetingly the way the world looked to him. For the length of one heartbeat, this news made perfect sense.

And then I caught sight of the expression on Charlie's face, his eyes now locked on the ring.

I held my breath while his skin changed colors – fair to red, red to purple, purple to blue, I started to get up – I'm not sure what I planned to do; maybe use the Heimlich maneuver to make sure he wasn't choking – but Edward squeezed my hand and murmured “Give him a minute” so low that only I could hear.

The silence was much longer this time. Then, gradually, shade by shade, Charlie's color returned to normal. His lips pursed, and his eyebrows furrowed; I recognized his “deep in thought” expression. He studied the two of us for a long moment, and I felt Edward relax at my side.

“Guess I'm not that surprised,” Charlie grumbled. “Knew I'd have to deal with something like this soon enough.”

I exhaled.

“You sure about this?” Charlie demanded, glaring at me.

“I'm one hundred percent sure about Edward,” I told him without missing a beat.

“Getting married, though? What's the rush?” He eyed me suspiciously again.

The rush was due to the fact that I was getting closer to nineteen every stinking day, while Edward stayed frozen in all his seventeen-year-old perfection. Not that this fact associated marriage in my book, but the wedding was required due to the delicate and tangled compromise Edward and I had made to get to this point, the brink of any transformation from mortal to immortal.

These weren't things I could explain to Charlie.

“We're going away to Dartmouth together in the fall, Charlie,” Edward reminded him. “I'd like to do that, well, the right way. It's how I was raised.” He shrugged.

He wasn't exactly exaggerating; they'd been big on old-fashioned morals during World War I.

Charlie's mouth twisted to the side. Looking for an angle to argue from. But what could he say? I'd prefer you live in sin first? He was a dad; his hands were tied.

“Knew this was coming,” he muttered to himself, frowning. Then, suddenly, his face went perfectly smooth and blank.

“Dad?” I asked anxiously. I glanced at Edward, but I couldn't read his face, either, as he watched Charlie.

“Ha!” Charlie exploded. I jumped in my seat. “ Ha, ha, ha!”

I stared incredulously as Charlie doubled over in laughter, his whole body shook with it.

I looked at Edward for a translation, but Edward had his lips pressed tightly together, like he was trying to hold back laughter himself.

“Okay, fine,” Charlie choked out. “Get married.” Another roll of laughter shook through him. “But....”

“But what?” I demanded.

“But you have to tell your mom! I'm not saying one word to Renée! That's all yours!” He bursted into loud guffaws.





I paused with my hand on the doorknob, smiling. Sure, at the time, his words had terrified me. The ultimate doom; telling Renée. Early marriage was higher up on her black list than boiling live puppies.

Who could have foreseen her response? Not me. Certainly not Charlie. Maybe Alice, but I hadn't thought to ask her.

“Well; Bella” Renée had said after I'd choked and stuttered out the impossible words: Mom, I'm marrying Edward. “I'm a little miffed that you waited so long to tell me. Plane tickets only get more expensive. Ooohh.,” she'd fretted, “Do you think Phil's cast will be off by then? It will spoil the pictures if he's not in a tux - “

“Back up a second, Mom.” I'd gasped. “What do you mean, waited so long? I just got en-en...” - I'd been unable to force out the word engaged - “things settled, you know, today.”

“Today? Really? That is a surprise. I assumed--"

“What did you assume? When did you assume?”

“Well, when you came to visit me in April, it looked like things were pretty much sewn up, if you know what I mean. You're not very hard to read, sweetie. But I didn't say anything because I knew it wouldn't do any good. You're exactly like Charlie.” She'd sighed, resigned. “Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too.”

“You're not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you're scared silly, and I'm guessing it's because you're afraid of me.” She'd giggled. “Of what I'm going to think. And I know I've said a lot of things about marriage and stupidity – and I'm not taking them back – but you need to realize that those things specifically applied to me. You're a complete different person than I am. You make your own kind of mistakes, and I'm sure you'll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know.” Renée had laughed again. “My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul."

“You're not... mad? You don't think I'm making a humongous mistake?”

“Well, sure I wish you'd wait a few more years. I mean, do I look old enough to be a mother-in-law to you? Don't answer that. But this isn't about me. This is about you. Are you happy?”

“I don't know. I'm having an out-of-body experience right now.”

Renée had chuckled. “Does he make you happy, Bella?”

“Yes, but -”

“Are you ever going to want anyone else?”

“No, but-”

“But what?”

“But aren't you going to say that I sound exactly like every other infatuated teenager since the dawn of time?”

“You've never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what's best for you.”

For the last few weeks, Renée had unexpectedly immersed herself in wedding plans. She'd spent hours every day on the phone with Edward's mother, Esme – no worries about the in-laws getting along. Renée adored Esme, but then, I doubted anyone could help responding that way to my lovable almost-mother-in-law.

It let me right off the hook. Edward's family and my family were taking care of the nuptials together without me having to do or know or think too hard about any of it.

Charlie was furious, of course, but the sweet part was that he wasn't furious at me. Renée was the traitor. He'd counted on her to play the heavy. What could he do now, when his ultimate threat – telling Mom – had turned out to be utterly empty? He had nothing, and he knew it. So he moped around the house, muttering things about not being able to trust anyone in this world...

“Dad?” I called as I pushed open the front door. “I'm home.”

“Hold on Bells, stay right there.”

“Huh?” I asked, pausing automatically.

“Gimme a second. Ouch! You got me, Alice.”

Alice?

