Ok disclaimer time. I have only seen the first two movies, I have not read the books. Nor will I. Though it is often true that the book is better than the movie, the spirit and general themes are usually pretty close to the same. Which means I won't be wasting my time with the books.

Bella..What an emo, clingy, crazy bitch! Is this what young girls look up to, is this their current heroine? This whiney, weak, crazy little thing that stares at everything and rarely has anything intelligent to add! I'm not saying that all heroines should be Laura Croft Tombraider or anything, not at all, there are many different kinds of feminine strength, but COME ON! Can't live without some man in her life? If not Edward then Jacob. She just can't be single! Is that how we want our girls acting, just clinging to men like they're a life raft and they have 10lb weights strapped to them? Oh I have to kill myself just to see his face, WTF?! What the hell kind of message is that sending, if your boyfriend leaves you the solution is to kill yourself? Uh no, the solution is to eat a pint of ice cream, go out with your girls, and get the fuck on with your life! I'm not saying it's easy. But DAMN! I guess I'm not a teenage girl anymore, I just don't get the emo mentality.

Edward...You're 109 years old, how about you ACT LIKE IT! You have so much knowledge and experience and yet you act like an idiot teenager? I'm sorry, but that is just not believable! What is with people trying to kill themselves just because something doesn't go their way?! And for heavens sake, STOP SPARKLING! The writers idea to make him sparkle was one of the dumbest things to come out of literature in a very long time. Vampires vaporize in the sunlight, they always have, and they always should. Or if not, then at least something more manly than fucking sparkling. That was incredibly lame!

Jacob...The best part about the movies, but still lame. Hot, yes, but still lame. Sigh. The whole werewolves vs the Cullins is stupid. The Cullins are "vegetarians" (lame) so why wouldn't the werewolves, who are supposed to be protecting the humans from vampires (lame, werewolves don't protect people they kill people just like vampires) team up with the friendly vampires against the unfriendly ones? And as for Jacob himself, well we already had the emo kid now I guess we needed the unpredictable hot head. Good job. Is he supposed to be the good guy or what?

Teams..Team Edward, Team Jacob, how about Team Getthefuckoveritalready. I will give this author and the director some credit, they sure know how to market to young girls. Teams. Great, just one more way for those cutthroat bitches known as teenage girls to go after each other. Let's put them on teams now. And make lots of money on merchandizing, because every team has to have it's uniform and official gear. Many movies have had this kind of thing, but this one comes right out and makes the division. And profits from it!

Relationships and Romance....I saw nothing even approaching a healthy relationship/romance in these movies. Just the opposite. But I guess normal, healthy, successful relationships are just too boring. Good role models, good morals, good examples just don't sell.

Cody's Summary: Avoid Twilight and New Moon like the plague. In fact, if someone wants you to go and see Twilight or New Moon, kiss a plague victim. You won't regret it.  

 Warning: Angry Blog, see bottom for kittens

The movie was funny, the game is fun, so why are some schools banning it? Well, for one because some dumbass teachers in New York didn't use the "softer" red rubber balls that our faces became so intimately familiar with in Elementary School. No, instead they used Soccer Balls! And some poor kid got his teeth knocked out. I feel bad for the kid, I agree that the school should pay for his teeth since they were just incredibly stupid, but to ban the game completely? No. Sorry, but this is just one more way to pussify our kids. To make them weak and obese and puny. Dodge Ball is a rite of passage for youngsters. You're not a "big kid" until you can take one to the face and only cry a little. "Oh, we can't let them throw balls at each other! It fosters cold prickley feelings and makes them feel less special because there is always going to be that one poor little angel that everyone throws a ball at." Bull shit! I'll give your face a "special" feeling with those awesome red bouncy balls! I was that poor little angel, I was the slow one that everyone picked on and teased mercilessly, and I picked up the balls and threw them back! I knocked the shit out of a few of my tormentors on more than one occasion. Being able to take that, pick yourself up, and dish it back, is an important life skill. If we sugar coat everything, make everyone "special" and everything easy, then they won't know what to do in life when they are confronted with adversity and a world where less than 1% are special in any way. 

Everyone is so concerned about the little kiddies hurting themselves, but....that's what KIDS DO! They push themselves, they test the limits of their immortality, they do reckless things that we adults with bills wouldn't dream of. That's how they learn their limits. That is how they grow strong and healthy and bold. To pussify them, to make everything safe, is just not doing them any favors. It is doing the parents more of a favor than anything, by making the kid cheaper in the short term. In the long term, it is more costly. Having to deal with obesity and all of its subsequent ailments is a lot more expensive than a few stitches every now and then. 

We're so concerned with what the kids are eating, and that is a good thing, we forget the other half to being healthy. What are they doing? Can't play Dodge Ball, can't play Tag or any of its infinite variants, no running, exercise shouldn't hurt or work you up into a sweat, shortened recess times! Don't get me wrong, I'm glad the cafeteria food isn't moving anymore (true story) but we gotta let them run around and be crazy. How many kids are misdiagnosed with ADD just because they are hyper and need to run around and BE A KID and the shortened recesses just aren't cutting it?

