Here it is my friends

I'm gonna keep it short and sweet. I would be willing to best most of you have already seen the movie and if you haven't...go now.

First, I gotta start by saying I'm tired of all the hatin' on Twilight. New Moon was phenomenal. Fantastic. Freakin' genius. But, so was Twilight. Now everybody is beating up Catherine Hardwicke and the first flick and it's pissing me off. The first movie started it all for me. If it weren't for Twilight, I never would have read the books and discovered the series. I saw Twilight in theatres 6 times. And loved it more every time. I think Catherine did an amazing job and I really don't understand why everyone hates it so much. We all watch it ad nauseum on DVD, don't we? Stop the hate.

With that being said, I don't think that New Moon was soooo much better than Twilight. I'm not even sure they are equally as good. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED New Moon, but I have a special place for Twilight in my heart.

Big thoughts on the movie:
-HATED the contacts the vamps wore. And the makeup. Their eyes looked irritated and they were too pasty in this film. They looked too obviously vampire. The subtlety of the makeup in Twilight was where it's at. The vamps are supposed to be otherworldly, but not overtly unnatural looking. Oh, and I hated Jasper's wig. And the weird look he gives Bella at the beginning of the movie when he uses his mind control action. Constipation much?
-The scene where Edward and Bella kiss (when she does the weird eyebrow raise thing? Loves you Kristen) is hotness times 10.
-The Volturi/reunion scene=full on WIN (I was bugged by the fight, tho. So didn't happen in the book - I tried not to do this too much, but I couldn't help but be bugged by some of the innaccuracies. Esp. when Edward calls and Jake answers and says "He's planning a funeral." He was totes supposed to think it was Carlisle.)
-Kristen Stewart is so amazing. I am in love.
-The scene where Edward walks toward the screen in slow motion=drool.
-Taylor Lautner blew me OUT of the freakin' water. I was so impressed. I never really took him seriously until now. How stupid I was.
-How funny is Mike Newton?
-I loved Edward quoting Romeo and Juliet. thud.
-And the whole "Can you forgive me?" stuff. Crikey.
-Dramatic ending: "Marry me, Bella." OMG.

Bottom line: Fuckin' great.

I think I have a hard time saying I liked New Moon better than Twilight cuz when I saw Twilight I knew nothing of the series and it really opened me up to a whole new world. And I am so grateful for that. I would give anything to be able to go back to that time. As my roommate put it (about the scene when Edward discovers Bella is "dead" and crushes his cell phone in distress): "What about the people who hadn't read New Moon? Can you imagine seeing that for the first time?" Can you imagine indeed? And what about the ending? If you haven't read the series at this point, you gotta be scrambling to see what happens in Eclipse, right?

New Moon count: Twice. Plans for the mom and me on Friday. I am so gonna break the Twi record.

"Kiss me."

I know what you're expecting...

But, I'm not gonna give it...yet. My New Moon post is coming. I don't have the energy needed to write that post yet. So until then, enjoy the sex:

Mass hyperventilation...

is going to happen tomorrow night at midnight. Why? Like you didn't know. How many ladies are seeing the New Moon premiere at midnight? I'd be willing to bet most everyone who reads this blog. (*waves at her most fave people in the world* shout out to spellbound and my homie Honolulu girl - the faithful commenter she is)

I have pretty much tried to avoid as many spoilers as possible. Early on, I watched a few New Moon trailers, but when my fave sites started posting EVERY detail of EVERY scene of the effing movie, I tuned out. I don't wanna see the damn thing before I SEE the damn thing. You know what I mean. Anywho, I cant wait. It feels like just yesterday that I was a normal girl who knew nothing of this "vampire book." And now I'm crazed. It felt like New Moon would never come. Alas, it has. I cherish my crazy.

I'm sooo excited to see Twilight before New Moon too. Some asshole idiot dude on the radio was talking about how stupid it was for us fans to pay "10 bucks to see a movie in theatres that you could easily watch in the comfort of your own home." Okay, douchebag A) I only paid 5 bucks to see Twilight in theatres :) B) Everyone knows watching a movie at the theatre is totes different than watching at home. It's an experience. And C) Are you fucking crazy calling Twilight fans stupid? We'll cut a bitch.

Can't wait til tomorrow. It will be number 6 in theatres for Twilight. I totes plan to break my record by seeing New Moon at LEAST twice as much. I already have plans to see it with my roommate, my mom, and my friend. And, I will see it many times by myself - which is how I prefer to see a movie anyway. No distractions. Yeah, I'm a freak. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

P.S. Are you reading Emancipation Proclamation? No? Go read it now. Thanks.

