Monday, 28 September 2009

The day out

Okay, I know I've not been around to blog post due to reading Fanfic and family get togethers and also tons of other crap that has been going on.

And because of this, I'm going to bore the hell outta you all with my adventures that happened this Saturday ;P

We ventured to Matlock in the Peak District, which is now my all time very fave place. It was an awesome, sunny day. And when we got there... The amount of motorbikes that were around was amazing. I was in heaven and loving every minute of it!

Mini-e was very grumpy for the simple fact that it was going to be a sunny day and he'd have to stay in my pocket for most of the day

Unfortunatly about an hour and a half into the journey to where we were going, we got a puncture... A really, really bad puncture. The kind where you don't know it's happened except for the fact that it suddenly got really noisey.

Look, Mini-e was able to hire in the tyre for the simple fact it was that bad all the way around and the only way the rubber was still on the alloys was because this tear was only on one side of the tyre. But all the way around the tyre...

We finally got there, and there was this really pretty garden with really pretty flowers. Here is one of the flowers. Mum made me take a picture of a pink rose, which was good but I don't like pink all that much..

On our way home, we were staring at the sky. And when I say we, I mean me and my little brother because dad was glaring at the road maps and mum was "focusing" on driving. Anyway, we saw two hot air balloons. So mum decided to check it out, we came across two others. One was just lifting off and the other was beginning to inflate.

The wind kept hitting the side of the hot air balloon and it swayed from side to side, hitting the trees to the right a few times but not actually doing any damage to it.

It took them ten minutes to finally get it to this stage because the dude who was inflating it forgot to close the flap at the top and the hot air was escaping too quickly. They finally realised, closed them over and it inflated pretty quick after that. Although as it began to lift, it was still tethered to the jeep, making the jeep move forwards slowly as it lifted

They released it and it slowly began to rise up. While they did it though, the basket nearly tipped everyone out of it and my dad, as having stood so close to it, grabbed hold of it and held it steady.

We stayed until it flew into the distance. We all giggled madly and waved until the people got out of sight.

It was a pretty damn fun day. And one that I doubt I'll ever forget.

Oh, and just so he'll shut the hell up. Dimmeh you are mentioned in the post... Here =D

Monday, 21 September 2009

Another still !!!

To add to a few of the other stills we have from New Moon, here is yet another one. And I have to say, that this still is fucking a!!

I squeed when I saw this because... well just LOOK at it!!!


Thanks to Twi-crack Addict for this picture

I know I've been giving Chris Weitz a lot of praise. Don't look at me like that, I love the guy!

But I think I have a whole new brand of worshipping should be invented for this guy for the simple fact LOOK! It looks like the perfect. It looks like the exact way it did in the book. From the daunting ill look on Mike's face, Jake about to break into a smile and both their arms on the hand rests with hands turned up.

Can you say SQUUEEEE!!!???

I actually NEED for tickets to be on sale so I can stop worrying about getting in for a midnight viewing. I swear I will kick asses if anyone tries to cut in front of me while there!!

The planning has gone into action, though my second in command has been m.i.a. for a while, I haven't a clue where she's gone, but when tickets are released, this gal will be first in line and buying her tickets. Trust me, those little stubs will be saved and placed on the shelf that has become totally Twilight related

Friday, 18 September 2009

Mini-e's photoshoot

So, I decided to do a mini-e photoshoot with my other little toys.

Yes I'm a geek and like Doctor Who too. Those action figures BEND too.

Here is what happened when Mini-e met a Cyberman, The Master, Dalek-Human Hybrid and Martha Jones...


It all started off really nice

Then the cocky bendy fuckers over powered mini-e

Martha straddled him hoping for her own halfy baby

Mini-e obviously got the better of them before Martha could get her way
After a swift scolding to the Doctor Who figures and sticking them on the shelf with the porcleine dolls, mini-e and I had a victory dance over his kicking the moveable figures asses.
Even though mini-e doesn't bend much, he still kicked ass. There will be a lot more mini-e adventures coming and I think I may even involve Emmett bear when it's in the house. It's hard to smuggle a teddy bear in your bag and take pictures when you're out and about. Trust me :P

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

I'm sorry!

Please don't shoot me. Pretty please with RPattz on top?

I know I've been a really lousy blogger right now, but you know how it is, job hunting takes the absoloute piss as well as having to run around and help with the house work while still fighting off the damn cold that has left me partly deaf in one ear. The Doc said it should clear up, When? who the fuck knows, as with all doctors they give you an answer that means it can't lead to you suing their dumb asses for being just plain assholes

Anyway, with all that going on I've just had no time. As I'm sure a few people on twitter will tell you. 'cept from a few spontaneous outbursts every now and then I've been quieter than normal.

