"I did not kill him!"

"BITCH I SAWS YOU."

Stephenie Meyer should go to jail for ass raping me and other readers, vampires, werewolves, and the countless wallets that have shelled out money to pay for her books (and I use the term loosely). I couldn't even finish it it was so bad, and it just gets worse. I stopped for the second time when I found out Edward can't go out into sunlight else he'll sparkle:

Edward: Oh Bella! I'm so sorry! You must be terribly frightened.

Bella: *is dazzled* I want your babies.

I didn't think the publishing house was so bad off that it actually took submissions from hobos. Not only do the characters lack any real development making them all static and two dimensional, but Bella's loved by all and her only character flaw to make her more "believable" is that she's clumsy. What really sucks is that Bella's and Edward's personalities are based solely on them being "in love". Even the grammar in the book fucking sucks, but I'm not going to start on grammar.

Stephenie Meyer needs to wake up from her fucking fantasy of what high school is like and get the fuck over herself. I came across an interview she did and she stated that she did no planning or plotting for the book. I sat there and said, "WELL that explains a fucking lot." Plot and logic do not exist in Meyer's world.

There is nothing decent about Meyer's books - Actually, I take that back. They make for some fantastic kindling.

Stephenie Meyer, I gave you polio.

mooooooooooooo

I should never be left unattended in an art room.

I had gone to my school to complain about recieving a letter saying that I didn't return a book when I had as well as put a canvas painting that I sent in as part of an exam back on stretcher bars.

I clear up the book thing, and then the office assistant has a custodian unlock the door to one of the art rooms for me and he walks off.

I put the canvas back on, find a canvas I had stretched and primed as well as a photo I had hand-tinted. I'm looking at the little primed 12x12 canvas, and then I just started this whole fucking spree.

When I got home, I counted that I took ten paintbrushes, 15 tubes of paint (four were unused), maybe half a quart of india ink, probably a pint of gesso, a 12x12 canvas and 12x24 canvas.

As I walked out of there today though, all I thought was, "Shit. I didn't get a paintbrush for that gesso..."