today my mom and i were driving home from lowe's, and it was hot, so my mother suggested we stop to purchase cold coffee drinks. after obnoxiously slurping down her frappucino, the following conversation occured.
mom: i feel like edward.
me: ... who is edward?
mom: edward. his hands and lips are always cold.
me: (after a solid moment) oh my god. you're talking about edward cullen, a fictional vampire douchebag from twilight.
so, my mom and brother (who swears he is not a homosexual) have been super into this shit lately. and because they had both finished the books, they rented the movie. a vampire lovestory written by a mormon sounds pretty retarded to me, and despite testimonials of probably dozens of people, i have had no desire to read these books.
now that i have watched about 45 minutes of the unintentionally hilarious movie, i am so glad i went with my instinct. because even if the book is far better, as i have been assured by many, i can sum up my feelings about this argument with the age old saying, "you can't polish a turd."
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Thank youuuuu. :)
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