So, to apologise to you all in the only way I know possible. I'm going to put up the gorgeous new trailer for you all.

Those who are abstaining from all things spoiler related, I beg you to look away now. I'd hate to be the one to break your will. I know it's hard, and for you guys I have a picture of the gorgeous RPattz instead ;P



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Sexpenders... Right? =D

Am I forgiven for being neglectful now? Really?

Friday, 11 September 2009

OH MY *died*

Seriously, unless you're living under a rock (Or abstaining from watching/reading any spoilers) then you would have seen the new, New Moon trailer.

And OH. MY. GOD!!

I officially LOVE Chris Weitz. Who cares if he's changed the Volvo?

I don't care anymore. The wolves don't look shit, they look fan-fucking-tastic.

And the Volturi scene? OMG! The look on Jane's face... So, so, good. Dakota Fanning = Amazing Jane. I can't keep watching it without squeeing like a mad person. I swear if they filmed me I'd looked like I should be in a straight jacket in a nice, white, padded room.
I also had to watch this gorgeous trailer on the computer downstairs with the volume turned right up. I clutched mini-e to me and held in the squeels until I was safely in my room. Because lord knows if the parents saw me squeeing at the computer screen and bouncing up and down like a crazy person I WOULD be in that nice, white, padded cell before you could say Twilight.


NOVEMBER WILL YOU GET HERE SOON!? Because I know that I won't be able to contain my excitement much longer.

Off to go watch that trailer for the ump-tenth time. God I love Twilight, god I love Chris Weitz... And even more importantly, I love the CGI people for beefing up the wolves. WOOP WOOP!!

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Changing Luck: Chapter 12 - dress up

Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.
I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:
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Chapter 12 – Dress up


I stared at the clock. It was only half ten and I was part way through having my hair and make-up done, at the same time I might add.

I must have looked at that clock every five minutes for the past half hour. Because, as much as I loved getting dressed up, this part was boring as hell. I loved doing my own make-up because then I could get it just how I wanted. But Rachel had insisted on us getting it all done professionally. Curtsey of Jackson’s card of course.

I stretched a little, my shoulders were stiff from sitting in the same position. I had to keep my arms in front of me so that I wouldn’t get in the way or risk having my arms banged by the hairdressers or make-up artist. My neck was starting to get slightly sore as well as my scalp. Did they really have to pull my hair so much and yank in opposite directions to each other when they put the curlers in?

I looked over at Rachel, She was in her element. She was pointing to different pictures in front of her then different sections of her hair. I swear if that girl could concentrate on anything for more than 10 minutes she’d be an amazing hairdresser. She didn’t require as many curlers as I did. Sometimes I really wished my hair was thinner then this wouldn’t take as long as it did. Straightening it was just as bad too.

Rachel turned her chair to me and grinned “we’re going to look amazing you know. And you hair always looks brilliant curled. I don’t know why you don’t just have it permed that way”

I glared at her and swotted at the make-up artist as she tried to put the lipstick on “Rach, I hate having my hair curled. It looks like a bird’s nest the next day and always takes me forever to straighten and get all the kinks out”

The woman took advantage of me finishing my sentence and attacked my lips with some form of lipstick and then covered it in gloss “There, done.” She said and smiled at me

“Can I see yet?” I looked up at her then at the covered up mirror with narrowed eyes. I hated not being able to see things. I may as well have been blindfolded. It really got on my nerves and I didn’t know why

“NO!” Rachel practically yelled at me and everyone surrounding us “Not until she’s done. I want her to see the finished product” she then grinned at me and raised her eyebrows in challenge.

I groaned and just slumped back into the chair before being pushed to my feet and ushered towards those huge hair dryers that look like something from an alien movie and made so much noise around your head that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. Not that anyone would want to hear my thoughts right now.

Rachel stood up and twirled in front of the mirror. I had to admit, her hair was absolutely beautiful. She looked like she was going to a wedding, not meeting the cast of Twilight. If she had the money she’d probably look like this all the time. In fact, I knew that if she had the money she’d look like this all the time.

I drifted off for a bit, just thinking about what the day might hold. It took me a while to register the fact that the curlers were out and they were pulling the curls up and around my head. I finally came back to reality when they started using the hair pins. I swear if they’d stuck anymore in I’d be looking like a human pin cushion and my scalp would be bleeding.

