Apparently it's for an honors (HONORS!?) Intro to Fiction class at some university (not mine, thank god) and has been paired with likes of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and Bram Stoker's Dracula.
I'll let that sink in.
As much as I am apt to rag on Twilight for being, as the kids say, pants-on-head retarded, you know, whatever, it's just a book. But when it becomes curriculum?
I need to go to my happy place.
No, 30 Rock, it's not like that, me and Community are just friends, I swear! ...and Abed understands me like no one else can.
So...to rapidly change the subject, for my guest bloggers, here's what the schedule is looking like so far:
Feb. 13- Noli
14, 15, 16, 17- Still up for grabs
18- Unwashed Mass
Let me know what you want before it ends up being whatever's left!
Um, yeah. So I'm procrastinating on an Anthro paper right now...ok, I suppose I have time for one quick story. Andy is one of those people who doesn't go gaga for hot people. Like, if he thinks a lady is hot, he doesn't say anything, which has prompted some of us to go on a quest to discover Andy's "type" by way of typing various actresses names into google images and holding them for his approval (Mila Kunis barely got an "eh" in a shocking upset). After getting positive "she's pretty"'s for Jada Pinkett Smith and Halle Berry, I typed "black actresses" into google images. Why am I telling you this? Because this is what came up:
I have so many questions that I do not want answers to.
This is Sugary Cynic, who has long since lost her grip on reality. 'Night!
(When I was driving with the two kids I sit for, Buffy the vampire slayer and the Dread Pirate Roberts, a Flogging Molly song comes on)
Buffy: "I like them!"
Me: "Yeah, my boyfriend's taking me to a concert they're doing"
Buffy: "CAN I COME? CAN I? Is there an extra ticket you could get?"
Me: "Uh, no, sorry. Pretty sure it's 18+ anyway, kiddo"
Buffy: "I can be a fifty-year old midget. I could even be a ninety-year old midget"
Me: "Yeah but do you have an ID saying you're a ninety-year old midget?"
Buffy: "...Oh yeah, right. Hmmm, I could give them my ninetieth birthday card!"
Me: "So you'll be a ninety-year old midget lady on her way to an Irish punk concert?"
Buffy: "I'm a crazy old lady!!"