“Sorry, Charlie”. Alice's trilling voice responded, “How's that?”

“I'm bleeding on it.”

“You're fine. Didn't break the skin – trust me."

“What's going on?” I demanded, hesitating in the doorway.

“Thirty seconds please, Bella,” Alice told me. “Your patience will be rewarded.”

“Humph”. Charlie added.

I tapped my foot, counting each beat. Before I got to our living room.

“Oh”. I huffed. “Aw. Dad. Don't you look -”

“Silly?” Charlie interrupted.

“I was thinking more like 'debonair'”

Charlie blushed. Alice took his elbow and tugged him around into a slow spin to showcase the pale gray tux.

“Now cut that out, Alice. I look like an idiot.”

“No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.”

“She's right, Dad. You look fabulous! What's the occasion?"

Alice rolled her eyes. “It's the final check on the fit. For both of you.”

I peeled my gaze off the unusually elegant Charlie for the first time and saw the dreaded white garment bag laid carefully across the sofa.

“Aaah.”

“Go to your happy place, Bella. It won't take long.”

I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Keeping them shut, I stumbled my way up the stairs to my room. I stripped down to my underwear and held my arms straight out.

“You'd think I was shoving bamboo splitters under your nails,” Alice muttered to herself as she followed me in.

I paid no attention to her. I was in my happy place.

In my happy place, the whole wedding mess was over and done. Behind me. Already repressed and forgotten.

We were alone, just Edward and me. The setting was fuzzy and constantly in flux – it morphed from misty forest to cloud-covered city to arctic night – because Edward was keeping the location of our honeymoon a secret to surprise me. But I wasn't especially concerned about the where part.

Edward and I were together, and I'd fulfilled my side of our compromise perfectly. I'd married him. That was the big one. But I'd also accepted all his outrageous gifts and was registered, however futilely, to attend Dartmouth College in the fall. Now it was his turn.

Before he turned me into a vampire – his big compromise – he had one other stipulation to make good on.

Edward had an obsessive sort of concern over the human things that I would be giving up, the experiences he didn't want me to miss. But there was only one experience I was insisting on. Of course it would be the one he wished I would forget all about.

Here was the thing, though. I knew what I was going to be like when it was all over. I'd seen newborn vampires firsthand, and I'd heard all my family-to-be's stories about those wild early days. For several years, my biggest personality trait was going to be “thirsty”. It would take some time before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would never feel exactly the way I felt now.

Human... and passionately in love.

I wanted the complete experience before I traded in my warm, breakable, pheromone-riddled body for something beautiful, string... and unknown. I wanted a real honeymoon with Edward. And, despite the danger he feared this would put me in, he'd agreed to try.

I was only vaguely aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin. I didn't care, for the moment, that the whole town was talking about me. I didn't think about the spectacle I would have to star in much to soon. I didn't worry about the tripping on my train or giggling at the wrong moment or being too young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should be.

I was with Edward in my happy place.

Twilight Prayer

Our Edward, who art in Forks, hallowed by thy sparkles, thy volvo comes, thy will be fast, our Earth as it is thy meadow. Give you this day, our daily blood; forgive us our heartbeats, as we worship Carlisle for giving you life. Lead us into temptation, deliver us to you. For thine is the vampire, the music, and the hottness, forever and ever. A-Edward

Let us thank Catie for finding this and texting it to me ASAP. We are truely indebted! El-oh-el!

Til next time,
~Me

whoa dream big!

hahaha! ok sorry with the not writing daily thing(its ur fault! ya you! i told you to email or text me if i 4get!) Well la-de-da... Went 2 tucson 2day. Why is it spelled that way? it looks like its pronounced tuck-son when it is too-s-on... Candlecatch was fun til the boys cheated and until Catie started throwing cruddy! you know u did girl! Still reading the host been busy lately good so far just a little Confusing...
♥ Always the one and only...
Me

P.S. Stop acting bilingual!
P.P.S. Are you gonna make me sleep in the bathtub again?
P.P.P.S. I can't believe I'm in love with a leprechaun!

Sorry Sorry!

Sorry I haven't written much lately! No one has been reminding me! *evil eye* Well anyways...Yesterday i got the host! Its pretty good so far from what i've read which isn't much. 6 more days! til school is offically over!!!!!! Yeah! I can't wait! I get one whole week off until on June 2nd i start COLLEGE! WooHoo! ugh not looking forward to 7:00 am classes! but i guess i can deal. My feet r cold so i'm gonna go put on some socks and make me a blueberry bagel w/ cream cheese because i just got hungry.
GTG Gonna go read!
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Wow...

WOW! i guess its ture that you do learn something new everyday! I learned that there IS such a thing a freeze dried ice cream, aka Astranut Ice Cream. How is that even POSSIBLE?!?! It can't be ICE CREAM if its not ICEY and CREAMY! Can it?!?! Wow People are sooooo weird. But not a cool weird like me. A weird wierd...Well anyways that concludes today's random titbit(is that even a real word?)More LATAZ!

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New and Improved...

OK for those of you who have visited before I know all my previous posts are gone. Well that is because i deleted them to get ready to start from scratch. Yes i know you will miss the previous randomness that was before well... get ready for THE BEST RANDOM BLOG EVER! By....yours truly. Well after this anyways this in just reintroducing my stuff. So i'm gonna try and post something new everyday even if its just a picture or a quote or whatever. So check back. if i skip a day...well you know me someone has to keep me in line...so email me questions, comments, concerns, random stuff you think should be posted at twinkle301@gmail.com.

Yours Truly,
Me