Awesome Dream!!!!!

Okay, so I had the most amazing dream last night. It's this continuing saga of dreams, so I'll tell you the whole thing. It won't be as awesomely explained on here as it was in my head, but this is my favorite dream to get. It's AWESOME. I might even write a story based on them, when I'm done with all the stuff I'm working on right now. Here's the first dream. It's long...

I'm up at my aunt's cabin with my cousin McKenna. We're running around, being hyper. I'm probably about 10. Finally my aunt comes out and tells us to try out a new rope swing that my uncle put up. We run out to a stream that runs by the cabin and start swinging across, laughing, making the biggest ruckus you've ever heard. We're just randomly swinging, slapping our feet in the water as we pass.
Then something moves underwater. "A fish!" I yell, and drop down off of the rope. Luckily, I'm wearing shorts, so only my skin gets wet. It moves again, and this time I know it's not a fish. It looks like a person... but they've been underneath for ages now. I start walking towards the person, which/who starts swimming briskly away. I get onto the shore and start running after it, McKenna staying behind to swing more.
I keep running, and finally pulled up alongside the person, who I've now identified as a female. I know that I'll tire soon, but I also know that the stream runs out in a short while.
Sure enough, the stream soon became a small circle about 4 feet in diameter and 3 feet deep. The girl got out, and started running. She isn't nearly as fast on land as she in underwater, I think.
I catch up to her in seconds, and slowly chase her to a tall rock cliff (coming upward from the ground) that I like to climb with McKenna. The girl, I figure, doesn't look much like a climber.
As I had thought she would, she stops when we reach the cliff. I have her cornered.
I notice that she's trembling slightly. "What's wrong?" I start to say, but quickly change it to, "Don't worry... I'm not going to hurt you or anything."
It was then that I noticed it.

She has long red hair that's impeccably braided down her back. Bright, clear blue eyes that exactly match the color of the stream. She's dressed in rolled-up heans and a tight-fitting, but still VERY flattering, t-shirt. She's barefoot.
And not one square inch of her is wet. Not even DAMP. Just smooth, perfectly dry, tan skin.
Her hair? Completely without water. Her clothes? Couldn't be drier. It's so weird. Hadn't she been swimming - UNDERWATER - moments before?
"You're... well, you're completely dry," I mumbled, and the girl's tan cheeks flushed a little. "I'm sorry... it's just, well, I've been thinking, and I've read a lot about Greek mythology..." I fumble for the next words, but can't seem to find them. Might as well be blunt, I think, then blurt, "I think you're a naiad."
She grins. Then, to my intense surprise, she speaks - like your average American pre-teen. "Nope," she says. "But you're kinda close. I'm kind of like... a spirit of nature, I guess." I give her a blank look. "Like, I was just some girl, but I was, like, the last real hippie or something. And I took my... hippie-ness really seriously. So then, one day, I figured out that I had these, like, "powers". I don't get wet when I don't want to, I don't sunburn, I can controll the weather in small places." She pauses. "And my growth rate is slower than normal. I guess I'm sorta immortal."
Now, when someone tells you that they're immortal, and they're serious, you don't really take it in stride, and be all 'Cool,'. You pretty much spaz out. At least, you do if you're me.
"You're... What do you... Oh, my gosh..." I stutter, then take a deep breath. "What do you mean?"
She shrugs. "I'm 12 right now. My body is that of a 12-year-old girl. And I've been on this earth for... well, I was 8 in the sixties."
My jaw drops open. "What's your name?"
"Naeryan," is the reply. "You can call me Ryan."

And that's where it ended. If there are tense issues, like past- and present-tense, then sorry. But yeah. Then, a few months later, I got this new dream. I'm not even going to tell you the whole thing. It was basically like, me living in this really awesome place with her (Naeryan) for like 3 months. It's underground, and it's this really awesome place... it's hard to explain. The light comes in like in this picture:

And it's green. Really, really green. And small, and just... really beautiful, in a simple sort of way. And I know it was underground, because (Nae)Ryan told me it was. If I could explain it in just 2 words, I would say "happy place". It was SO cool. And I somehow just lived off the sunlight or something, like a plant. I was never hungry, never thirsty. I felt the healthiest I've ever felt. (In the dream, obviously). And it was PERFECT. And then, of course, I had to leave. I can't remember why, now, but I was really, really sad. Then I got home, and my parents weren't even concerned. They just said, "Did you have a good time?" and then, later, "First day of school tomorrow."

