Meet Teddy (the cat). The human is my cousin Megan. I don't know if you can tell but Teddy is a big boy. He was the runt of the litter, which was why we took him for my Mimi. We thought, a nice small house cat would be purrfect for her! Well... he kept growing and growing and growing and NOW, Teddy is larger than my Melly, who happens to be a cocker spaniel. Teddy is a whopping 31 pounds. Melly is 26. YIKES! However, I love this cat and although I don't pick him up much, he's a great cat to pet. He loves getting scritched behind his ears!
Listen... the count down has begun. Eclipse is going to rule my life June 30th at midnight. Of course I'm going to see it the day it comes out, and the midnight showing nonetheless. There are officially 49 days (counting today) until the unveiling of my most anticipated movie venture. I know what you're thinking (if you're not a Twihard). What the HELL could she possibly see in that movie, the books, ANYTHING!? Well, that's like asking someone why they're favorite color is their favorite color. Do they need to have a reason to like it? No. I love the books and even though I know the movies are terrible, I'm still in love. The story line isn't the strongest but it's entertaining and it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. This story has a safe ending and I like it. So?
K. Stew... I LOVE HER! Yea, her acting sucks, but I am in love with her character and I think she portrays "Bella" perfectly! Exactly what I pictured from the books. That awkward, mousy looking girl. I have seen nice pictures of her, even though many people think she always looks cracked out or high or something. I still love her.
::Sigh:: The chemistry between these two is hard to ignore. I don't care if he's a flat faced actor who can't act. THEY ARE AMAZING! I feel like when they are together, all is right in the world of Twilight. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Jacob lover too. However, Edwards broody doom and gloom attitude is amazing. I don't care if these aren't real reasons to like the books and movies. Whatever.
Maybe it's the "forbidden to be together" thing. Or if it's the "vampire" thing. The idea of everlasting love. Fighting for your soul mate. Whatever it is that drags me into these movies and books, I like it. People can make fun of me all they want, but us Twihards are many and strong! So I definitely have people to geek out with. I cannot wait to see how they do "Breaking Dawn" and have heard it's being done in two installments. YES! I couldn't agree more!
The Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary: Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Jerks!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.