British Invasion...part II

Hello again, kids. And it continues....

November 10th. It's pouring down rain. I just find out my dog had to be put to sleep because he had a stroke. He was 15. I had had him since I was 8. Depressing times.

RIP Jacky.

So the day's not going so well.

We get ready and leave kinda early this time. The show started at 8. We left at 7. We park and it's still POURING. And FML, I've left my umbrella in my car. So we have one umbrella for two people. Sarah's in heels. I'm in chucks. Mismatched steps. Mismatched heights. Wind blowing. Not a good combo. We have to walk a block and my entire right side is SOAKED when we get there. I swear we were the only ones who got wet. And were above the age of 15. Everyone was there for this Justin Nozuka guy. Whoever that is. Apparently, he's the next big thing for the acne prone set. I guess they all got daddy to pay the 15 fucking dollars for the covered parking garage. We're skint as the Brits say, we paid three dollars and walked. Yeah, we suffered. Ish.

The act before Sam was sweet. I think they were called Elizabeth and the Catapults. She was like a mix between Norah Jones, Fiona Apple, and Sara Bareilles. She looked like Sara, had Fiona-ish lyrics, and sounded like Norah. Pretty cool.

Sam was next and he was amazing. I only recognized one song. I'm a bad fan, but it was great nonetheless. He said he would be at his table after his performance and encouraged us to come say hi. Didn't have to tell us twice. We left right after his performance and waited on him in the lobby. We saw his guitar players walk by first. And they were super hot too and had really tight pants. I'm liking this trend...

Then he appeared. And this drunk guy who was apparently in love with him started yelling at him "It's fucking SAM BRADLEY!!!" It was awkward. And then this other guy (back off dudes) went up to him and he was pretty drunk too. He was semi-heckling him during his performance, which brought out the bodyguard in me. I kinda wanted to punch this drunk asstard "John." He told Sam that he covered "Too Far Gone" well. COVERED. Get a grip. This guy knows nothing. a) Sam wrote the shit. b) How do you know about Rob's version? Your girlfriend? Sure... c) Why are you still standing here? He then tells Sam that the next time he comes to Atlanta that Sam should come see HIM. What the fuck? Yeah. Fucker.

Finally, it's our turn. Sarah goes up and gets a pic. And I ask him why he didn't sing SoHo Whores. I tell him it's my fave. He kinda laughs and mumbles something. Then I tell him we love him and that we walked in the rain to see him. (I had to milk it. Hey, we did walk from our car!) I tell him I don't want to get him wet and he says "It's okay." He already had me wet. *wink* I'm a slut. I thanked him for coming to Atlanta and I say "Come see Atlanta again." How retarded could I sound? And towards the end I gradually start walking away feeling all awkward and I think he was still trying to talk to me. But, I waved this retarded goodbye and kinda bolt. My boldness had worn off. I just feel like such an asshole going up to someone and saying "I really like your music." No shit. Why the fuck else would I be there? Anyway, I'm getting better at it. I'm such a groupie. Soon I will be fucking them. *rubs hand together* Srsly, tho. How do people become groupies? You gotta have balls man.

Anyways, Exhibit A:

B:

And jackpot:

Money. Life is good.

Oh, by the way, Rob knows this guy. Yeah. And he's probably touched him. No bigs.

British Invasion

So I know I've been away a while, but there is justification. I've been working. A LOT. And then there was that whole dark day that I won't talk about on this blog. (My Rob lovers know what I'm talkin' about. le sigh) And then there's this whole British invasion happening in my life. Yes, my friends the year is 1965....not really. But, it is kinda like the second coming (hehe) of the Brits. I got to go see #2 and #11 on my list. (Those are not completely random numbers. They were deliberately and meticulously picked out for these men.)

November 5th I went to see Mr. Bobby LONGGGG in concert. There's this whole story. And of course you get to hear it. Ok, so....we left the apartment a little later than I wanted to (I leave WAY early for stuff) and we got there and didn't have to pay for parking and we found a spot right in front of the club. Way to go being a procastinator Sarah! We get in, head to the bar and I start looking for a place to sit because I'm in heels and I didn't really wanna stand. But, there was no place, so I picked this railing to lean up against that was off to the side of the stage. We're standing there watching this guy Corey Crowder, who was good - just not my style, when Sarah looks at me and starts telling me something through clenched teeth. She has this sort of panicked look on her face and I couldn't understand her. I finally lean over and she whispers to me (BOBBY IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU). I froze. "NO WAY. No he's not." I said. I couldn't turn around. He was leaning up against the wall watching the other guy perfrom. She kept telling me he was there, but I was too afraid to look. Sarah wanted to take a picture with him, but I was paralyzed. Then these girls went up to him and asked for a picture and he vanished (cuz he's classy - I assume - and didn't want to take away from the other guy's performance). After he was gone, Sarah showed me where he was standing. I SWEAR, if I had taken just one step back, I woulda been all up in his muffin. I started freaking.

