The Cullens prove that all high school stereotype groups can get along: The Constipated One, The Arty Chick, The Jock, The Bitchy Cheerleader, and The Emo Kid.
You see this table full of fantastically good-looking
vampires teenagers, and as you sit down at that lonely, empty table that no one every sits at because it has that wonky leg, you find yourself wishing that, maybe one day, you too could be a part of the in-crowd, the cool kids, the Plastics, the Cullens. If not for the fame and adoration and the social status, then at least so that you could sit at a table where you don't spill your drink every time you rest your elbows on the table top.
Wow. This is a nice cafeteria.
Since we got into the Twilight game after New Moon came out, Andee and I sort of feel like all those new kids in all those movies. There are already established, wildly popular Twilight blogs/websites out there, and here we come with our little podunk blog. Who do we think we are, anyway???
Our lunchroom was about 20 of these babies pushed together. Every other stool was missing, I swear. I don't know who would take them, or why, but they did. I bet Edward wouldn't have looked as sexy not eating at these tables.
When Andee and I would look at those fantastic cool-kid blogs (with their Lisa Frank folders and their hot pink Trapper Keepers with--OMG!--a Spottie Dottie pen/pencil holder that clips in, where did you get that???), we would immediatly begin e-mailing each other back and forth about what we read. We were lurkers, who instead of actually commenting on the BLOG, we commented to each other. Counterintuitive, we know. Those e-mails would turn into day-long conversations, and finally Andee told me that we had to write a blog, because if we were spending all that time talking Twilight, we might as well do it publicly--bloggy style. Yeah, I said it.
The Trapper Keeper. Mine was just as sexy.
So we really wanted to give shout-outs to all the blogs that really led us to creating our own. We do this, not only to honor our Twilight Bloggy Heros, but also to make sure that they know that we are not copying what they do. Because I remember how annoying it was to see little freshmen show up at a senior party, and we don't want to get kicked out of the senior Twilight Blog party for disrespecting our elders. (Did you guys feel like that in high school, or is it just a southern thing?) Oh, and also, we don't want to drink out of a beer bottle that someone has peed in, which, for the record, NEVER happened to us.
Freshmen would get dropped off at our parties. Which is weird, because they were in fields. How do you convince your parents to drop you off in the middle of a field? We would always set fire to something, the boys would never let us use their truck radios for booty music, and you had to sleep in your car. "Sure, son, I'll drop you off right here on the side of this lonely, country road. Riiiiiight."
Anway, so that UC and Moon from Letters don't have to ask themselves who the HALE we are, or STY and JJ from Twitarded don't start calling us "corncob knobs" (a southern addition to your creative cursing book!) behind our backs, here is a run down of all the people we look up to in the Twilight blogging world:
Letters to Twilight and Letters to Rob
You guys bring awesome to people every day, and while we are really just doing this blog for our own personal satisfaction and love for Twilight, we hope that maybe someday, someone out there will want to read our blog like they read y'alls!