<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:06:12.688-07:00</updated><category term='Rugby'/><category term='Twitarded'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Jaw porn'/><category term='T-shirt'/><category term='Latchkey Wife'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='normal days'/><category term='Kellan Lutz'/><category term='Robward'/><category term='Teams'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='squee'/><category term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Sparkle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-2522964022217043272</id><published>2009-11-17T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:18:55.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight dreams</title><content type='html'>So, I've had some very weird dreams over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest was one where myself, Dee (@deejay025) and Becky (@Becky_Boodles) are on a flight over to the states for the Eclipse premier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start you off. We were flying over on a normal airplane to LA and I went to use the bathroom. While in there, there was knocking on the door and I was told to hurry up and get out because someone else needed to use it. So I left it and asked what the hell their problem was. They then pulled me aside to explain that the toilets in first class were ut of use and that a famous person needed the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were about to bring them out when I explained the fact that we were midair and if they were famous then a stampeed would not be welcome. So they got me sticks and some material that I stapeled together and then myself and a few other people held it up to sheild them from the rest of the passangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when Kellan came out and gave me a great, big, smile and then went into the toilet. When he came out he thanked me and we chatted for a bit before my arms started to get tired and he said that I should grab my friends and come up to the front to meet him and some others before disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get Bex and Dee and then explained to the staff that we could go because Kellan said he wanted to meet them. She, being the bitch in this dream, said we weren't allowed and that I was lying and that we should return to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and everyone on the plane fell asleep. I was woken up by Kellan shaking me slightly and telling me to grab the other two and come up front. We all went up front and sat around on the floor chatting to all the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the dream skips and we're all walking, including the girls we were meant to meet in LA, down the red carpet with Kellan and Jackson because we were invited by them. And just as we were about to enter I woke up from the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any of you Twihards had any dreams like this? Or any dreams with Edward and Bella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to know so leave them in the comment box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SwMTGeGiYJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-I4BHuMsb5E/s1600/KellanCuteKLutz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405184979655352466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SwMTGeGiYJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-I4BHuMsb5E/s320/KellanCuteKLutz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you wanna share your dreams with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-2522964022217043272?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2522964022217043272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=2522964022217043272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2522964022217043272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2522964022217043272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-dreams.html' title='Twilight dreams'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SwMTGeGiYJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-I4BHuMsb5E/s72-c/KellanCuteKLutz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6442677129850492007</id><published>2009-11-13T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:37:42.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... wow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv4FqKdlMOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ALhEVkMChc0/s1600-h/42668461.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I've been MIA a lot lately, but with New Moon so close I have to start with my battle plan. I'm not getting ANY sleep that weekend for the simple fact I'm seeing it at the 9.30pm showing on the Friday, then hopefully travelling up to see my friend at Uni and dragging her ass to the nearest cinema to watch it with her and THEN coming home and going to watch it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not only that, I have been writing a FanFic. I know, I know. There's a load out already but Bex (My beta and @Becky_Boodles on twitter) has already crowned Edward, GoodWithKidsWard... So, that's a good sign right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the original reason for this post. I've been told, and had it confirmed, that &lt;strike&gt;Scummit&lt;/strike&gt; Summit Entertainment have allowed a clip of Eclipse to be shown before New Moon. Nw I'm not sure if it's specific locations or everywhere that gets it, but oh my lord I'm so excited and it's only SIX FREEKIN' days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the picture go here &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/pej71/full"&gt;http://twitpic.com/pej71/full&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I have to say is.... BRING ON NEW MOON! WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6442677129850492007?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6442677129850492007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6442677129850492007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6442677129850492007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6442677129850492007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-wow.html' title='Oh... wow..'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3059527727928804166</id><published>2009-11-06T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:10:36.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kellan Lutz'/><title type='text'>As promised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvHsEDRomkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/omh28Yt_hGE/s1600-h/kellen+and+Robert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvHsEDRomkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/omh28Yt_hGE/s320/kellen+and+Robert.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So as promised, here's a post dedicated to my two favourite Cullen boys. As much as I love all of them, including Peter and Jackson- I do have more love for Robward and Kemmett! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here's a question: would their names merged be "Pelisle", and "Jacksper" or "Carlster" and "Jaskson"?) (Emma tought me a new word "pfffffty"&amp;nbsp; so i'm all up for creating new words today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just basing this on their incredibly good looks, and scrumptious bodies...Now we digress&amp;nbsp;into&amp;nbsp;sweet Kellward dreams.... few more seconds?....&lt;br /&gt;Ok&amp;nbsp;time to snap out of it...because&amp;nbsp;believe it or not there is much more to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett, as we all know is played by Kellan Sexy Lutz, (Yes he&amp;nbsp;inherited a new&amp;nbsp;middle name)&amp;nbsp;he is married to Rosalie, and I don't know about you, but that actually makes me love him even more, (if&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;can put up with Rosalie, she must be really good in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a relationship... He loves danger, which is very attractive. He is willing to fight till his death (no pun intended) for his loved ones- now that could be a Cullen&amp;nbsp;boy thing, because all of them are willing to do it. He will take on danger with a smile on his face! Emmett has a great sense of humour, he is HIGH-Larious in Breaking Dawn especially,&amp;nbsp;with his innuendos' about Bella's sexual relationship with Edward- haha good old Emmett! Behind his big, bad boy exterior that is seen by the humans, he is actually a great person, extremely loving and caring. This is slightly off topic, maybe this is coming from a feminist point of view, but I thought it was&amp;nbsp;so intruiging that Rosalie saved Emmett from&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;GRIZZLIES! Emmett fits in with the Cullens, all of them are different in their own way, but the family will be incomplete without one of them... (thank God Stephanie didn't kill off any of the Cullen's else I would have been pissed!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSOVgMHHlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mp_xhmrLxTk/s1600-h/emmett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSOVgMHHlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mp_xhmrLxTk/s400/emmett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan *sigh* WOW! Honestly this guy never fails to shock me. Even though I've never met him *cry* I've heard alot about him, the way he acts at fan events, - I think it's sexy that he did push ups on stage! Oh all that pumping iron in his bulging biceps (stop drooling!) is so incredibly attractive! But i'm not just basing my love for him on his looks, and physical activites haha no no! He seems so down to earth. He loves the attention he gets from screaming fan girls, I think I lurrruve him because he's the opposite of Rob. He deals with screaming girls with open arms- literally- I heard that he was being ("stalked") followed by a pair of girls at&amp;nbsp;a twiprom or a twicon event- Kellan was going to each table and greeting his fans- which is awsome! but these 2 girls wouldn't wait their turn, instead they continued to follow him around, probably wanting to pounce on him hehe... now if this was a situation with Rob, his entourage would have acted before Rob even noticed, but this was Kellan and what does Kellan do...? He gives his fans what they want- he welcomed them with open arms! In interviews it seems he doesn't take himself seriously, he's having fun and dealing with his fame really well, he's not afraid to be himself around fans, and the media and THAT'S WHY WE LOVE HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSOe0RrQjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KujQivk4pW0/s1600-h/kellan+smexy+lutz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSOe0RrQjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KujQivk4pW0/s640/kellan+smexy+lutz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSVoWEzvEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cMRP4GCVOO8/s1600-h/Kellan+L.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSVoWEzvEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cMRP4GCVOO8/s200/Kellan+L.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now Edward... everyone's (well almost everyone's) perfect guy! People seek Edward in their own men, seriously I'm not even joking, I read somewhere (it seems like I read alot...) that a lady ended her relationship with her boyfriend&amp;nbsp; because he wasn't Edward- Now that could just be a lie for attention, but there are times where I wouldn't put that past TwiFans... aaaanyhoo... Edward, we all fell in love with him the same time Bella did, I think that Bella was created as a simple, bland character so we as readers can become her- thus we fell in love with Edward when Bella did in the book! Like any other guy I lurrrrve, I love Edward because of his great looks, buff body, he's intruiging and mysterious and more importantly... HE SPARKLES- Ok so I haven't found a guy with all those factors... but I will one day, and I don't mean a guy with body shimmer on either- Real sparkly guys exist ok! He's chivalrous, and a sweetheart! I love his "I have to protect my lover" motto,&amp;nbsp;these days if a girl is being chased by a hungry vamp the guy would say "heck no i'm saving myself, you're on your own bitch!" but not Edward... ooooh no! I have to admit though, I was so upset when he left Bella in NewMoon, but I never gave up hope... I knew he had to come back! I think I was at the stage of indenial when you're grieving... as i'm sure all Edward lovers were =( But I forgave him as soon as&amp;nbsp;Bella saved him,&amp;nbsp;I mean who can deny this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSQvd4Bl7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/R63a7l834tg/s1600-h/edward+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSQvd4Bl7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/R63a7l834tg/s200/edward+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok confession- that's not Edward!!... As much as it resembles him, I know!, but&amp;nbsp;it's a cake with edward carved into the frosting... but who can deny this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSVEOU0mII/AAAAAAAAAJk/FrLBSf1mRJU/s1600-h/bella+%26+edward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSVEOU0mII/AAAAAAAAAJk/FrLBSf1mRJU/s400/bella+%26+edward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bella couldn't! In Eclipse I fell for him harder than&amp;nbsp;a child falling over running at top speed.. (that was such a bad oone i'm sorry...) But just how protective he was of Bella- for no reason, was the green light for me, I knew then that Edward was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with haha! He may have proposed to Bella, but he meant me... =/ and then in Breaking Dawn, he became a proud husband and papa, and boy did did he suit that role...sooooo cute! Just everything about him, I love, his over protective side, his dangerous Vampire side, and then is calm, loving side... he's peeeeeerfect in every single way possible! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSXuPdt6-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5HJknK3Q8so/s1600-h/edward+NM+official.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSXuPdt6-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5HJknK3Q8so/s200/edward+NM+official.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally... the dark horse himself... Mr. Robert Pattinson! I don't just have love for him because he's playing Edward Cullen- note how I said &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; =D Rob is humble, modest, and shy. I don't know about you, but at times when a person says that they're incredibly brilliant, beautiful and buff- it's a turn off, I start to dislike that person, and I know that Rob will never think of himself like that. He hates crowds, and I think he's dealing with his fame in such a great way it's inspiring! He's a&amp;nbsp;chameleon he can go from playing Cedric Diggory ( a wizard) to playing Art in How to Be, to playing Dali in Little Ashes- it's a never ending list of achievements and talents, he can sing, play the piano and guitar and he is a darn good actor too!&amp;nbsp;I think what&amp;nbsp;we love about him is the fact that he's the opposite to how we'd expect a person&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;so much fame &amp;nbsp;to be. He wants to live a normal life, like being able to go for a walk and get a coffee without it being such a headline! His messy hair to his goofy humour it's just beautiful. I just hope in the future the media attention will calm down and let him be a little normal...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can write so much more about them, but I don't wanna put you guys to sleep... so enjoy these pictures =D &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSbq1C2X2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0hFA90Pi58Y/s1600-h/Robby+P!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSbq1C2X2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0hFA90Pi58Y/s320/Robby+P!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSbe4EbgsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KlxnDfWeLXI/s1600-h/Robert+and+Kellen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSbe4EbgsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KlxnDfWeLXI/s320/Robert+and+Kellen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSb5HZ1dfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jdLbcxyDLLo/s1600-h/KLutz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvSb5HZ1dfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jdLbcxyDLLo/s320/KLutz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Peace X (Deejay) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Photo source: Instyle.com. CW. &lt;a href="http://www.breaking-dawn.fr/"&gt;breakingdawnfr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3059527727928804166?