Anywho, he performed. He was awesome and cute and I knew all of the songs he sang this time. It turns out that where we were standing was kismet. Bobby's table of goodies was set up right in front of us and I was determined to ask this nice lady selling his stuff if she could get us the "in" to meet him. Meanwhile (while I was scheming) Bobby talked about liking America's fine dining restaurants (Waffle House) and our aquarium here in GA. He went last time and was going again the next day. Oh, and I gotta mention the pants. They were sooooo tight. Like, you could see the outline of his muffin tight. Sex. Yeah.

After the show, we stood around waiting to see what was gonna go down and I was working up the nerve to ask T-shirt lady the big question when I hear this guy ask, "Is Bobby gonna come out and mingle?" She says "I don't want to tell you yes and he doesn't and you get mad, but it's unusual for him not to come talk to his fans." She tells him to hang on and asks this other girl. (The whole convo between them was whispered, but I could hear it cuz I was RIGHT next to them. I had to tell Sarah all of this was happening.) The girl tells her that Bobby said no, he was afraid that it would cause a scene. So, I get uber disappointed, but I wasn't about to give up. It just made me determined to get that girl to let me meet him. Next thing I know, though, Sarah spots him in the lobby. And...

I freeze. Again.

But, I work up the balls when I see a little line forming. We were third in line and Sarah shakes his hand and takes a picture. I go over and shake his hand and he says...get this..."Hi. I'm Bobby Long." UNGH. I shake his hand and he puts his arm around me to take the pic. Melt. And I thank him for coming out and he says "Cheers." FUCKING CHEERS!!! I almost lost it then. But we cooly and calmly walk to the car. We get in and proceed to scream our effing lungs out. You woulda thought we were 14 and just met Nick Carter. It was crazy amazing.  And here's the evidence folks:

Sex.



Part two? Coming up....

So a year ago, I discovered something...

wonderful! I can't believe it has been a year since I read Twilight. I am going to do this whole long, boring post about how I found out about it, what it means to me, yada, yada, yada. I'm saving that for another day. I'm sure you all can't wait. I feel like I owe it to the universe to shout out a thanks for sending this big ball of awesome my way. But, that post can wait. For now, I'm going to give you another New Moon quote. Because I can. And it is but a tiny look at why Twilight means so much to me:

"I didn't want to fight anymore. And it wasn't the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me conent to stay where I was. I was almost happy that it was over. this was an easier death than others I'd faced. Oddly peaceful.
   I thought briefly of the cliches, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before you eyes. I was so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun, anyway?
   I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment. I could see his perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes. He was angry, naturally, that I was giving up. His teeth were clenched and his nostrils flared with rage.
  'No! Bella, no!'
   My eyes were flooded wit the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever. I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, I was content. I'd forgotten what real happiness felt like.
   Happiness. It made the whole dying thing pretty bearable."

I cannot try and really explain or justify why this hits so close to home for me. It will always come out as trite or overly dramatic. But, a few years ago I could have plunged myself off of that cliff in La Push and it would have felt like a relief. Anything would have been better than the pain. But I lived. And so does Bella.

That is why I get so defensive when people call her weak. Because who hasn't been? What she makes of herself in the end is what makes her so strong. That she pulls herself through it. Her need and love for Edward, and his for her is NOT a weakness. To love and trust someone the way she does is a strength. To be able to trust your heart so fully with someone takes a LOT of courage. At least for me it does. I think that is ultimately why New Moon is my favorite book in the series. I relate to it so much. Stephenie writes the words as if she has experienced that kind of pain and loss herself, although she says that she never has. Girl can write it like she's lived it though.

And I'm thu. Expect another delightfully Twilosophical post when my one year annivesary of the Twi-love hits. (Not until late November...I don't have an EXACT date that I started the books. That would make me a freak. sheesh.)

Thanks for listening folks! Feel free to tell me why Twilight means so much to you. I'd love to hear it!

This is my little brother...

Yeah. I can't make this shit up.

I love him regardless.