I wasn’t planning on writing about this under penalty of torture, but I am far too amused and sadomasochistic to keep my embarassment to myself: I spent my Saturday afternoon as a 15 year old girl.

I went out intending to buy video games and monster trucks and Swedish bikini twins, but instead came home with .. infomercial-strength zit cream and a copy of Twilight on DVD.

I’m so sorry. My curiosity got the better of me. There will be a great deal of heckling – I’m quite confident I will find the movie hilarious beyond all imagining – and secretly, I *do* find the sparkly vampire to be fantastically pretty. I will enjoy looking at him. Shut up.

In an attempt to distract you from my utter mortification, here is a picture of the deep and meaningful art display from this earlier post:

don't laugh at me, laugh at this

Clearly, this is far funnier than me and you should laugh really hard at it.