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3059527727928804166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3059527727928804166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3059527727928804166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3059527727928804166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-promised.html' title='As promised!'/><author><name>TwiWorld24/7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06652322115548595692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/S42NAydLLtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8f6sT3lravU/S220/RobertPattinsonDavidLetterman-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvHsEDRomkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/omh28Yt_hGE/s72-c/kellen+and+Robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7878970383941385092</id><published>2009-11-06T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:21:49.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alls I have to say is...</title><content type='html'>TWO WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been date bashing on Twitter. But I'm having heart palpitations because of the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ashley said before: Im never gonna make it! Im gonna like totally have a heart attack n die that morning when I wake up n realize it's freakin' here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same. I think alcohol, a Twihard at my side and the freekin' tickets which are still hidden and no one knows about may just save my life on that day. I have no idea how I'm going to make it to the showing at 9.30 but, man alive, I'm getting in that queue early because I want the best seats in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvRKyDC_6kI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aUh7mCShwsc/s1600-h/001t4f93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024076795865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvRKyDC_6kI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aUh7mCShwsc/s320/001t4f93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to see this scene. I have to see how Jackson does this because, well, fuck me it was awesome in the book. And hell, look at that, he BROKE the piano. But, not only that, I've seen two other stills of this scene and it looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Weitz... I love you just from the trailers and stills. And I hope that stays the same when I see how you have done New Moon. Two weeks till judgement day. But I'm sure you'll live up to the expectations. Hell, you even made the wolves look better than a rabid Lassy... That counts for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you're all feeling about the date being so close. Anyone got a battle plan going?  And what do you think of Chris Weitz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7878970383941385092?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7878970383941385092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7878970383941385092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7878970383941385092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7878970383941385092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/alls-i-have-to-say-is.html' title='Alls I have to say is...'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvRKyDC_6kI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aUh7mCShwsc/s72-c/001t4f93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6379430174962873992</id><published>2009-11-04T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:37:33.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeee!</title><content type='html'>It's 16 days away people. 16 FREEKIN DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so close I can almost lick it. Infact... I could actually lick it. I mean, I even have a New Moon Edward poster that I could lick now... But I won't. Becase I owe it to you all not to violate the Robward in that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvHSlZP1GRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hJvefalN1kw/s1600-h/NewMoonMMmovietie366F2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400328968068208914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvHSlZP1GRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hJvefalN1kw/s320/NewMoonMMmovietie366F2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16 days... 16 freekin' days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It seems just like yesterday that we were on day 100 and planning things to do for the premier. I know what I'm doing. I just need to buy a plain white tee, some tee transfer paper and the ironing board downstairs. And it's not gunna be any of that black marker crap. Hell to the no. I have more style than that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm not called artistic for nothing you know. Just ask my mother... or take a look at my wall by my bed. It's got so many colours on it it's like a freekin rainbow. And not in a tacky way either. It's pretty damn cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, we're off track here. You know those tees you see on websites that have slogons on them? And they're £16-£30 for each? Well, my plan is to do my own design, buying a cheap white tee for £2 from ASDA, printer paper for £5 and doing that shit myself. It makes it personal, original and damn cheap to make too. And hell, the printer paper comes with 10 A4 sheets so that's 20 designs that can be made meaning that it only costs 25p per design. So that's a personalised tee that's unique to me and it's only costing me £2.25 to make. How awesome is THAT!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I also have a battle plan set up. Meaning that I know when, where and how I'm going to the cinema. I also have the tickets stashed in a very secret place that no one would be able to find them if they tried. *insert evil laugh here*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooh, and a word of advice to anyone who will be at the Cineworld cinema in Runcorn on the 20th November to see New Moon. YOU SPEAK THROUGH IT AND I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Respect your fellow Twihards and SHUT THE HELL UP. Okay, the occasional squee and/or gasp in the right places is fine. But a run through with the fucking film about how it is not like the book and I will go Volturi on your asses afterwards. And you will end up like Edward in the Volturi lair. I will smash you into the ground biatches! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And a word of advice to ANYONE going to the premier. Do not take a Twi-hater. You having to shush them while they make fun of the film is not fun for anyone so leave them at home please...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that is all for now. More to come soon... I think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6379430174962873992?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6379430174962873992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6379430174962873992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6379430174962873992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6379430174962873992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/squeee.html' title='Squeee!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvHSlZP1GRI/AAAAAAAAAjY/hJvefalN1kw/s72-c/NewMoonMMmovietie366F2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8480068731962034839</id><published>2009-11-03T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:21:11.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvC5SGxb5lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VajzeWGQuG0/s1600-h/kellen+and+Robert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvC5SGxb5lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VajzeWGQuG0/s200/kellen+and+Robert.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I just wanted to quickly say Thank You to Emma aka the friggin fantabulous most awesome friend in the world for "revamping" my &lt;a href="http://www.twiworld247.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;LOL! So I know I haven't posted on here since I said hi to you guys, but I will... On my blog I go deep into the series and other twilight related posts, and on this I want to attempt to post FUN things as well... I'm still trying to work out what though so... bear with me...? But in the meantime if you want to check out Emma's fabulous work then please do! &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;promise in the future I will post on here as well, and I hope we'll become friends! like &amp;lt;- - - - - - &amp;nbsp;the two smexy beings in the photo =D Oh my.. that just gave me a great idea for my first official post on here... You're asking me what's the post...? Ahh but if I told you, i'd have to hurt you so... i'd rather not, but trust me, if&amp;nbsp;you like Kemmett and Robward then you'll enjoy it! =D &lt;br /&gt;So that's all I got... I hope you look forward to my official post- hopefully within this week... ok ok, tomorrow then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to hearing from you guys! &lt;br /&gt;Peace X (Deejay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8480068731962034839?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8480068731962034839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8480068731962034839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8480068731962034839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8480068731962034839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>TwiWorld24/7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06652322115548595692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/S42NAydLLtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8f6sT3lravU/S220/RobertPattinsonDavidLetterman-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SvC5SGxb5lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VajzeWGQuG0/s72-c/kellen+and+Robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-285662237525840623</id><published>2009-11-03T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:33:18.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>*wipes brow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken a few hours. Around 10 hours, to design and throw together a friends blo design. And... drum roll please! It's done! *fanfare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those of you know who are following me on twitter, I have been sorting out Dee's blog page. Turning it into a 3 column blog, making a banner for it and giving it a new background. Alls I have to say is, screw you blogger. Screw you harder than Edward screwed Bella in Breaking Dawn to make Renesmee. It has been such a bitch over the past two days. I swear to god it's worse than the Volturi coming to kill you because we know of their sparkly kind. (Yes, I've rehooked myself on Twilight. So the stupid ass whatever they ares will be coming out a lot more now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya wanna see what the blog looks like I hear you say? Well! I say you go check out &lt;a href="http://twiworld247.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; link and see for yourself. And leave her some bloggy buddy love. And don't be afraid to follow her either. Ya know you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400008522985559362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvCvJCSi1UI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3gyc-dCvkpw/s320/3221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out her blog and I'll do sexy things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-285662237525840623?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/285662237525840623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=285662237525840623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/285662237525840623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/285662237525840623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SvCvJCSi1UI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3gyc-dCvkpw/s72-c/3221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-396726089951905748</id><published>2009-11-02T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:43:27.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner of the tee!</title><content type='html'>Ash tweeted at me before about the fact she'd got her tee. She was majorly happy and even winked at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Su9Qvpw5u3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PP82eKn9Eiw/s1600-h/sparklepics_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399623257835551602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Su9Qvpw5u3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PP82eKn9Eiw/s320/sparklepics_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top she got, as you may remember, was the "What do you mean Edward Cullen isn't real?" tee. So that she could annoy her hubby with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, of course I badgered her until she gave in and sent me a photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the lucky winner with her tee. And I think she looks lovely in it. Don't cha think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399623740196819458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Su9RLusykgI/AAAAAAAAAig/4aQ0GS7NRQY/s320/sparklepics_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I may have giveaways in the future so just keep an eye open for the special posts with COMPETITION in the title and you should be sorted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-396726089951905748?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/396726089951905748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=396726089951905748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/396726089951905748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/396726089951905748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/winner-of-tee.html' title='Winner of the tee!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Su9Qvpw5u3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PP82eKn9Eiw/s72-c/sparklepics_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8382206744135303932</id><published>2009-11-02T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:27:06.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight cast on the supernatural</title><content type='html'>The Twilight cast talk about their belief in Spirits and the supernatural. I think Kellans ghost is the same as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtvu.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3fvid%3D449574" allowfullscreen="true" base="." allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8382206744135303932?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8382206744135303932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8382206744135303932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8382206744135303932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8382206744135303932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/11/mtv-ulalume-music-festival-promo.html' title='Twilight cast on the supernatural'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1943157631481497073</id><published>2009-10-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:11:17.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so exciting =)</title><content type='html'>Hi family *hugs* i'm Deejay! So Emma told you a bit about my bet with my parents in her previous post, but here's the actual dealio... Once apon a time... a few weeks ago actually...&amp;nbsp;me and Emma were introduced by our US bestie Vanessa, we started talking and decided to go to the LA premier together (we were planning to go on our lonesome, but then we became friends and planned to go together) anyway long story cut short... as my job is crap basically, I need more money ASAP for the trip, I recently made my blog and my mother thought I was going insane because I am and will always be completly obsessed with the Twilight series- she's the sort of person who doesn't like to waste money- so she said to me that if I can prove to her how much love I have for the series she will give me some money towards the trip (I am not going to say no to that offer so I accepted) She said if I can get more followers she will help me. So there I was sitting at home eating fizzy haribo's and having a drink when Emma came up with this BRILLIANT idea- she asked me to be apart of her blog- and because I think this blog and Emma is awesome I accepted!! To return the favour I offered her a place on my blog &lt;a href="http://www.twiworld247.