Here's the latest dream, which I had last night:

I'm back at the cabin, up north, this time with Kaliyan, my best friend (as you all know). It's apparently a year after my little summer stay underground, and I'm really preoccupied, looking for Ryan. Kaliyan seems to realise this, and asks me why I seem to absentminded. I just shrug. Finally, after days of this, Ryan appears from out of the woods to the east.
"Catori!" she yells to me. She's taken to calling me that; Tori for short. It means 'Spirit'. "I've missed you so much!" Her embrace feels like the dawn of the first true day of spring.
I sigh happily. "Hey, Ryan. I missed you, too." Kaliyan is standing at a distance, probably wondering why I was just called Tori by some mystery girl. Ryan notices her.
"Hey. This your friend, Tori?" I nod. "Oh, cool! Does she want to come to... you know... the place?" I bite my lip. I've been wondering about that for the past couple days, whether I should tell Kaliyan about 'the Place' or not. I mean, she's my best friend, and I trust her with anything, but... the Place just seems like it's me and Ryan's secret hideaway.
I clear my throat. "Do you want to see something really awesome, Kali?" I ask, and Kaliyan nods slowly. "Okay, Ryan, let's go."
I turn to Kaliyan. "Just follow us, and you'll be fine. We'll be going quickly," I instruct, then add, "And don't be scared if you feel something really amazing when we get there. Just trust me, okay?" She nods, and we start running.
Ryan smiles back at us every couple moments, and I smile back. I feel the magnetic pull that I'm so accustomed to, and I grab Kaliyan's hand. "You might get lost," I say in explanation, and she looks puzzled.
I really haven't figured it out yet, but we somehow switch planes when we go into the Place, and you have to have been there before to just DO it. I was afraid Kaliyan wouldn't make it, so I was doing what Ryan had done for me all those months ago. I couldn't wait to arrive.

Honestly, even in the dream, it was the most amazing feeling to switch planes or whatever. And it was even more amazing to be in the Place. Just a quick note.

We kept running and running, getting faster as we went, and finally switched planes. We were in the grove next to the Place, and already I felt my body being healed. Kaliyan's face expressed her every feeling. "I feel like... I don't know..." she whispered, and I smiled. So did Ryan.
"Don't worry, Kaliyan. It's your soul being healed," I said, and it was more of a sigh. Kaliyan nodded uncertainly.
And then we were in the Place.
I flopped onto the ground. "Oh, god, Ryan. It's been way too long," I moaned, feeling all of a sudden as if I was broken and didn't know it, then all of a sudden whole again. "I've gotta come here more."
Kaliyan just looked more and more bewildered.
Ryan smiled her gentle smile. "You should visit me more often, Tori. I'd like that." I nodded vigorously. "I know you would, too," Ryan finished with a grin.
"Why are you calling her Tori?" Kaliyan broke in.
I chuckled. "It means Spirit. Naeryan - that's her - decided that I should have a more earthy name than Emily." Kaliyan nodded.
"So, do I get an earthy name?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "What do you think, Tori?"
I pondered this. "Sisika? She could be, like, Sika for short."
"Yes, I suppose... but 'bird'? Are you sure?" Ryan asked. I shrugged.
All of a sudden I laughed. "What about Nata?" Ryan smiled. "I think that'd work well, huh Ryan?"
Ryan nodded. "I like it. 'Speaker'."
And so Kaliyan was named.

And that's all I can remember. I'm usually really good at remembering dreams, but the end of today's was totally lost on me today... Gah.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano

>:(

I am so bored. And I don't know why. But I am. And I haven't posted for a looooong time, and I figure I should post.

See, I'm not one to complain or rant or anything, but I think that it's time to do a little of both.
I think I might cry. I'm sick, and tired, and I had to go to school anyway (and wake up earlier than normal to do so) and then I come home and do my impossible math homework and generally am tired and kinda grumpy. And then I get on here, hoping for a good laugh or two.

But no.

Now Kaliyan's saying she's going to leave the Resistance because she doesn't know the titles of the MR books, and my internet is slow, and Joey's being more retarded than usual, and I just think it's all too much. WAY. TOO. MUCH.

What I really want is for it to be April 5th. Then I'd be on my way to Florida, carefree, and ready for a week-long cruise without my step-dad. And hopefully I'll be well-rested and not ticked off or anything. And I'll be warm, and on spring break, and happy.

