I have not been a fangirl in a very long time. (I do not count the Filipino douchebag as someone fangirl worthy.) Going by my last fanfiction, I'd say it's been two years. But fuck, man, New Moon brought my fangirl fever back like rabies. I am neither Team Edward or Team Jacob. I'm not even Team Jasper anymore. I'm fucking Team Caius. Even thought he had like, no lines and the whole Italy sequence only took like fifteen/twenty minutes, it was certainly enough to get me writing a new fanfiction (which probably won't make it up here), start looking for pictures (see favorites) and get me already planning to go see it again. I didn't even care about the books that much! As far as reviews go, it was five hundred percent better than Twilight, but Kirsten Stewart still can't act. She's like a robot or something. No believable emotion whatsoever. Maybe right after Edward left, but that's probably because I identified with her.

If you'll excuse me, I have to get my homework done so I can go get my Volturi wristband.