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.twiworld247.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and she accepted! So now we are partners in crime!!&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am team Switzerland-&amp;nbsp;only after I read Breaking Dawn, however I do have more love for&amp;nbsp;Vamps, I love Kemmett and&amp;nbsp;Robward...&amp;nbsp;and that's about it...&amp;nbsp;Oh&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;craaaazy&amp;nbsp;and it rubs off onto people so smiles all around!&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all and&amp;nbsp;Emma I lovey you girly-&amp;nbsp;only 8 months and a few days to go for our unforgetable trip!! WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SuuAfnnVYwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K7mNPPouxK4/s1600-h/ILT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SuuAfnnVYwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K7mNPPouxK4/s320/ILT.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peace X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1943157631481497073?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1943157631481497073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1943157631481497073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1943157631481497073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1943157631481497073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-so-exciting.html' title='This is so exciting =)'/><author><name>TwiWorld24/7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06652322115548595692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/S42NAydLLtI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8f6sT3lravU/S220/RobertPattinsonDavidLetterman-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QKZUFP-4m4/SuuAfnnVYwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K7mNPPouxK4/s72-c/ILT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-625802657141005856</id><published>2009-10-30T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:18:20.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome my new blogger buddy</title><content type='html'>So, my other English Twihard friend and I got talking. And drinking... and then tweeting each other. When it came to mind that she should come be on MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, the thing is guys and dolls, that Dee has a bet going with her parents that if she gets a lot more followers, then her parents will contribute money to her side of our trip to LA in June to see the Eclipse premier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of bullying you lot into following her &lt;a href="http://twiworld247.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt;. I thought, Hey, she needs followers. So she can come to our lovely home and help with me too hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, please welcome my lovely English friend to my wonderful blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND BE NICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398536185635969058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sut0DuPsmCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/JYg4PSnOO00/s320/1ew31u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kellans so happy that he's jumping for joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-625802657141005856?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/625802657141005856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=625802657141005856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/625802657141005856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/625802657141005856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-my-new-blogger-buddy.html' title='Welcome my new blogger buddy'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sut0DuPsmCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/JYg4PSnOO00/s72-c/1ew31u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7067063641507864354</id><published>2009-10-27T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:33:24.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently I've been all about the guys of Twilight. I don't think I've once mentioned the fact that all the girls in Twilight are beautiful. Anyone can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing seperate posts for them. And here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Reazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Greene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle Lefevre &lt;/p&gt;I swear to god, I've got a complex finding those pictures. These girls have to be some of the most beautiful on the planet. So, stay tuned. They shall be coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7067063641507864354?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7067063641507864354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7067063641507864354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7067063641507864354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7067063641507864354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7724688856033129002</id><published>2009-10-27T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:40:04.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power! Rachelle Lefevre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rachelle Lefevre is the one and only Victoria. Bryce, you may be good, but you will never be her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the perfect look and she does so much for her fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not to mention, she's beautiful without even trying. Go check out her twitter pics and you'll see what I mean on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkdV5V0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/VA8vYln3sYo/s1600-h/RachL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397363569127413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkdV5V0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/VA8vYln3sYo/s320/RachL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkJTzKJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HC0JqdEEITM/s1600-h/RachelleLefevre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397363563749910674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkJTzKJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HC0JqdEEITM/s320/RachelleLefevre.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkDuoyOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/R5ba_AVX1hQ/s1600-h/RachelleL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397363562251864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkDuoyOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/R5ba_AVX1hQ/s320/RachelleL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJj-EZhsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/CR0XJn6Ek8c/s1600-h/Rachelle!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397363560732526274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJj-EZhsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/CR0XJn6Ek8c/s320/Rachelle!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJjlgksTI/AAAAAAAAAho/cyKfnGXrfXY/s1600-h/Rachelle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397363554139812146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJjlgksTI/AAAAAAAAAho/cyKfnGXrfXY/s320/Rachelle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7724688856033129002?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7724688856033129002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7724688856033129002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7724688856033129002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7724688856033129002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-power-rachelle-lefevre.html' title='Girl Power! Rachelle Lefevre'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudJkdV5V0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/VA8vYln3sYo/s72-c/RachL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7336101611840187764</id><published>2009-10-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:38:37.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power! Ashley Greene</title><content type='html'>None of you can ever tell me that you don't have a girl crush on Ashley Greene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cute, sexy, funny and damn, I'd LOVE a friend like her. She just seems so down to earth and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILjZM90I/AAAAAAAAAhg/L2GlgxBJAiA/s1600-h/AshleyGreene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362041743537986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILjZM90I/AAAAAAAAAhg/L2GlgxBJAiA/s320/AshleyGreene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILfFflVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ODMAL55DEpg/s1600-h/Ashley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362040587130194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILfFflVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ODMAL55DEpg/s320/Ashley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILOCgWvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q7b3PVTz1bY/s1600-h/AshGreene.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362036011195122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILOCgWvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q7b3PVTz1bY/s320/AshGreene.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudIK5M1OBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qG5wcYn3ljI/s1600-h/AGPS2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362030417360914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudIK5M1OBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qG5wcYn3ljI/s320/AGPS2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudIKvOu5iI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TzWrTtDpMjk/s1600-h/AGH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397362027740980770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudIKvOu5iI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TzWrTtDpMjk/s320/AGH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7336101611840187764?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7336101611840187764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7336101611840187764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7336101611840187764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7336101611840187764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-power-ashley-greene.html' title='Girl Power! Ashley Greene'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudILjZM90I/AAAAAAAAAhg/L2GlgxBJAiA/s72-c/AshleyGreene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3666452724912341351</id><published>2009-10-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:37:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power! Nikki Reed</title><content type='html'>Nikki Reed when you first look at her does not seem like the right person to play a vampire because she's just not pale enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this girl, in and out of make-up, is beautiful. Even if they did make her eyebrows look weird when they put the make-up on her for the role of Rosalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF4NtIFMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OaFZmIFl3GM/s1600-h/NikkiReed5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359510480753858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF4NtIFMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OaFZmIFl3GM/s320/NikkiReed5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF4LhhI5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/79fEKTHn2iI/s1600-h/NikkiReed4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359509895193490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF4LhhI5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/79fEKTHn2iI/s320/NikkiReed4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF3wHnrHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EeVtnZaETN8/s1600-h/NikkiReed3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359502538812530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF3wHnrHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EeVtnZaETN8/s320/NikkiReed3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF3kK03TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/itP6zsZakqM/s1600-h/NikkiReed2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359499331034418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF3kK03TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/itP6zsZakqM/s320/NikkiReed2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF3ZWo2WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uiOB8QSpcXY/s1600-h/NikkiReed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397359496427788642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF3ZWo2WI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uiOB8QSpcXY/s320/NikkiReed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3666452724912341351?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3666452724912341351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3666452724912341351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3666452724912341351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3666452724912341351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-power-nikki-reed.html' title='Girl Power! Nikki Reed'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudF4NtIFMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OaFZmIFl3GM/s72-c/NikkiReed5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6932028572163112220</id><published>2009-10-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:35:25.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl power! Elizabeth Reaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The oldest of the Twilight group. But by far no means the least beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hell, I'll be happy as anything if I grow up to look like this beautiful woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsQsGO0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uhEu6CV0EyA/s1600-h/ER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353807565175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsQsGO0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uhEu6CV0EyA/s320/ER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsSLWf7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/28ayNxDJ9C4/s1600-h/BWER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353807964700594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsSLWf7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/28ayNxDJ9C4/s320/BWER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsCBZVBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TlAo1rBJRP0/s1600-h/ERSteps.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353803627975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsCBZVBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TlAo1rBJRP0/s320/ERSteps.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAr7nrnxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/YF2H6-EIbJU/s1600-h/B%26WER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353801909509906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAr7nrnxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/YF2H6-EIbJU/s320/B%26WER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudArXUc5DI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KWMwXIKItFE/s1600-h/PrettyER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353792165176370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudArXUc5DI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KWMwXIKItFE/s320/PrettyER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6932028572163112220?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6932028572163112220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6932028572163112220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6932028572163112220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6932028572163112220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-power-elizabeth-reaser.html' title='Girl power! Elizabeth Reaser'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SudAsQsGO0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uhEu6CV0EyA/s72-c/ER.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7757033270610158667</id><published>2009-10-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:34:02.