I just don't get the need to overprotect them at every turn. To take the joy of being a kid away. I wish I still believed myself immortal, that I weren't always so cautious and afraid of getting hurt. In the back of my mind are my bills. I won't climb a tree, I got bills to pay. So sad. 

Oh where to start on this one. A lot of people think being an only child is messed up, pretty much guaranteeing either a spoiled free loader or a manically depressed sociopath depending upon who you ask.

I am an only child.

I am...

1. Spoiled. Oh boy am I spoiled. I freely admit this. However, I am neither rotten nor a brat. Though I am spoiled, I appreciate what is given to me by my loving parents and family. I do not feel that I am entitled to money/object/whatever simply because I exist. I do not feel that because my parents took care of me that I own them. I love and appreciate my parents and know that I am not worthy of their bountiful gifts.
2. A private person. And never was this brought more drastically to my attention than touring the British Isles with Matt and Aaron. Staying in those Hostels, never having a single moment of privacy, even having to use public restrooms and SHOWERS, was extremely hard for me. It eventually took a bit of a toll on my sanity. I am less equipped to deal with that kind of situation than say a person with many siblings. I need my quiet space. I need a private fucking SHOWER. I can take it for a bit, but then I gotta have my space. I do that with Matt too. There are just some nights where I come home and I just want to be alone. It has nothing to do with him, it is just me being me.
3. Messed up in some ways. Who isn't? You? Fuck you liar!
4. Shy. I have dealt with shyness all of my life. But this doesn't stem from being an only child, it stems from being an outcast at school and being a perfectionist to the point of it being a hinderance sometimes, and from having very nearly no confidence and self esteem. I have taken steps to combat this over the years. I took debate mainly for the extemporaneous speaking portion. Now it is all I can do to give a how to lecture on bowling and not somehow link sticking your head in the ball return to nuclear war. Ironically I have less stage fright about giving a speech than I do about going up to a stranger and asking for the time. I tried to combat this by getting into the customer service industry. Makes sense right, exposure to more people and being forced to talk to them should get you over your shyness. No. What it did was put me in a position to be cowed down and throw under the bus time and time again. It taught me that people are douche bags and need to eat shit and die. Well that is not a very healthy attitude is it? lol. But it's not from being an only child! *couchwalmartcough*

I am NOT

1. A manically depressed sociopath. PUH-LEASE! Do you really think that having an older brother that will torture you and a younger sister that is Gods Gift to Earth makes you less messed up than me? You who has to do crazy and or stupid things to get your parents attention. You who will never measure up, or is considered the last hope of the family, or is invisible, you think you were better off than me? I'm not saying that having siblings is automatically horrible but here is what I did NOT have to contend with: Well when your brother/sister was your age, they...(insert something that makes you feel lousy): Your brother/sister is so (something usually having to do with appearance and or grades), why can't you be more like them?: Well your brother/sister did (something bad) again, if you do any of that you will get DOUBLE the punishment!: Your younger brother/sister breaks something and blames you for it. WILL YOU STOP TOUCHING ME!! Things of that nature. I think I'm better off without that stuff. That kind of nonsense is enough to drive someone to madness. Not coming home to a quiet and stable household where the rules make sense, you are blamed only for what you actually did, no one bullies or picks on you, and you are judged based solely on your own merit/deeds.
2. A recluse. While I did spend a paragraph going on about how important my privacy is to me, it is important to note that I am not a recluse. I do enjoy being out with people very much! Nothing makes me happier than to gather my friends up in a group and have a good time. That being said some people accuse only children of having few friends. Well, let me pause for a moment and define something for you. A friend is someone who you are close with, can tell just about anything to, trust with secerets, will go out of your way to help/be around. An acquaintance is someone you know OF, you may even exchange superficial pleasantries with them on occasion, but you don't really care about them. Not REALY. You can have tons of acquaintances, but I have more FRIENDS than you. Or maybe not, maybe you do have more actual friends than me. Who cares? It's not a race, there is no contest (also a bad part about having siblings is being overly competitive), you have the number of friends that you are comfortable with, that your lifestyle at the time can handle. 
3. Some artsey fartsey emo fag that talks about death and wears all black and thinks life is nothing but pain until you die, while at the same time living in my plush suburban home with a nice family and nothing to actually complain about. I like to rant on here, this is so, but when I leave this computer, that is it. I'm done. I go and live a happy life. I smile and have fun and take joy in all around me. Some days I feel a bit emo, but I have never had any kind of disorder where I cut myself or hurt myself or anything like that. Why? Because I had a stable and loving family. Why? I think it is BECAUSE I was an only child! A controversial theory, I know, but one that I firmly believe in. Many experts say that the key to emotional stability as an adult is stability as a child. Children are themselves instability incarnate. Chaos embodied. Does it not stand to reason that having more than one of these beings of pure anarchy would only amplify the situation! Not that I believe that all that happens to a person as an adult, the choices they make, should be blamed on the parents and the home life. Not at all in fact. But there is an influence. That influence must be acknowledged, and if negative OVERCOME. NOT used as an excuse.

Cody's summary: Only children rock, the other kids are just jealous. lol