Right now? I feel like I'm going to fall over, I care about WAY too much, and I'm really just fed up. So, if anyone wants to add something to the pile, just be my guest.

Just do it.

-Emiliano

Random Update

So... this is mostly because I've been so obsessed with my story lately that I haven't really posted. This post is what I call... *drumroll* ...a Random Update! Hence the title, right? Right.

So. Here's the Update part, which is color coded. (White=Normal, random stuff --- Red=Resistance --- Blue=Science.)

- The play is coming along smoothly. We've got Little Shop and Skid Row down pat, and are really, really close to getting Da-doo down pat, and are kinda-sorta close-ish to getting Never Know down pat, and are... well, we've started Dentist. Which is a world-rockin' song. And yeah.
- I came up with this really awesome look today!! I just noticed this random low-cut shirt sitting in my closet, and I got this new cami, and I put 'em together, and: Perfection! Well, not really, but it looks dang good. (And yes, for those who know me super well. I know I'm not the type to make new outfits. Especially not the type to talk about it. But so WHAT?! This is a wicked awesome pair-up.)
- I've got guitar today, from 7:15 - 8 o'clock central! My first practice. And the bestest part? KALIYAN'S TAKING IT WITH ME!!!! YAY!!!! :)
- Um... well, there's this awesome new kid on the Resistance named Brandon. He's apparently a favorite of Spencer (I dunno, that's what it seems like), and so yeah.
- Bo, Zac's brother, posted on Ness's Blog. I'm not aware of the entire awesomeness of this, however am VERY excited. I mean, I've heard a LOT about Zac. He was nice, hilariously funny, had hot-when-it's-bloody blonde hair, and is a bird kid.


OH MY GOD!! Speaking of bird kids. And recominant species in general. *deep breath* I learned how to do it in science. Recombine the genes, that is. And it's not hard - if you have a microscopic tweesers and a microscope that's just a LITTLE more powerful that our school's. And no, I'm not being sarcastic when I say "just a LITTLE more powerful". I'm serious.

All you have to do is-- Oh, wait, never mind. I don't think I wanna tell you all... in case some whacko happens upon this blog and decides to try it out. Anyway, it's really simple. And I bet I could do it - I could make bacteria with wings, probably. Not HUMANS, I'm not crazy - or mean - enough to do that, but I could make, like, protists with a pig's tails or something. I dunno.

Also on the science front: I'm doing a project on recominant species. Mostly animals, but that's how I learned how to recombine genes and such. I mean, gosh, I'm 11 years old and I could do what Itex brags about doing. Sheesh.

ANYWAY: I could define "recombinant species" for you, I could tell you HOW to recombine genes (if I looked at my notes), I could tell you about glow-in-the-dark goldfish that will one day replace the night light. All sorts of stuff. And right now? I still think it's interesting, but not the least bit humane. The End.

And that's all for today, folks. It's long, but I bet you survived.

Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano
P.S: Son, be a de-entist! (Son be a dentist.) You have a talent for causing things pain. (Oooo, pain) Go be a de-entist! (Go be a dentist.) People will pay you to be inhumane. Oooo, Inhumane!
THE DENTIST SONG IS AWESOME!

NO SCHOOL!!!

We have no school today! Which ROCKS!!!!! *dances*

Well, okay, so it's ALMOST impossible for us Minnesooootans to have an unplanned day off. Especially a snow day. And I have never had a real snow day before. Still haven't. Because today's off because the busses put in the wrong kind of gasoline in their tanks, and so no one can ride the bus to school. Seriously. But there's still NO SCHOOL!!!

That's it, really. Just randomly wanted to announce that.
Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano
P.S: If you comment "I hate you", then I know you hate me for this. But it's AWESOME! Cuz we have a 4-DAY WEEKEND!!! :D

A menina que fala somente o português.

(The title in English: The girl who speaks only Portuguese.)

That's Maresol, recent visitor to the blog. She spoke only Portuguese, so I - and Pyro - rushed back and forth between online translator and the meebo to talk to Maresol, whose real name is Ivana. She's an adult, a teacher, lives in Portugal, and it's 2:30 pm for her.

It's half past 10 pm where I live. And the reason I'm staying up kinda late on a Thursday night is that there's no school tomorrow!!! WOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOO!!! Okay, sorry, randomness was needed.