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl power! Kristen Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The leading lady in Twilight. I know that some people are haters and others adore her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me? I'm kinda on the fence with her. She's awesome but annoys the hell outta me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alls I have to say right now is that she's a beautiful girl... And I'm jealous of her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6QBrngZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5lwUgIK_IBw/s1600-h/26551138-6fe8b9613d813c2994c250331ceecefa_4aae59e1-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346725430526354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6QBrngZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5lwUgIK_IBw/s320/26551138-6fe8b9613d813c2994c250331ceecefa_4aae59e1-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6PvfbGjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pyVYMEQzEFw/s1600-h/24498030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346720547543602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6PvfbGjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pyVYMEQzEFw/s320/24498030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6PYSYMHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PLYu52kL7kA/s1600-h/4132160906a9717259534l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346714318811250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6PYSYMHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PLYu52kL7kA/s320/4132160906a9717259534l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6PMtunpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Ng8vadrfFls/s1600-h/Kristen-Stewart2_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346711212301970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6PMtunpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Ng8vadrfFls/s320/Kristen-Stewart2_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6OzFF3sI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PrGJidd43-c/s1600-h/37607582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346704330972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6OzFF3sI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PrGJidd43-c/s320/37607582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7757033270610158667?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7757033270610158667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7757033270610158667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7757033270610158667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7757033270610158667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-power-kristen-stewart.html' title='Girl power! Kristen Stewart'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Suc6QBrngZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5lwUgIK_IBw/s72-c/26551138-6fe8b9613d813c2994c250331ceecefa_4aae59e1-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1590997115787122198</id><published>2009-10-25T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:36:33.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cafe press giveaway winner</title><content type='html'>So, as I only had TWO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entrants&lt;/span&gt; *sobs* I flipped a coin to choose who was the winner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heads for Ashley and tails for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RSM&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid thing is, first time I did it, the coin landed on it's side. So I had to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley won! Yes girlie, you won your tee. Now you can abuse your hubby with the tee as well ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alls&lt;/span&gt; I need you to do is pick the style of tee you want and then send it to me with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;addy&lt;/span&gt; so I can send it off to the cafe press people and get them to send it to ya ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tee design she chose?? It's this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396530690141457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuRUEhVgDfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OWsNOVyd_Yw/s320/349182583v1_350x350_Front_Color-Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which I think is a pretty awesome tee. So congrats girl xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1590997115787122198?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1590997115787122198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1590997115787122198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1590997115787122198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1590997115787122198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/cafe-press-giveaway-winner.html' title='The cafe press giveaway winner'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuRUEhVgDfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OWsNOVyd_Yw/s72-c/349182583v1_350x350_Front_Color-Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8990728477225678317</id><published>2009-10-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:14:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitarded... Why do you do this to us?</title><content type='html'>So I know that I've been on and off this past week/month with my blogger stuffs. But I have good reason and it's all to do with Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've been around everywhere looking for somewhere/saving for Twilight tickets. Only places I could find had either small theaters and/or you could only buy the tickets online. Well, my luck was in when I randomly went into Cineworld today, armed with my last £10 till the next pay day. I just went straight up and asked if the tickets where on sale for New Moon. And yes, they were. So I'm now the proud owner of two New Moon tickets for the latest viewing they have, which was 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been invited to my first ever Twilight prom. Which is taking place next Friday. Time to dust off the old prom dress and hope I still fit into it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That plus I have been catching up on the blogposts I have missed. So when I went over to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Twitarded.blogspot.com"&gt;Twitarded&lt;/a&gt;, I found that they have decided to do a blogger friendly (meaning no cuss words) quiz to make us know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to check &lt;a href="http://latchkey-wife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Latchkey Wife&lt;/a&gt;'s blogger and realised I was tagged in her site. So.... here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the craziest/most stupid thing you've ever done (that you would be willing to share!)?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many of these it is unbeliveable. I think, the stupidest thing I have done is when me and my two cousins went for a walk in Scotland. We followed this little stream by there house deeper into the woods. Naturally, we had wellies on so we could get just below knee deep while we were walking along it. And we came to this really deep pool, so we climbed out and stood on the bank. Unfortunatly, the bank had erroded so there was a ledge. My cousin stood on the ledge and it gave way. She then grabbed me, causing me to fall into the water, but before I did I grabbed my other cousin, hoping like hell that she would be able to save us from the icy cold water. How wrong I was. All three of us ended up waist deep in ice cold water. We did laugh pretty hard while we emptied the water from our wellies and it just kept coming out. It was a fun time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One my personal favorite games: Fuck, Marry, Kill. With the Twilight cast.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Pretty hard. I would have to saaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Edward, Marry Kellan and Kill Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your favorite band/type of music?&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say Muse/Skillet/anything with that sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your favorite movie besides Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;The Fifth Element =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do your RL family/friends know you’re addicted to Twilight? And blogger?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and yes. Friends know that I have a blog. Buuuut not the family. I doubt they would like my potty mouth and/or crude sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How many hours a week do you spend doing Twi related things? You know, blogging, looking at pictures of the cast, reading fan fiction, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't even want to try and count up the amount of hours. I spend a few hours a day on it soooo, I'm not gunna add it up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Any random fact you might want to share. Big or small, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;I can fit my fist in my mouth and make my eyes shake... It's sort of my party trick. Some people are awed by it, others grossed out. And being able to fit my fist in my mouth does not mean I have a big mouth... Well it does... But, I've actually had to have four teeth out because my gums are too small for all my teeth to fit in... So I have stretchy cheeks and a small mouth. That's about right lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's see which of my lovely blogger people I can tag. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetwiangle.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Twiangle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightsisterhood.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Twilight Sisterhood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twiworld247.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twiworld 24/7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightbookaddicts.wordpress.com/"&gt;Twilight book addict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://todayifeelinfinite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Today I feel Infinate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Go go go go go giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8990728477225678317?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8990728477225678317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8990728477225678317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8990728477225678317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8990728477225678317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitarded-why-do-you-do-this-to-us.html' title='Twitarded... Why do you do this to us?'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1694681073528668728</id><published>2009-10-22T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:25:10.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omfg!!!</title><content type='html'>LOOOOOOOOK! I have a rather large New Moon poster of Edwards face. Those pictures beside it at A4. So you can tell just how big it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I have to thank for this? The woman at the library who said I could have it after Munky went up and asked her if I could because "I'm a big twi-nut and NEED the poster" (His words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my Twi-soul mate lol. She even confessed that she has an FSE (full-sized Edward) in her office downstairs at the library. Unfortunatly, my Mini-e was NOT in my bag at the time. The one time I don't have him and it happens to be when I meet another Twihard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395534239751114274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJzeXSjiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/yw1du3BR0dM/s320/DSC03027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJzpGufuI/AAAAAAAAAew/af6CaJYyJKI/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395534242634432226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJzpGufuI/AAAAAAAAAew/af6CaJYyJKI/s320/DSC03028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the pretty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395534248229418482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJz98rNfI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1zlFNywLylM/s320/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prom tickets which are stuck to my wall so I won't loose them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooh yes, and this lovely woman also said that there will be a Twilight prom night a week this friday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, as all we Twi-hards do... I squeeled and bounced on the spot (much to the dismay of my friend. He knows I have a problem and he CONSTANTLY reminds me of this fact) and then managed to get said friend to come too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thing is, it's a proper prom theme. So I'm going to be running around in my big dress (which I can't breathe in because my boobs are bigger since I left high school 3 years ago) around a shopping centre... Which, I might add, should hopefully not be packed as it normally is... and he will be in a Tux. Fingers crossed my other Twi-hard friend should be coming too so there will be two of us running around in big dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, yesterday, I went around the shopping centre on the hunt for anythin/everything Twilight related. I literally went into every shop there was there... These are the things I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJWlZ4QZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9SUentr38pc/s1600-h/DSC03022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533743424815506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJWlZ4QZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9SUentr38pc/s320/DSC03022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RPattz and New Moon calender stuffed in-between Doctor Who and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Alls I have to say is that someone out there has the EXCACT same tastes as me.&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no way this was coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533736060427954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJWJ-EnrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yJusJg2Tirs/s320/DSC03018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I then ventured into another shop and spotted calenders too. Can you see who's at the bottom? &lt;div align="center"&gt;No? Well, here's a closer view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJWYUFqPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yyE2TbQCkgM/s1600-h/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533739910867186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJWYUFqPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yyE2TbQCkgM/s320/DSC03019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that's right. RPattz. Needless to say I was pissed and then proceeded to move them to eye line height so people would see him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJV_2LKOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/X2Mr5HOBqgk/s1600-h/DSC03016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533733342947554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJV_2LKOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/X2Mr5HOBqgk/s320/DSC03016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, there are TWO RPattz books here. As well as the lovely KStew and Taytay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. The Tay pics are of him when he was younger... *shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395533735322192050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJWHOECLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qApaHat0j0s/s320/DSC03017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so it's not Twirelated persay... But still... Rpattz loves cupcakes. We love cupcakes and RPattz, so it's a win win!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, these are the reasons I have not blogged much. Because, I have infact, been out searching for Twi-merch and making new Twi-hard friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1694681073528668728?