I'm not the least bit ashamed to admit that after putting my little A to bed on Sunday night, I snuck out alone for an early evening showing of the Twilight finale. I hope my loyal few won't think me ridiculous when I say it was bittersweet. Oh, the many hours I have spent reading those delicious, poorly written books, talking with my mom (who was a rather inexplicable, but utterly devoted fan) about Edward's princely qualities, and mocking the altogether satisfying movies.
I'm really going to miss this.
P.P.S. I was thisclose to putting Nikki Reed's duet with Paul McDonald in the post instead of Green Day. Better clips from the movies in that one. And ok, I like the song. Oh, the self-loathing!
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