Psychopath.

Before I get started on the screaming fangirls (which I will dedicate a few paragraphs to later), allow me to actually talk about the movie.

A good thing to note, is that New Moon was a vast, vast improvement from Catherine Hardwicke’s godawful Twilight. For that, I thank you, Chris Weitz.

However, New Moon’s script was still pretty bad (no thanks to screenplay writer Melissa Rosenberg who also killed Twilight).

The special effects were eons away from the crap that Twilight used (which happens to be what apparently looks like the lower class, lower budget end of George Lucas’ special effects company, which they used).

The acting was still wooden, emotionless, bland and unreal…which is all Kristen Stewart’s fault, really.

Overall, I’d give New Moon a B minus. This is a huge step up, considering I had given Twilight a solid D.

Now, where do I even begin when it comes to the audience?

The first time Taylor Lautner came into frame, the girls near the back rows started screaming. Actual, real, shrill, high-pitched, ungodly annoying, screaming.

All I did was grit my teeth and try not to flip them off.

& believe me when I say that they screamed and applauded in EVERY. BLOODY. SCENE, that Taylor Lautner popped into.

They laughed adoringly at everything he said even though it was just something like, “Right.”

For those of you who know me, you’d know I’d be feeling murderous by this time.

When it came to the scene where he was stomping around shirtless in the rain, the girls went ecstatic. They started squealing, shrieking, swooning, & every other adjective that’s similar to that. “OHMYGODHE’SSOFREAKINGHOT!”

I lost my temper right there and then. I turned around and yelled (much to the surprise of the elderly couple next to me), “Oh for God’s sake, GET OVER IT! IT’S FRIGGIN’ SHARKBOY!”

After I finished my rant, much to the embarrassment of my sister, I turned back to the screen to continue watching. I could feel murderous stares from them shrieking teenagers after that.

As I was fuming silently, a hand appeared in front of my face.

Turns out, it was one of my sister’s guy colleagues (We went to watch with 6 of her colleagues), who was sitting behind us and had reached his hand over to give me a high-five.

Booyah.

• 10 Things I Hate About You

• There’s Something About Mary

• Sleepless In Seattle

• You’ve Got Mail

• Anastasia

• Definitely, Maybe

• Mulan

I am thoroughly freaked out.

My sister just scared the shit out of me. I was still awake, trying to increase my NaNoWriMo word count even though the clock’s clearly ticking on me, & my sister was sleeping.

Then out of the blue, she stirs awake, turns on her side to face me, wide-eyed & says calmly :

“Let’s pretend we’re sleeping on the streets.”

She looks at me expectantly like she’s waiting for me to answer. The best I can muster up after an awkward minute-long pause is, “Um…you okay?”

My sister then proceeds to narrow her eyes dangerously at me (& her voice too, for that matter). “I’m fully awake, just so you know. I’m not sleep-talking.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed that,” I mutter to myself, already turning back to my computer screen. I hear her sigh like I don’t get it, and she goes back to sleep.

After 5 minutes, she’s awake again & she spends about 10 minutes (10 freaky minutes on my part) staring at me while I type.

“Why do you want to sleep on the streets?” I ask her just to break the silence.

“You’d laugh at me if I told you why,” comes her reply. I then cast her a venomous look out of the corner of my eye.

“Of course I wouldn’t! What part of ‘jumping awake in the middle of the night and telling your younger sister that you want to pretend to sleep on the streets’ is there that even hints that you should be placed in a mental hospital? I wouldn’t laugh at you.”

See? I’m not afraid to lay it on thick. Of course, my exaggerated sarcasm must have been overkill, but ah well. My sister was sleep-deprived and completely mental. I didn’t think she’d catch the sarcasm.

I was right. She didn’t.

But she never told me anyway.

I am officially in love with Sheldon. XD

& also officially hooked onto The Big Bang Theory. Hilarious, I tell you. I appreciated the Indian cracks with Howard faking the accent on the phone. :P

Oo, I managed to write around 2000 words today. :D So proud of myself, but today’s word count goal is still supposed to be 3 times my current word count.

Pitiful, I tell you.

But I always feel better whenever I take a look at Manda’s word count. :)