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1694681073528668728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1694681073528668728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1694681073528668728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1694681073528668728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/omfg.html' title='Omfg!!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SuDJzeXSjiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/yw1du3BR0dM/s72-c/DSC03027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6558304326659658799</id><published>2009-10-21T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:49:15.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FILM magazine scans!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was out shopping before... And I came across this front cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43827554@N06/4032517862/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395217012339477122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-pSaKjioI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gFfSOg7n7ME/s320/4032517862_857a223d14_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I bought it then set about ripping it apart so I could scan it in and share it with you all. To read, just clicky them. They should take you to a site where you can zooooooom in and read. Most of it anyway. When I learn how to do it so it loads a window where the whole picture is BIIIIIG then you're going to have to put up with this for now ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43827554@N06/4032524060/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395217012099346162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-pSZRTbvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Wv3AuWinrVY/s320/4032524060_6baa076ce8_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43827554@N06/4031772693/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395216294386444722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-oonlNqbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5RGEoo7RyZc/s320/4031772693_0e2a1bb2c5_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43827554@N06/4032529042/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395216293285727042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-oojeyC0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gI_K7gGnoVA/s320/4032529042_683349cde5_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43827554@N06/4031783007/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395216297320276530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-ooygsYjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SzNXcVdgK9A/s320/4031783007_c963165039_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395216304055637810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-opLmh1zI/AAAAAAAAAdg/duWEH7ITx5o/s320/4032538434_14879f2dd7_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43827554@N06/4031790757/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395216310295964578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-opi2Vq6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/QNSdUbwdSjk/s320/4031790757_ca38d0be40_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6558304326659658799?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6558304326659658799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6558304326659658799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6558304326659658799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6558304326659658799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/film-magazine-scans.html' title='FILM magazine scans!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/St-pSaKjioI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gFfSOg7n7ME/s72-c/4032517862_857a223d14_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3850677362518436180</id><published>2009-10-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:47:55.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're at it again</title><content type='html'>So, Scummit are up to their old tricks of shitting on the fans and everything else to do with Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they've gone and done now is to pull the Twitarded girls merchandise off Zazzle for copyright infringement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go over to &lt;a href="http://www.twitarded.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twitarded&lt;/a&gt; and let them know you support them against the corporate fat cats that are Scummit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3850677362518436180?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3850677362518436180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3850677362518436180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3850677362518436180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3850677362518436180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/theyre-at-it-again.html' title='They&apos;re at it again'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6427868611262848799</id><published>2009-10-15T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:11:27.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to say I was rather shocked (in a good way) that:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, someone would want to give my tiny little blog and small band of followers a freebie to give away&lt;br /&gt;And secondly that it was from Cafe Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I absoloutly fucking love that place (And have planned to spend a majority of my pay check on stuff from there when I get that job on Monday ;P). It is THE place to go for Twilight tee's and all other forms of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? *snorts* Then go here&lt;br /&gt;http://shop.cafepress.co.uk/twilight?src=NMFB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't believe me? Then here! Check out this tee. (I adore this shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t-shirts.cafepress.ca/item/jr-jersey-tshirt/360384618"&gt;http://t-shirts.cafepress.ca/item/jr-jersey-tshirt/360384618&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the give away. I'll give one of my lucky, lucky readers a chance to win a tee. Of course, I need you all to bully your friends into entering (Use the first link to go see the stuff) I also need you all to pass around the CafePress. Especially if you're a reader from the UK. And kick all your other UK readers here for this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To determine the winner. I want you all to go to the website, pick your fave tee and post it under the comments section. Then I want you all to go, find a picture of one of the Twilight cast, Edit it up with some random comment and send it to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the winner know as soon as possible :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to give you a hint of what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ste0Nj3FHJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/U0fOQ5rjyxk/s1600-h/look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392977223857020050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ste0Nj3FHJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/U0fOQ5rjyxk/s320/look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a great big thank you to CafePress for this. Love you guys and especially Golda who emailed me with this opportunity ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Here is a great website to do the pictures on. It's the one I use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-image-editor.com/index.cfm"&gt;http://www.online-image-editor.com/index.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6427868611262848799?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6427868611262848799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6427868611262848799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6427868611262848799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6427868611262848799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-very-first-giveaway.html' title='My very first giveaway!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ste0Nj3FHJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/U0fOQ5rjyxk/s72-c/look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6776066019773983227</id><published>2009-10-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:18:13.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight products... The good AND bad</title><content type='html'>As you know, I've been .... away? Can I really call it that seen as all it is, is reading FanFic and loosing myself in the Twilight books yet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have decided that, since there is hardly any news worthy posting material available, that I will bestow upon you all the best, worst and down right weird Twilight related merchandise that is available to anyone with a plastic card with money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32522896&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_19&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=twilight&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=4&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488107697612738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX3XQLVp8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/EjWxL3fkZ_0/s320/il_430xN_95798285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, as Team_SixPack said in the email...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"What is with that creepy doll!! and did it need a Twilight shirt??"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I totally agree with her. It's a really damn creepy doll and that T-Shirt is just... I dunno. It's really damn weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32209847&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_12&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=edward+cullen&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=5&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488103182087202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX3W_WwNCI/AAAAAAAAAco/afwKq8eDFNc/s320/il_430xN_94744540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [Source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This doll is just so, damn, weird looking. I don't think I've ever seen a doll look like this. I think they even tried to give her Bella hair. Maybe not. But at least it isn't as bad as the Taycob wig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32046886&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_10&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=edward+cullen&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=5&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488090613651570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX3WQiNGHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Sr8LaPOh6Ic/s320/il_430xN_94203700.jpg" border="0" /&gt; [Source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm... Bella inspired Tutu? Anyone else wonder what the hell they were drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and it's the blue one on the side. It's good, I have to admit. But it's just more people jumping on the Twilight bandwagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21960907&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_2&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=jacob+black%2C+soap&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488087845644242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX3WGOQp9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Kli4xIpFbUA/s320/il_430xN_60364838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;[Source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I actually spat out my juice (It was midday. I don't drink alcohol at midday....) and had to do a double take when I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only is it wrong, it's down right creepy as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know there are people that want to rub themselves on Taylor, but using his face to wash yourself while you're cleaning is just... wrong on every level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31891044"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392485788216272354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX1QPb5JeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tXeAYv0uhFI/s320/il_430xN_93676904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll let the description from Regretsy.com do the talking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look, I’m a vampire! What? Wait let me lower the glass a little bit. Okay now look! What? Okay how about now? No? Try putting your head on the table and looking up at me. See? It’s like I’m drinking blood. Because I have fangs. No, on the glass. No, those are etched in the glass so it looks like I . . . oh fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX1PqAWymI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xUpuIzI4eSs/s1600-h/6a00d83451ca6a69e201156f8f2d83970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392485778168662626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX1PqAWymI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xUpuIzI4eSs/s320/6a00d83451ca6a69e201156f8f2d83970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I nearly pee'd myself when I saw this. I only saw a thumbnail so, I englared it. And then saw the last line. Who said Twilighters never had a sense of humour??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone else that has any, questionable Twilight merchandise, then please email me then. Because I swear if I search for anymore I'm going to scratch my eyes out :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6776066019773983227?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6776066019773983227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6776066019773983227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6776066019773983227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6776066019773983227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/twilight-products-good-and-bad.html' title='Twilight products... The good AND bad'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StX3XQLVp8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/EjWxL3fkZ_0/s72-c/il_430xN_95798285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8749489676544395283</id><published>2009-10-13T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:02:20.