Okay, so, back on subject (sorta): Maresol thought that I was a guy because Brazilian men can be named Emiliano. Which is what my user was today on the meebo. So that was really funny.

Also, the end of her "goodbye" was 'I was', or 'fui'. No, I have no clue what the significance of it is either, just thought I'd tell you. Anyway, I've gotta get this posted and stuff, then talk, and stuff. So yeah.

BYE!!!! Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano (the female. >:( Not a dude. xD)

Itex or faker?

I don't know. But at about 5 after 5 central time, a guest came on. Brandon (new guy, first day was yesterday) was on, alone, probably bored out of his mind. Here's the convo.

Brandon: Hi guest. Whassup?
*a pause*
guest23958: I am from ITEX. Your Resistance is in trouble. Be cautious, and close down your blog, and you may yet survive. The By-Half Plan will succeed. Our tests will not be proven wrong. Go well.
Emiliano: Back. What did I miss?
Emiliano: What the HECK?! I'm posting about this. ITEX came????
Emiliano: Brb so I can post it.

So then I brb'd to write this much. *checks meebo progress* Then came:

Brandon: Ok
guest23958: Who is the primary director of this Resistance? I
assume it is not you; am I correct?
Brandon: Um no. I guess its Rachel or Spencer or someone.
guest23958: I see. And is this Spencer human?
Emiliano: Yes. We all are. Now go away.
Brandon: I think so but idk.
Brandon: I guess he is then.
guest23958: I understand, however, that "Spence", listed on the side-bar, is an avian-human hybrid. Is this not the same person?

I'm lying through my teeth, here, peeps. Hang on here.

guest23958: Is it?
Brandon: Well duh. Now go away!! I dont have time to deal with you!

Then D came. Then I had to go. And that's that. *bows*

The end!
-A worried Emiliano

More Randomness

Okay, so this is all random crap from school.

- My math teacher, Mr. Ikebata, ate my friend Paige's lunch today. I kid you not. He walked up, took her sandwich, chips, and cookie when she wasn't looking, and walked away to eat it. It was SO weird. Then later he walked up to her, laughing, and she just looked at him all weird and ate more beef jerky. Seriously. But he's not mean, he's just always hungry. His stomach is like a black hole. And Paige wasn't mad, just kind of creeped out. Just getting that straight.
- Christian was absent today! *cheers* Probably at PAWS, which is in-school suspension, but about 39 times worse.
- I figured out my step-dad's password on his laptop the first time I tried. It was scary. I sat down in the office, and opened his laptop, and really wanted to be an admin, so I took a REALLY random guess at what his password might be, and got it right. I'm disturbed by my own Nudge-ness. (MR obsessives will get that. Otherwise, just... never mind.)
- In science class, we're doing this section on genetic engineering. I had a stomach-ache the whole class long, thinking about what SOME people *glares at Itex* already know about genetic engineering. Despite myself, though, it's interesting, and cool. Did you know that some lady somewhere came up with the wacky idea to put some genes from a jellyfish (the ones that make it phosphorescent) into a rat? The rat glowed in the dark. I saw PICTURES. There aren't words for it. Honestly, there aren't.
- Christian was ABSENT!!!!!! (Did I mention that I sit right next to him in math? AGAIN??? We've had 2 seat-swaps since he came, and he still sits right next to me. And get this: In gym, when we're both resting during b-ball, he... A: lets me sit down on the one chair, every time, and B) stands, like, unnervingly close to me. They are the longest 2 minutes of my life, with him rubbing against my shoulders like the complete idiot he is. THAT KID IS A CREEP.)
- Then, of course, my update on the play. Cuz, you know, it just wouldn't be a post without a play update, right? Right. So, today we choreographed Skid Row/Downtown, and it's dang long, and dang hard. But it's worth it. There're all these sweet moves, and we're supposed to act all pissed off, which is the whole point of the song, (the song's how we're poor, and that's bad, and we're mad about it, and we live in this place, with no houses, cuz we're poor, and so on) so everything's crisp, and has a TON of feeling. Which is awesome. So then, now, whenever I'm mad, I'm gonna do the Skid Row dance! Ta-da, instant relief! ;)
- I skipped the spelling bee, which was after school today, (I was the top speller on my team) and am preparing myself for my Language Arts teacher tomorrow, because he probably won't be too happy about the fact that I wasn't there. But I don't care: I'm really, really glad. Kirsten got a word that she said was like "martiphosdotious" (mart-uh-fahz-DOH-shus), and she also missed 99.9% of play practice, and was clueless as to the choreography of the dance, as I found out when we ran it through one last time in the last 2 minutes of practice. It was sad. :(

And that's all! Thank you for your time and attention.
Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano

OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS!

OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS!
I need this car. I don't mean I want it, mind you. I NEED it. It's AWESOME!!!

Okay, that's it. Just thought you should know.
Peace, Love, and Llamas!
-Emiliano

My Camping Trip

Ok, so I was gone for Friday and this weekend (up until today at about 12:40) because I was on a camping trip for Girl Scouts. Basically, we go up to Buffalo, MN and sled, do crafts, play Nintendo DS and do a scavenger hunt. Stuff like that. So, even though you probably don't give a care, I'll just tell you about my trip. (FYI: This is BT style. When you see an asterick [*], go to the bottom of the post. They're called footnotes.)

Friday, I hung out here and lamented the fact that NO ONE was on, then left (got offline) at like 4:45, ate and packed until about 5:30 or 6 central, then started up nort'. We drove for about an hour or so.

When we got there, we checked in and put our sleeping bags in the room in Mary Adams Lodge, which is basically this biggish building with 3 normal-sized rooms and one gimungo crafts room. We were in the third normal-sized room with 6 other families.

So we put our sleeping bags and stuff in there, and got all set up, then went to the mess hall (dining hall, Sally Walls, whatever you want to call it) for snack, which was this weird apple cobler. I passed.

Anyway, then we played Bingo for a while - I got a set of gel pens and a notebook as prizes. After that we went back to our rooms, and my group played Apples To Apples until 11:30 pm, then we all read until about 12:30 am.

The next morning (Saturday), we all woke up at 8, got dressed, went to Sally Walls/the mess/dining hall, and had a breakfast of rock-hard microwave waffles, eggs, sausage, and these awesome cinnamon bagels. And, of course, hot chocolate, which was provided 24/7 at various spots at the camp.

After breakfast we had announcements (Announcements, anouncements, annou-ouncements. What a horrible death to die, what a horrible death to die. . .) and the scavenger hunt sheets were passed out. On it were things like "a pink slipper" and "purple nail polish". Or "a 1965 penny".

Yeah, they were hard, but my group had come prepared. A pair of old pink socks were cut up and duct taped to black slippers for the "pink slipper". See? You learn these things when you come to the camp. ;)

So, yeah, that's the scavenger hunt. We sledded* for a really long time, then played Zelda for a while on Clare's DS, went to lunch, then played TrueColors.** Then we did a few crafts, sledded some more, and then I went back to my room*** to read, which I did for the rest of the time until dinner. We ate, then went sledding again, then went for a hike through the woods, which was WICKED awesome, then played more TrueColors, then I went back to my room to read more.****

Then I woke up, ate breakfast, cleaned the office (where the cooks slept. It was dang hard, let me tell you.), and left. We drove back to good ol' Bloomington, and now here I sit.

Tada!! Comment, email meh, whatever you want. I don't really mind.
Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano
P.S: No one was here on Friday before I left. :(

*: I brought my snow tube. That thing is the fastest thing EVER. It's kinda scary, because we go waaaaay farther than we're supposed to on it. But we do it anyway, no matter how long and tiring the walk back up the hill is. Which is a whole heck of a lot.

**: That is one of the best games in the world. It's so funny: you ask a question to the group that you're playing with, something like "You're all in jail, and are making your only phone call. Who orders pizza?" Then you vote on who would do it, then you go around saying if you would. Usually the silly ones went to Clare, who fit all of them.

***: I was by far the youngest in that room. Everyone else (except Elizabeth, who's 12 and on my team at school) was at least 14 or 15, although I never asked their ages. It was intimidating (not), but I dealt with it. :P

****: I'm currently rereading Ptolemy's Gate, because Rae *glares* talks about it a lot, and forced me to. So there. (That's also why I'm doing this footnote thing instead of parenthesis. I'd forgotten how handy it is.)

Randomness

Ok, so this is just a mix of a bunch of different topics.