They stood me up, curling the longer parts of my fringe so they’d drop around my face. Once they’d finally finished sticking the pins in my hair and pulling on my fringe before sticking some weird pink piece of hair in it they turned me towards the mirror. Finally, I would be able to see how hideous I looked.

They pulled down the material covering the mirror. It was stupid really, like some big reveal and I was a bride getting her perfect hair style for a wedding.

I took in the image in front of me. This really couldn’t be me. Could it? The make-up looked really natural; a slight rose tinge to my lips, a smoky look to my eyes to bring out the deep blue colour of my eyes and my hair… wow it looks amazing, too good to just be a day thing. It was spectacular. And the horrid pink actually worked in my chestnut coloured hair.

I had to give it to them; they’d done wonders for my look. It was absolutely amazing. “Wow. Thanks. It’s just… amazing. It doesn’t look like me…”

They all smiled at each other before Rachel hooked her arm into mine and pulled me towards the register

“Time to go. Thanks for all this on such short notice” she smiled at them and shoved a ten dollar bill into the tip jar before taking back the card and shoving the card and her purse into her bag.

She’d managed to time it so when we arrived back at the hotel it was just turning half eleven.

“Rach! We have half an hour before we have to meet them. And all though I love this hair, it’s too dressy for a day out” I pulled a little at one of the pins which resulted in a short, sharp slap coming to my hands as Rachel batted at me hands

“Quit it! Leave the pins alone. It looks good and Jackson will love it” she grinned at me. Bleh, she was doing this to get Jackson to like me and she’d do anything to get us together because that meant that she’d get money by proxy because she was my best friend. Why that sneaky little…

I was interrupted in that train of thought by a shirt and pants flying at my head which I swiftly ducked out of the way of before glaring at Rachel “Why are you throwing clothes around the damn room!?”

She grinned at me and pointed to the pink plaid shirt and black jeans “Put them on… ooh and this white top underneath the shirt. It’ll look good”

I groaned a little and picked the top from my hair. Luckily she’d thrown one with a wide neckline so it’d be easy to get over my head. I pulled on the plaid shirt, leaving it open, before pulling on the jeans looking over at Rachel as she pointed to a box on the bed

“I got you some new quiksilver shoes. They’re the same as the ones you have at home. You know the black ones with the white on them? I even got you some of those damn pink monkey laces that you love so much” she grinned up at me as she pulled on a gorgeous summer dress. We were polar opposites when it came to dressing. She was far more girly then I ever was.

I pulled on my shoes and turned to her “I like the look, but the hair doesn’t really go with it” I pulled at a few pins, managing to take them out but the tangle of curls stayed in place

“It looks good, come on or we’re going to be late” she glanced at her watch and moved towards the door, I followed her slowly and stepped out into the hall and straight into Jackson

“Ooh sorry sir…” I looked up slowly and stepped back quickly, blushing as I went when I realised who I’d just walked into

He just grinned and hooked my arm in his as Rachel shut the door behind us before she linked up with his other arm

“I don’t mind getting walked into, especially if it’s something as beautiful as you are Sammie” he smiled at me and looked up at my hair with a questioning look as we stepped into the elevator

I just gave Rachel a pointed look and he seemed to understand immediately “Ooh. The paps are outside, so you may want to keep your head down and head straight for the car” he said as the elevator dinged to tell us it was our floor

Rachel and I looked at each other and just nodded as the doors of the elevator opened and we were blinded by the flashes of cameras. I swear the only way we finally reached the car was the simple fact that Jackson was holding onto both of us and leading the way through the blinding light.

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Rachel’s hair is one of those gorgeous styles you see at a wedding or something. This is how I imagined Sammie’s though. (It’s the first picture, the broad with the green hair and red eyes)

Monday, 7 September 2009

Mmm... Jackson

Now, I know that my poor little blog has gone down the toilet because I've just been submerging myself in FanFic and abusing the local shops and surrounding areas for jobs. Which has left little time for my blog. I really shouldn't leave it alone. It's not old enough yet.

But anyway, I was looking over the pictures I have of Jackson Rathbone in my rather large file of Twilight pics and just smiling to myself because he has to have (next to Kellan of course) THE cutest smile ever. I think most of them do actually.

And I remebered that Lion Lovin' Lamb (Or LLL) from The Twiangle mentioned that Jackson Rathbone to her was like Kellan Lutz to me. So just for her (and the rest of you who LOVE and ADORE Jackson Rathbone) here ya go.