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Lautner</title><content type='html'>So, as suggested by RSM, in celebration of my lovely 12 followers. I'm doing 12 pictures for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all need some man candy in our lives ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTqQQIwyEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iBkaJu4MBu4/s1600-h/640x417-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392192218799851586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTqQQIwyEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iBkaJu4MBu4/s320/640x417-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTqPyFQd0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/r8wsFAKI3ds/s1600-h/Taylor-Lautner-Reveals-How-He-Gained-30-Pounds-of-Muscle-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392192210732087106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTqPyFQd0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/r8wsFAKI3ds/s320/Taylor-Lautner-Reveals-How-He-Gained-30-Pounds-of-Muscle-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp6KBxbNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/DWiqmcHzIKI/s1600-h/jacob-black-taylor-lautner-new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191839202798802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp6KBxbNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/DWiqmcHzIKI/s320/jacob-black-taylor-lautner-new-moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp5mcqYdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wMrN8RmTjlI/s1600-h/Taylor-Lautner_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191829651907026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp5mcqYdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/wMrN8RmTjlI/s320/Taylor-Lautner_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp5XfTIcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/qiTjPqAhlhM/s1600-h/Taylor-Lautner3_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191825636434370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp5XfTIcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/qiTjPqAhlhM/s320/Taylor-Lautner3_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp4w8gRrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wvWYpzSJEXU/s1600-h/taylor_lautner_0_0_0x0_407x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191815289947826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp4w8gRrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wvWYpzSJEXU/s320/taylor_lautner_0_0_0x0_407x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp4cWvzoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/N6-EzgxDnPk/s1600-h/taylor_lautner_dirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191809762872962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTp4cWvzoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/N6-EzgxDnPk/s320/taylor_lautner_dirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpfsZtRjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SL5O5ryxw9k/s1600-h/taylor_lautner240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191384573527602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpfsZtRjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SL5O5ryxw9k/s320/taylor_lautner240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpfAo4k5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/419p9V0bxpw/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-rolling-stone-photo-shoot-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191372826022802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpfAo4k5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/419p9V0bxpw/s320/taylor-lautner-rolling-stone-photo-shoot-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpeorOGgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KhHBMMCilIw/s1600-h/original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191366393371138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpeorOGgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KhHBMMCilIw/s320/original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpeYchK1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/y8kHGBdiBUY/s1600-h/35953990-5fe87064653a7ea0f0817481ec9d5dcf_4ad4d8d1-scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191362036738898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpeYchK1I/AAAAAAAAAaw/y8kHGBdiBUY/s320/35953990-5fe87064653a7ea0f0817481ec9d5dcf_4ad4d8d1-scaled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpd_PvXiI/AAAAAAAAAao/KbEXj23TRdc/s1600-h/35951487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191355272257058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTpd_PvXiI/AAAAAAAAAao/KbEXj23TRdc/s320/35951487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8749489676544395283?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8749489676544395283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8749489676544395283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8749489676544395283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8749489676544395283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/taylor-lautner.html' title='Taylor Lautner'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTqQQIwyEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/iBkaJu4MBu4/s72-c/640x417-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-2089624987894937136</id><published>2009-10-13T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:01:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Facinelli</title><content type='html'>So, as suggested by RSM, in celebration of my lovely 12 followers. I'm doing 12 pictures for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all need some man candy in our lives ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTns-AUHGI/AAAAAAAAAag/ulUFEi5USco/s1600-h/peter_facinelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392189413613902946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTns-AUHGI/AAAAAAAAAag/ulUFEi5USco/s320/peter_facinelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnsT5EoEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ghRVCv6724g/s1600-h/MV5BMzYxMjk3NzQwOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjA1MTYz__V1__SX325_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392189402309238850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnsT5EoEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ghRVCv6724g/s320/MV5BMzYxMjk3NzQwOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNjA1MTYz__V1__SX325_SY400_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnTHYGrUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/OYM0pSpLDgE/s1600-h/Carlisle2988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188969453006146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnTHYGrUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/OYM0pSpLDgE/s320/Carlisle2988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnSkdWqxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-6Al8Qsoysg/s1600-h/pfachsuit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188960079784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnSkdWqxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-6Al8Qsoysg/s320/pfachsuit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnSGbToRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/I0LFH4Dg8wM/s1600-h/pf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188952018133266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnSGbToRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/I0LFH4Dg8wM/s320/pf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnRjIcjgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kyWIUl4dptM/s1600-h/peter-facinelli_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188942543785474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnRjIcjgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kyWIUl4dptM/s320/peter-facinelli_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnRX0_JoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/e62xY6ccPTE/s1600-h/PeterFacinelli24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188939509376642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTnRX0_JoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/e62xY6ccPTE/s320/PeterFacinelli24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmsHSdjmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jTiRTNLLMNA/s1600-h/PeterFacinelli3peterfacinelli2933249274400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188299414441570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmsHSdjmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jTiRTNLLMNA/s320/PeterFacinelli3peterfacinelli2933249274400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmrk24WRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cMLxtCCaFJE/s1600-h/PeterFacinelli3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188290171951378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmrk24WRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cMLxtCCaFJE/s320/PeterFacinelli3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmrDG0eVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/T47jI1yewO0/s1600-h/Peter%2520Facinelli-SGG-034433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188281112000850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmrDG0eVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/T47jI1yewO0/s320/Peter%2520Facinelli-SGG-034433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmqzC6f1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8tcZfMSTNoU/s1600-h/peter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188276800651090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmqzC6f1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8tcZfMSTNoU/s320/peter5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmqfQu6nI/AAAAAAAAAZI/L1u6IzKk8FI/s1600-h/facinelli-work-06aug09-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188271489903218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTmqfQu6nI/AAAAAAAAAZI/L1u6IzKk8FI/s320/facinelli-work-06aug09-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-2089624987894937136?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2089624987894937136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=2089624987894937136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2089624987894937136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2089624987894937136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/peter-facinelli.html' title='Peter Facinelli'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTns-AUHGI/AAAAAAAAAag/ulUFEi5USco/s72-c/peter_facinelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8657252952828587396</id><published>2009-10-13T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:02:08.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Rathbone</title><content type='html'>So, as suggested by RSM, in celebration of my lovely 12 followers. I'm doing 12 pictures for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all need some man candy in our lives ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTl3SnSruI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e4hsfxRUcdU/s1600-h/jacksonfauxhawk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392187391921532642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTl3SnSruI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e4hsfxRUcdU/s320/jacksonfauxhawk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTle_8urYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/F1UuTWjVnUc/s1600-h/Jacksper3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186974594313602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTle_8urYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/F1UuTWjVnUc/s320/Jacksper3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTledWp-LI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uwQJlR7_xpI/s1600-h/28982477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186965307816114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTledWp-LI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uwQJlR7_xpI/s320/28982477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTld-bSNvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/uD2TeQFpPnY/s1600-h/jackson-rathbone.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186957005731570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTld-bSNvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/uD2TeQFpPnY/s320/jackson-rathbone.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTldbybwQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oFbOE4kYAPo/s1600-h/jackson-rathbone-photoshoots-twilight-series-3830273-530-650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186947707584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTldbybwQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oFbOE4kYAPo/s320/jackson-rathbone-photoshoots-twilight-series-3830273-530-650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTlc1EZqdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OOL06an_XCk/s1600-h/Jackson-Rathbone-new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186937313962450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTlc1EZqdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OOL06an_XCk/s320/Jackson-Rathbone-new-moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkckrPmDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/owyDEShZ9VY/s1600-h/jacksonfauxhawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185833401849906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkckrPmDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/owyDEShZ9VY/s320/jacksonfauxhawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkcBZbAkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4kVkY72bkcw/s1600-h/jackson_rathbone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185823931859522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkcBZbAkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4kVkY72bkcw/s320/jackson_rathbone1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkb_487-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SIRL5rky-nU/s1600-h/jackson_rathbone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185823527235554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkb_487-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SIRL5rky-nU/s320/jackson_rathbone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185814579476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkbejo9xI/AAAAAAAAAXw/R9ZCFO9njRY/s320/jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkbH7XnqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0DSNzCoaUX4/s1600-h/J.Action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185808504987298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTkbH7XnqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0DSNzCoaUX4/s320/J.Action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392187396911598418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTl3lNBC1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/outfRMJhjEo/s320/jasper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8657252952828587396?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8657252952828587396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8657252952828587396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8657252952828587396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8657252952828587396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/jackson-rathbone.html' title='Jackson Rathbone'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTl3SnSruI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e4hsfxRUcdU/s72-c/jacksonfauxhawk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1840912224262216108</id><published>2009-10-13T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:01:33.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kellan Lutz</title><content type='html'>So, as suggested by RSM, in celebration of my lovely 12 followers. I'm doing 12 pictures for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all need some man candy in our lives ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjvFuEa7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rK-IsqU4lAY/s1600-h/kellan-lutz-laying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185051998088114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjvFuEa7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rK-IsqU4lAY/s320/kellan-lutz-laying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjul8mVRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bY6YnpbrwTU/s1600-h/Kellan-Lutz-kellan-lutz-2851862-320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185043469096210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjul8mVRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bY6YnpbrwTU/s320/Kellan-Lutz-kellan-lutz-2851862-320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjanWOoqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6t4F4kCKSxs/s1600-h/kellan-lutz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184700247646882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjanWOoqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6t4F4kCKSxs/s320/kellan-lutz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjaalJhxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7xH8LlzZeEo/s1600-h/kellan-lutz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184696820565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjaalJhxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7xH8LlzZeEo/s320/kellan-lutz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjZopJBwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MO6oHzHHqK4/s1600-h/KellanLutz0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184683415537410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjZopJBwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MO6oHzHHqK4/s320/KellanLutz0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjZRpfRSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Gid_klnpmqk/s1600-h/KellanEatingBiscuit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184677242979618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjZRpfRSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Gid_klnpmqk/s320/KellanEatingBiscuit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjY5FfZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/GxVXmqbyqwU/s1600-h/Kellan_Lutz_Suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184670649542482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjY5FfZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/GxVXmqbyqwU/s320/Kellan_Lutz_Suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi7l5kv_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/cMzoWknyQ7Q/s1600-h/Kella-kellan-lutz-6052126-1136-802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184167283081202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi7l5kv_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/cMzoWknyQ7Q/s320/Kella-kellan-lutz-6052126-1136-802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi7LXjEII/AAAAAAAAAWg/u43GW9Pk3LQ/s1600-h/470x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184160161042562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi7LXjEII/AAAAAAAAAWg/u43GW9Pk3LQ/s320/470x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi6_6C00I/AAAAAAAAAWY/cdrnQuB2VZA/s1600-h/14j2dj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184157084504898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi6_6C00I/AAAAAAAAAWY/cdrnQuB2VZA/s320/14j2dj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi6Km-cqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vf3auCtfRiQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184142777447074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi6Km-cqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vf3auCtfRiQ/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi54cxswI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BiAu4_leqWU/s1600-h/1ew31u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392184137902830338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTi54cxswI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BiAu4_leqWU/s320/1ew31u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1840912224262216108?