I looked like a mom today. Dressed like it, I mean. Never been so comfortable, though. I get why moms wear bulky clothing now. Props to moms everywhere.
Despite my appearance today, I am very much a teenage girl underneath: The premiere is tonight.
There is something about bloodsucking vampires and smelly werewolves that attract so many girls. For some strange reason, we spend hours fantasizing about sparkly boys and transformations, obsessing over the idea that it may be reality, even though we know it could never be. We don't like to think that life could be anything less then a forbidden love story, filled with danger that is impossibly inescapable, then somehow magically escaping the loose hold of death.
When all of us grow up, we are going to be very disappointed. We may even resent our future husbands for not being able to sparkle. I think I may need to lower my expectations...
Ive never even had a boyfriend, so my imaginary one is a vampire, simply because I'm allowed to dream.
While us girls are dreaming of mythical creatures, guys are wishing we looked more like Megan Fox or Selena Gomez. I suppose that's their version of Team Edward and Team Jacob.
Im going to go freeze my butt off sitting in a line for three hours now. The things I do for you, Edward Cullen.
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