So, before I left on my trip, a good friend suggested that I read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
Friend: Do yourself a favor and read The Hunger Games when you're on your roadtrip.
Me: The WHAT? Please don't get me started on another teenie-bopper book series. I'm still trying to get over Bella's stupid ass from Twilight... and Dumbledor dying in Harry Potter... and Artemis Fowl, the badass, never ending saga...
Friend: OK, stop. Seriously. You will love it. I promise there is no miserable teen angst and all the shit that goes along with it.... I pinky promise.
Me: No fucking way I'm buying the book.
Friend: You're a dumbass.
So, I bought the fucking book because I am NO dumbass. And I read it. Every last word of it. In two days. It was really good, y'all. So, of course, NOW I have to see the movie and buy the shirt and all that crap. I just can't get enough. Part of me is pissed off that my friend knows me so well... and part of me wants to smack her upside the head for getting me all wrapped up in a new series of books when I have tons of others [supposedly more stimulating] sitting on my bookshelves still unread.
And to make matters worse, fucking Woody Harrelson is in the movie. I love that guy. White boys CAN jump! And LENNY KRAVITZ?! Holy Shit, Lenny Kravitz is playing Cinna. I wanna jump his bones. And, I mean that in a sexual way.