The Actual Lily Evans

I have been informed by many of my friends, and for many different reasons, that it would be worth my while to read Twilight, the first of Stephenie Meyer's books, which is precisely what I have spent the past few hours doing while I wait for vea to return from the evil employers who made her work this weekend. And oh, I'm so glad I did! So very, very glad. I don't think I've laughed so much reading a book since I first read Adrian Mole, although Adrian Mole differs from Twilight in that Sue Townsend intends to make her readers laugh. Oops.

( Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin )
In other news, I dislocated my ankle and I can no longer walk without using vea as a human crutch (she can take it). I wish there was an interesting story behind this, but it is merely due to a mini-golf accident in which I jumped on a rock too heavily in order to avoid vea's ball, twisted around on one foot and fell over. My right ankle sadly suffered significant damage. It was well funny, though. Also funny that the doctor gave me a splint designed for the left ankle. Obviously this has come about as a result of psychic Twilight-fangirl hate vibes that have been directed at me for daring to dislike the book. I am a bad person.

Doctor Who is my new favourite television show. David Tennant is my hero. My hilarious, badass, foxy hero. Love the Doctor. Love him as much as James, even. They should team up and fight crime. Yummy.