3 weeks until Christmas break...

Why I won't be seeing Breaking Dawn Part Whatever.

I may have told this story before on here, but it's time to revisit it.

It's no secret that I think Kristen Stewart is a talentless trollop.  In fact, her one redeeming role was in Adventureland, but she also played a two-timing heartbreaker in that movie...as she does in real life.

But yeah, I saw Twilight in the theater.  And then New Moon.  And Eclipse too (at that point, I was invested and it was habit.)

I suppose I shall start at the beginning of my own Twilight "saga"...

I read all 4 books the summer after college (clearly putting my expensive education to work).

I liked them.  I did.  I didn't read too deeply into them.  If you read past the surface, this is what you see:

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But I took them for their low-entertainment value.  I must say, I did not care for Breaking Dawn.  The end of Eclipse left you wanting more..and Breaking Dawn didn't deliver.  It was too unbelievable.  Which is hard to do when you're writing about vampires and werewolves.  So congrats on that accomplishment, Stephenie.

I started dating Scott at the end of August 2008.  Our very first movie date was Twilight in November of that year.  I pre-ordered the tickets.  I was ready, he was willing (because I was his new girlfriend and he still kind of indulged my every whim).

We waited in a crowded lobby full of teenage girls (covered in glitter) who actually seemed to be rioting a bit.  A huge crowd it was, pressing against the closed theater doors.  When the doors were finally opened, 20 minutes before show time, they all surged forward.

Scott said, "This is how people die in crowds!", but I could barely hear him over the shrieking.

He must have really liked me.

15 minutes into the movie, I was bored.  I realized that I already knew what was going to happen.  At that moment, I also realized that KStew had reached the potential of the acting ability I was going to see.  RPatz too.  I realize some of you find him drool-worthy, but I think he looks like a bit of a creepy skeletor, therefore him just being in the movie wasn't enough of a draw for me.

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Also, I had read the book.  I KNEW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT.  I was bored.  I shifted around in my seat so much that Scott swore he'd never take me to another movie.  We didn't go to another until July of 2009 after we were married (The Hangover).

I eventually went to see New Moon in Anchorage because I had hoped the whole Twilight thing was a fluke.  Uh no.  New Moon might've been worse.

Eclipse.  Uggggghhhhh.  Worse yet.

My friend Courtney (who needs her own blog) sent me this link with some Twilight pie charts.

That was finally when I was like "Eff it. This franchise is ruined and is stupid too."*

I firmly, firmly believe that Twilight could have had potential.  Had it not been for the screenplay, cast, crew, set, etc...I mean, look what Alan Ball did with True Blood!  It's a real story (based on a series of books).  With real actors.  With real facial expressions.

These are funny.  You should watch them.

*I don't judge you for watching the movies, as I clearly have nothing against vampires. I judge you if you ever say that KStew has talent.  

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The Great Clothing Experiment (and a video)

I'm not going to bore you with what stores we have and what stores we don't have in Alaska.  I wrote that sob story yearrrssss ago.  

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Just last night, I placed my second order, in as many weeks, to loft.com.  

Order #1 got me a dress and a skirt.

Order #2 will get me a dress, a sweater, and a shirt.

I was not charged shipping on Order #1, as I complained and they felt bad for me because I live in Alaska (I will use that plight forever.)

That's in addition to the 3 shirts, 2 belts, black skinny pants, and dress I got over the weekend.  

It's not a whole lot (nothing like what I'd get in preparation for teaching in PA), but I'd rather save my money for that vacation we're going on come December.  Or even save it for clothes I reallyreallyreally want later on.  

Or maybe some cowboy boots.

School is starting soon, and that means the gym clothes have to now be reserved for the gym.

Sad, I know.

I'm going to be holding myself accountable this year.  I'm going to wear real clothes, nice clothes, teacher-appropriate clothes to school everyday.  

It'll be a push.  

And it'll take thought. 

And this blog is going to help me. 

I want people to say to me, "Kristin, did you wear the Ugg boots to school today?  Did you?  Because you 

know you're not allowed to do that anymore, right?"

I told my co-worker that if she sees me in Uggs, jeans, and flannel she better ask me if I have a fever.

I need to be held accountable.

This blog has held me accountable for trying new recipes.

Maybe it'll work for keeping me in heels too.

My reasoning:  I was taught to teach (yes, it must be taught) in school districts that employed strict dress codes.  As in, there were urban legends of teachers being fired for wearing jeans.  Jeans were not even allowed to be worn on field trips.  Panty hose, closed-toed shoes, and suits were the standards I was "raised" by. Passing the dress code inspection was as important as your ability to impart knowledge.

Without saying a whole lot about Alaska, it has become evident that I must learn to push myself.  And it's hard.  When it's windy and -20* and it's dark and you just want to crawl into a hole and hibernate...it's really hard.  

This is a giant experiment on my part.

It could all go horribly wrong.

I guess this is just a disclaimer post.  If I start yammering on about what I'm wearing, this is totally why.

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And, because this needs to be shared...

My friend Katharine, a fellow I-survived-PSU-student-teaching alumni, sent me this video.

God bless Will Ferrell.

Stuff People in Anchorage (Never) Say

This is one of those viral videos.  But it's a good one.  It should give the Alaskans some laughs (and yeah, I guess I do throw myself into that group for now), and open the eyes of the lower-forty-eighters (I just made that phrase up.  Maybe it'll catch on..)

In case you're confused...
Mountain View is, like, the worst neighborhood ever.

There's no sales tax in Anchorage.

Dividend check=payment by the government for living in Alaska.  Makes it slightly worth it.  Bought our iPad with half of mine. 

Everyone's windshields are cracked.  No one ever fixes them.  Including us.