First off, play practice today was WICKED AWESOME. We choreographed the Prologue song (scrolling lyrics below this post), and David Nelson, aka Seamore, aka "dude-with-the-lead-role" did some stuff with Downtown, and he also did some 1-on-1 with the director for his speaking roles. I can't wait to see what mine are!!! But that'll be awhile yet... probably after the intermission. *le sigh*

Second on the agenda is: Eye drops suck. Especially if you forget to get the reversing drops. My eyesight was all fuzzy until ABOUT 5th period today (noon-thirty), and even now it's not all the way normal. Please remember that I got the drops at 4:30 pm YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.

Darn my step-dad for ditching my mom before she could meet us at the office and tell me to get the other drops - even though I told him to wait, AND even though my mom called him to say she was on her way. DARN him.

Third: Spencer says (in an email) that he might be posting from today on - but he's not sure. Don't shoot the messenger if he doesn't, though. Not my problem.

And that's all! Soooooo...

Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano

Little Shop of Horrors - the musical

OMG THE PLAY IS GOING TO BE THE SINGLE BEST PLAY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!

So, first of all, if you don't want to hear about how awesome my part is in the play and how awesome the play is going to be, DON'T READ THIS POST. Because that's the whole reason for this post. Except the bold part, which is KINDA connected to its bullet and kinda not. But READ IT!!! PLEASE!!! (It's red, too. Bold and red. You'll see it.)

MY LIST OF AWESOME STUFF ABOUT MY PART IN THE MUSICAL:

- I'm a hobo. A rich hobo - rich for a hobo, that is.
- My starting position is in the back of the auditorium. Guess what that means? Yep, I get to go down the aisle and do some interacting with the audience! I'm gonna cough on them, trip and fall (almost) on them, and wipe my nose - noisily - right in front of them. All perks of being a hobo!!
- Remember how I was a "rich" hobo? Well, while I'm walking towards the stage (center of attention - yikes [not really]), this girl who's being a poor(er) hobo is going to jump out at me, and I'm going to scream and run away, "terrified". It'll be GREAT!!!
- It's pretty high up there - I get a few speaking parts, and the only reason I didn't get a singing part was because I wrote "Please, no singing solos" on my application paper. I do NOT like singing in front of people. ;)

MY LIST OF AWESOME STUFF ABOUT THE WHOLE PLAY:
- Dude, the thing's about how a giant plant eats humans. How could it NOT be great?
- My friend Brynn is my partner for the customer stuff, so we get to work together, like, the whole time!!! AWESOMENESS!!

MY LIST OF NOT-SO-GREAT THINGS ABOUT BOTH OF THE ABOVE:
- I don't get to be eaten. :(
- My costume is probably going to be really weird, all... hobo-y.
- The director changed the ending so it's like the movie's. Which means the plant dies. Which means not a lot of people get to die. :(
- I'll miss about an hour and a half or so of Resistance time. I'll probably be on at about 4:20 central, which is an ESTIMATE. If I'm later than that, no sweat. Also, on Wednesday of this week, I'm going to an eye doctor appointment and PROBABLY won't be on at all. If I am, make your fonts on Yahoo! HUGE, because I'm getting eyedrops. >:(
- I don't get to be EATEN!!! :(

Aaaaand, that's all for now!
Peace, Love, and Llamas! (KOD)
-Emiliano

Twilight Rant

I. Am. Bored.

I also went to Twilight, like, last week, and now I think I have some ranting to do, on both ends of the spectrum. So here we go.

GOOD
- Bella's appearance was PERFECT. She looked exactly like she was described. I'm a big fan of this.
- Edward was sparkly. Like, REALLY sparkly. And it was AWESOME!!! xD
- The movie, in all, was far better than the book. *widens eyes* I just said that. I, Emily, just said that a movie was better than its book. That's not possible!
- Alice had one really awesome attitude! GO ALICE!
- It wasn't too long or too short. I was kind of afraid of that.

BAD
- Edward wasn't actually that hot. And his hair wasn't bronze.
- Jasper looked like he was, like, hypnotised or something. It was really disturbing.
- Jacob/Tay's hair was WAY too long. Who ever said anything about girly hair on Jacob???
- Ok, this isn't bad exactly, and it's not really on-subject, but I can't look at Tay without thinking, immediately, without fail, "Sharkboy". He's not Jacob, probably never will be. He's that kid who played an imaginary part-shark kid. *shrugs* My problem, not the movie's. He's a perfect Jacob, just will always be Sharky. :P

Anyway, that's my rant for today.

Peace, Love, and Llamas! (Keep on Dreamin'!)
-Emiliano