Just too cute!

He's watching you, LLL

You can tell he's about to smile

I heart mohawk Jackson

LLL, What did you do to him? He looks all worn out

Ooh, Look at that smile *thud*

So, once you've picked yourself up off the floor. Go check out The Twiangle, they're amazing hehe.

Friday, 4 September 2009

Sowwy...

I know my posts have been uber shite atm. But I've been playing with mini-e (not in the sexual way, dirty pervs :P) writing the next chapter of my story (which is taking the PISS to write because I can't get into it) and reading fanfiction (That may be the reason I can't get into writing...)

If ya wanna read the smut I'm reading, here's the links:










Shaddup, I know it's a lot and now you know why I've been M.I.A. alot on twitter and why the blog has slowly gone down the pan. I really need to drag someone in and help me with this shit, because my brain is so filled with naked Robward images it's scary.

Ooh, you know how I said I'd been playing with mini-e? (AHEM! Dirty thoughts out of your mind, now!) Some people said mini-e can't bend that much. WELL! I made mini-e flip the bird. I think I hurt his little fingers though.



He was starting to get pissed with all the pictures

But, after putting his fingers back in their original position, he seemed happier and even decided to snap me outta my FF stupor and help me write this blog. He did that by leaping off my fucking shelf and landing next to my hand. Which I must say, scared the fucking bejesus outta me when he landed.

Soooo, If anyone wants to help me with this shitty lovely, little blog, then feel free to comment at me and lemme know. I'd really like to have some people bring their magic to my little twitarded hide out :P

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

My first mini-E!!

Oh, my, GOSH!! I finally got a mini-e. SQUEEE! I also made a build-a-bear that looks sorta like Emmett. Or how I think he would look if he was a teddy bear. Obviously, today was the Twilight shopping day of myself and T. It was so, so, so much fun.

So, here is our day out. It's gunna be long but hope you like it hehehe :P

Edward broke out of his packet then climbed out of my bag



He then went to get money from the nearest ATM


Lucky bastard had plenty of cash in his account


We went to the apple shop. He wanted an iPhone


There was a Lamb teddy that looked like Bella :P
We found Jacob and his friends playing soccer

Edward tried on a few hats but they didn't fit

We went around and he found a top he likes.
He only like Liverpool because it's dull and over cast like Forks

He liked this top too. But I told him only one top

So he chose this one instead

He hitched a ride in my hat after a while

Edward found his look-a-like

I think he's been reading a little too much Twismut


Finally, Mini-E and Emmett bear meet. They horsed around on the bus for ages

So that was our Twitarded day. It was so much fun. Hope you like the pictures. More to come hehehe :P

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Uh oh... the dares come out!

Well, today has been... FUCKING HILARIOUS

It started with Limey_1996 telling me that she's got an extended weekend from work. I'd blabber about how much she's a bitch for that, but the simple fact is, I'm not working yet so everyday is a holiday until some fucker at head office gives me a phone call to tell me I've got a 9-5 job so I can get some fucking cash together. I need the money and I think they can sense the fact so they're sticking their chubby middle fingers up at me. Fuckers.

Anyway, after her telling me she's got a holiday from work, she then said she's going to the beach. Ensue me winding her the fuck up, for the simple fact that I can and I LOVE doing it. And I think she knows that fact.

I told her to fantasise about RPattz in the sand. Which then reminded me of another thing. Two words.

Isle. Esme.

MWAHAHA. After this we both tweeted at each other about how she'd have to watch out that she doesn't build a sand version of the vampsicle and I said that she should build a sand version of the vampsicle and take pictures...

Well, after saying that she'd probably get banned from the beach and she wasn't going to do it because of her kids, I double dog dared her to make it and take a picture. And she's gunna. (If she doesn't I'm not gunna make her cuppycakes with edible RPattz faces on :P)
And I should know by now that if you double dog dare someone, that they're gunna triple dog dare you to do something worse back. Even though her's is in public, she can sneak off and do it. My dare has to be baked, sculpted and made to look just right with icing and edible glitter...

If you hadn't guessed already, she's triple dog dared me to me a sparkly vampsicle cake AND take pictures of it. So, let's just say that either this weekend or sometime during next week my friend's house will be raided so I can use his cooker and his home without the fear of being caught by someone who doesn't know about the dare. Watch this space....



Who the fuck knew you could get molds? I won't be using one though lol.
And I would have put up a pic of penis cake, but they're rather.... Disturbing :P