Tropical weather means a lot of sun, heat, rain, and sweat inducing humidity. I love it.

I hate cold temperatures, not shopping mall air conditioned cold, but ear freezing cold. I went abroad, stood in natural snow, and came to realize I hate the frigid cold that feels like someone's pulling my ears. Out of my element, my skin itched like hell.

I have come to utterly despise the blasphemy that's been done to vampires. Seriously. Long ago Joss Whedon made vampires look cool. David Boreanaz as a kick ass 'Angel' vampire was cool. But Twilight, rabid fan girls' love for Twilight, and utter love for vampires just ruined my perspective on vampires. Vampires that glitter under the sun? I hate the brain and the utter sheer stupidity of who came up with it. Makes me think about werewolve gangsters wearing silver bling bling all around from some reason. I mean come on. 'Oh my god, he's a vampire, that's so hot.' That's just plain necrophilia no matter how any one can look at it. He can talk, eat, move, and make girls swoon. But he's dead. Pale, no blood flowing dead. No blood flowing. Get where I'm going? A dude who can't get his unit up? A dead dude?

It has come to a point that too much of anything isn't a good thing.

Angst.

I don't mind reading some angst. Tragedy? No. But too much angst, I'd stop reading and leave. To each, his own. I read to escape the tragedies and angst of reality, too much of that already. There's a difference between falling and wallowing in shit, as compares to getting back up, clear yourself and move on with the faint stain as a reminder.