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1840912224262216108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1840912224262216108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1840912224262216108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1840912224262216108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/kellan-lutz.html' title='Kellan Lutz'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTjvFuEa7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rK-IsqU4lAY/s72-c/kellan-lutz-laying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-9136278843090799503</id><published>2009-10-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:01:15.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson</title><content type='html'>So, as suggested by RSM, in celebration of my lovely 12 followers. I'm doing 12 pictures for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all need some man candy in our lives ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTg_QvnzoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Z7ePflWXk7M/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-cosmogirl+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182031300415106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTg_QvnzoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Z7ePflWXk7M/s320/robert-pattinson-cosmogirl+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTg-5HOf0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/nkfxUI9fe5s/s1600-h/robbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182024956968770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTg-5HOf0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/nkfxUI9fe5s/s320/robbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgvRHIxCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/bB48ag_NX-I/s1600-h/beardward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181756521137186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgvRHIxCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/bB48ag_NX-I/s320/beardward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTguxj6hnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/M4a2TETE99M/s1600-h/6291_102581603086369_100000035892423_70106_739247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181748051904114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTguxj6hnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/M4a2TETE99M/s320/6291_102581603086369_100000035892423_70106_739247_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTguXoAJwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xPj4kts3uzk/s1600-h/6010_1178705876453_1492332605_460763_2054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181741089728258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTguXoAJwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xPj4kts3uzk/s320/6010_1178705876453_1492332605_460763_2054_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgtxuJJgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bRZld-7eZ8w/s1600-h/5170_107389204704_792489704_1976782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181730914936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgtxuJJgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bRZld-7eZ8w/s320/5170_107389204704_792489704_1976782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgtec8gLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/u6sjL7qb9Lw/s1600-h/4593_108092809571_599234571_2662622_420650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181725742530738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgtec8gLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/u6sjL7qb9Lw/s320/4593_108092809571_599234571_2662622_420650_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgDeYUfAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iwBg5aCAEwA/s1600-h/640x417-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181004168625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgDeYUfAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iwBg5aCAEwA/s320/640x417-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgC5mXQLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qe_jD2fD1Tc/s1600-h/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392180994295414962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgC5mXQLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qe_jD2fD1Tc/s320/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgCjacrQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sRkkel9-Cs4/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392180988339858690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgCjacrQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sRkkel9-Cs4/s320/027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgBrbYWAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y5OmSLM0rQ8/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392180973311383554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTgBrbYWAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y5OmSLM0rQ8/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392182175060648050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StThHoSu4HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nT1LJnQwcws/s320/robert-pattinson-cosmogirl+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-9136278843090799503?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9136278843090799503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=9136278843090799503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9136278843090799503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9136278843090799503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/robert-pattinson.html' title='Robert Pattinson'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StTg_QvnzoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Z7ePflWXk7M/s72-c/robert-pattinson-cosmogirl+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1192270637934836701</id><published>2009-10-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:48:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg..</title><content type='html'>As you know I've been relativly quiet on both Blogger and Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame my smutty sisters for that fact. They know what they've done.... Don't you!! Don't give me that look dammit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is a point to this post. It's that fact that as I was looking on google before, I typed in Twilight Body Paint. And you've all seen the girl that went to comic-con completely covered from head to foot in paint in the semblance of something Twilight. If not, go look it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I went to delete this from my search bar, I ended up with only Twilight Body, which then gave me the option of Twilight Body Glitter. Of course, I clicked it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say pee your pants with laughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391706546455375266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StMwiZqe7aI/AAAAAAAAATg/k9pnkMbsmI0/s320/scan0004%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually laughed pretty hard when I saw this. I honestly never thought I'd see this type of product on the markets. Then again we have seen the likes of the Esme's Veil that was for sale.... (Thanks to Twitarded for that one, It was really damn creepy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391707401935487042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StMxUMk1gEI/AAAAAAAAATo/-NX8kePp1-o/s320/etsy+esme+veil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even if you thought they were bad. We have Twilight merchandise for the liqiour lover in all of us. What better way to combine drinking and Twilight then with a whiskey flask??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure the girls over at Twitarded would love this little product too. What's a Twilight viewing without a bit of alcohol on hand??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391708799048875874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StMylhOn_2I/AAAAAAAAATw/woTY_GAEbXI/s320/289882_1251157935210_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure you all have a lot more products that are bad/weird. Send them too me. I think the next few posts will be inspired by all Twilight products that are weird, strange, badly made and just down right weird. My email is at the bottom of the screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also... WOOO! I'm at 12 followers. I'm so damn happy right now I may give you all 30 wonderful mins of any Twilight boys you want ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1192270637934836701?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1192270637934836701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1192270637934836701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1192270637934836701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1192270637934836701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title='Omg..'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/StMwiZqe7aI/AAAAAAAAATg/k9pnkMbsmI0/s72-c/scan0004%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-9037048904319549855</id><published>2009-10-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:58:30.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If he's not legal for you... Look away now</title><content type='html'>I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being an uber picture whore because I NEEEEEEEDED some kind of Twilight fix. And after searching many things I stumbled upon this new picture of Taylor Launter and just had to share it with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please bare in mind that the legal age of consent here in the UK is 16. So, suck on that biatches ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390690302148906290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ss-URMm6jTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/FfmYO8-T0Jk/s320/original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for those of you that can't look at the man god that is Taylor Lautner... Please look below . I have a selection of other yummy men from Twilight. They all being Cullen men obviously :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390690759662679058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ss-Ur0-stBI/AAAAAAAAATA/EHYVH0ZoOjI/s320/25934254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390691069875043394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ss-U94nFvEI/AAAAAAAAATI/obs1mtjtdJU/s320/11868865_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390691530515026594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ss-VYsoOEqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/gZZO3c8OnBc/s320/28982477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390691885766287154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ss-VtYCuHzI/AAAAAAAAATY/hXf3RnAcAwE/s320/pfachsuit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-9037048904319549855?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9037048904319549855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=9037048904319549855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9037048904319549855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9037048904319549855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-hes-not-legal-for-you-look-away-now.html' title='If he&apos;s not legal for you... Look away now'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Ss-URMm6jTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/FfmYO8-T0Jk/s72-c/original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-2009610352742532106</id><published>2009-10-05T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:12:09.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>I know I've been quiet, But I really don't have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just... I think that I may have actually ran out of steam. Who ever thought that this one would ever run out of steam? I suppose that's what happens when your Twihard friend is awol and you have no one as crazy as yourself to bounce the madness off AND you are the only person running a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm in a moaning mood. So you'll just have to deal with that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand!!! It's 46 glorious days now until the lovely day is here. And also, Tickets go on sale in the UK on the 8th November acording to my sources. (Becky you're a love ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went shopping, and for those who read Clipped Wings &amp;amp; Inked Armour. Here is a candle I found. I HAD to get a picture of Mini-e next to it. I may also have to go back and buy it.... Hmmm. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389225319726062706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sspf3_zQHHI/AAAAAAAAASw/0CcD05KuC0U/s320/DSC02850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-2009610352742532106?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2009610352742532106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=2009610352742532106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2009610352742532106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2009610352742532106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/10/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sspf3_zQHHI/AAAAAAAAASw/0CcD05KuC0U/s72-c/DSC02850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3757812789146346643</id><published>2009-09-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:39:39.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day out</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, I'm going to bore the hell outta you all with my adventures that happened this Saturday ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2YBo1AAI/AAAAAAAAASo/lRjDTcgfreM/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505678207909890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2YBo1AAI/AAAAAAAAASo/lRjDTcgfreM/s320/DSC02727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2SvuGLdI/AAAAAAAAASg/NRPEfGRmMco/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505587498823122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2SvuGLdI/AAAAAAAAASg/NRPEfGRmMco/s320/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2MThZFSI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZEiU80Qe0IM/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505476850128162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2MThZFSI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZEiU80Qe0IM/s320/DSC02734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2IZAKnHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DJjunyuWy-4/s1600-h/DSC02736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505409601903730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2IZAKnHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DJjunyuWy-4/s320/DSC02736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC151s-GnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ESxXHFWU9Us/s1600-h/DSC02776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505159607982706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC151s-GnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ESxXHFWU9Us/s320/DSC02776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1eFyJKWI/AAAAAAAAASA/Tzv9VqHzKVQ/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386504682888309090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1eFyJKWI/AAAAAAAAASA/Tzv9VqHzKVQ/s320/DSC02770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1YoSfCdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oFsOE4V2mrE/s1600-h/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386504589071550930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1YoSfCdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oFsOE4V2mrE/s320/DSC02787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1TgGG40I/AAAAAAAAARw/s32hnfwmWpo/s1600-h/DSC02800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386504500972806978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1TgGG40I/AAAAAAAAARw/s32hnfwmWpo/s320/DSC02800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1Nv2f6tI/AAAAAAAAARo/cWjoqdsnGtk/s1600-h/DSC02805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386504402123090642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC1Nv2f6tI/AAAAAAAAARo/cWjoqdsnGtk/s320/DSC02805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed until it flew into the distance. We all giggled madly and waved until the people got out of sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a pretty damn fun day. And one that I doubt I'll ever forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and just so he'll shut the hell up. Dimmeh you are mentioned in the post... Here =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3757812789146346643?