Twilight is a virus?

I don't know. I think it might be.

I went to see Breaking Dawn - Part I with F, and I loved it. Cut out my tongue, pluck out my hair, rip off my nails (I'm working on Lethal Masterpiece right now, and I can just imagine how Mannis would enjoy that so very much) and drive a stake through my chest. The Twilight Saga is my guilty pleasure. Everybody's gotta have one, right?

Anyway, towards the end I suddenly felt sick. And I'd ick'ed so many times at this point, I mean things were getting kind of gross. Lots of blood and goo, things I normally wouldn't mind. The whole romance deal seemed lost and replaced with the Anorexic Hellish Labour of Death. F kept insisting that Kristen Stewart had to have starved herself to look that bony, and I told her no way. It's just makeup and animation for fuck's sake. Just. What a naive thing to say. Of course she didn't starve herself, she's not fucking Christian Bale.

Anyway, suddenly I just got this killer headache, and my head started to spin, so I closed my eyes for two minutes during which I felt unspeakably embarrassed and horrified at myself. I don't think F noticed. While I had my eyes closed I felt bloated -- been a while since I had soda, and I wouldn't have purchased it if I hadn't had one of those free tickets. I tried to occupy my mind and concentrated on taking deep, steady breaths. I thought about the train ride home, and what a fucking joy that would be if I started feeling sick now... I thought about the salt on the popcorn, the sugar in the soda, and how I would make sure to write notes on my soda/alcohol intake from now on, so I can keep track of when I last had either two. The urge to vomit subsided, and I was able to enjoy the rest of the movie without further distractions.

Aaand now I'm at my dad's, I found out he's throwing his own birthday party tomorrow, I feel like a dipshit for not having a present at the ready, and my ribs are killing me. Like, it feels like I'm being stabbed. I had to pieces of tiramisu, as if I didn't know any better. Oh, but I do. Headache still won't go away. I don't know what's the matter with me. Everybody's gone to sleep, so I should be getting ready as well, I guess.....