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3757812789146346643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3757812789146346643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3757812789146346643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3757812789146346643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-out.html' title='The day out'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SsC2YBo1AAI/AAAAAAAAASo/lRjDTcgfreM/s72-c/DSC02727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-2761708339248400906</id><published>2009-09-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:10:08.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another still !!!</title><content type='html'>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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I squeed when I saw this because... well just LOOK at it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935690508311650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SreU_DZLnGI/AAAAAAAAARg/QtljyW1C9wo/s320/31079400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://twicrackaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twi-crack Addict&lt;/a&gt; for this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I've been giving Chris Weitz a lot of praise. Don't look at me like that, I love the guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can you say SQUUEEEE!!!???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-2761708339248400906?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2761708339248400906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=2761708339248400906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2761708339248400906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/2761708339248400906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-still.html' title='Another still !!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SreU_DZLnGI/AAAAAAAAARg/QtljyW1C9wo/s72-c/31079400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-778692766559259723</id><published>2009-09-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:05:13.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-e's photoshoot</title><content type='html'>So, I decided to do a mini-e photoshoot with my other little toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a geek and like Doctor Who too. Those action figures BEND too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened when Mini-e met a Cyberman, The Master, Dalek-Human Hybrid and Martha Jones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQO50XrcTI/AAAAAAAAARY/UTPKVsrdNBU/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943841087877426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQO50XrcTI/AAAAAAAAARY/UTPKVsrdNBU/s320/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It all started off really nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQO1YbqFiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Dom3L1gDkOI/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943764868896290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQO1YbqFiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Dom3L1gDkOI/s320/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then the cocky bendy fuckers over powered mini-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQOxlBL2VI/AAAAAAAAARI/_a6yCPejrB0/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943699528046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQOxlBL2VI/AAAAAAAAARI/_a6yCPejrB0/s320/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Martha straddled him hoping for her own halfy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQOsrgDQ_I/AAAAAAAAARA/-bJ4m88oLtI/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943615368774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQOsrgDQ_I/AAAAAAAAARA/-bJ4m88oLtI/s320/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mini-e obviously got the better of them before Martha could get her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-778692766559259723?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/778692766559259723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=778692766559259723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/778692766559259723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/778692766559259723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/mini-es-photoshoot.html' title='Mini-e&apos;s photoshoot'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrQO50XrcTI/AAAAAAAAARY/UTPKVsrdNBU/s72-c/DSC02681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8006229872515066754</id><published>2009-09-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:16:27.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry!</title><content type='html'>Please don't shoot me. Pretty please with RPattz on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="263" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9b1c5d24e3c714d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9b1c5d24e3c714d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865645%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA4F2143BBC9A4C2717CCB6F2B7123E9CD9E5BED.F9F9774EE86C6DD7D9C544F61A476E173AA0D76%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9b1c5d24e3c714d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCaI7YfJIAHnOmYrP_0LXD6XVZQE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="438" height="263" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9b1c5d24e3c714d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865645%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA4F2143BBC9A4C2717CCB6F2B7123E9CD9E5BED.F9F9774EE86C6DD7D9C544F61A476E173AA0D76%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9b1c5d24e3c714d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCaI7YfJIAHnOmYrP_0LXD6XVZQE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381864178518647538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrA49L4A4vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WPycvzhYPvQ/s320/26827481-b542b5bdd86d20c0ec93e6d987a3f00c_4aae593d-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sexpenders... Right? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I forgiven for being neglectful now? Really?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8006229872515066754?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8006229872515066754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8006229872515066754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8006229872515066754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8006229872515066754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SrA49L4A4vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WPycvzhYPvQ/s72-c/26827481-b542b5bdd86d20c0ec93e6d987a3f00c_4aae593d-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8328642055728832983</id><published>2009-09-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:31:51.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY *died*</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And OH. MY. GOD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I officially LOVE Chris Weitz. Who cares if he's changed the Volvo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care anymore. The wolves don't look shit, they look fan-fucking-tastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380356142500592754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqrdZ77WvHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pQq1BTvcXik/s320/Volturi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOVEMBER WILL YOU GET HERE SOON!? Because I know that I won't be able to contain my excitement much longer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8328642055728832983?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8328642055728832983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8328642055728832983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8328642055728832983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8328642055728832983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-died.html' title='OH MY *died*'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqrdZ77WvHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pQq1BTvcXik/s72-c/Volturi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6807821270996744479</id><published>2009-09-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:35:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 12 - dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 12 – Dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all smiled at each other before Rachel hooked her arm into mine and pulled me towards the register&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d managed to time it so when we arrived back at the hotel it was just turning half eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh sorry sir…” I looked up slowly and stepped back quickly, blushing as I went when I realised who I’d just walked into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just grinned and hooked my arm in his as Rachel shut the door behind us before she linked up with his other arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel’s hair is one of those gorgeous styles you see at a wedding or something. &lt;a href="http://hot-fashion-hairstyles.blogspot.com/2009/04/2008-fashion-updo-hairstyles.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is how I imagined Sammie’s though. (It’s the first picture, the broad with the green hair and red eyes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6807821270996744479?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6807821270996744479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6807821270996744479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6807821270996744479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6807821270996744479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/changing-luck-chapter-12-dress-up.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 12 - dress up'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-4270441750359361456</id><published>2009-09-07T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:30:01.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... Jackson</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remebered that Lion Lovin' Lamb (Or LLL) from &lt;a href="http://www.thetwiangle.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Twiangle&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrpbW3PrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GhSwCDeYzYo/s1600-h/Jackson-Rathbone-new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378823689426386610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrpbW3PrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GhSwCDeYzYo/s320/Jackson-Rathbone-new-moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrNQZcXCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2CRNrtA7sAs/s1600-h/jackson-rathbone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378823205448080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrNQZcXCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2CRNrtA7sAs/s320/jackson-rathbone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's watching you, LLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrDc4GoWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/M6SjJfC7wfs/s1600-h/z197893354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378823036999213410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrDc4GoWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/M6SjJfC7wfs/s320/z197893354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You can tell he's about to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVqqSfZRVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Hdw2HCGagzI/s1600-h/jacksonfauxhawk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378822604714493266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVqqSfZRVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Hdw2HCGagzI/s320/jacksonfauxhawk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I heart mohawk Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVqg0hS98I/AAAAAAAAAQI/nctdgmEXD14/s1600-h/J.Action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378822442050582466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVqg0hS98I/AAAAAAAAAQI/nctdgmEXD14/s320/J.Action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LLL, What did you do to him? He looks all worn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVqZ3-bYgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_56pd-QjkwQ/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378822322718990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVqZ3-bYgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_56pd-QjkwQ/s320/jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, Look at that smile *thud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, once you've picked yourself up off the floor. Go check out &lt;a href="http://www.thetwiangle.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Twiangle&lt;/a&gt;, they're amazing hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-4270441750359361456?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4270441750359361456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=4270441750359361456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4270441750359361456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4270441750359361456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/mmm-jackson.html' title='Mmm... Jackson'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqVrpbW3PrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GhSwCDeYzYo/s72-c/Jackson-Rathbone-new-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3031115855325926376</id><published>2009-09-04T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:01:04.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sowwy...</title><content type='html'>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...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ya wanna read the smut I'm reading, here's the links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4871509/15/The_Office"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4764216/1/The_Submissive"&gt;The Submissive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4918631/1/The_Dominant"&gt;The Dominant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5143291/1/Clipped_Wings_and_Inked_Armor"&gt;Clipped wings and Inked Armour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4627414/1/"&gt;Wide Awake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4819806/1/The_Red_Line"&gt;The Red Line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4604123/1/Nice_Catch"&gt;Nice Catch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4405987/1/Total_Eclipse_of_the_Heart"&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4833917/1/Cocktails_Dreams"&gt;Cocktails &amp;amp; Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377749856238589890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqGbAHACV8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rclpZG_w4Zg/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was starting to get pissed with all the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Soooo, If anyone wants to help me with this &lt;strike&gt;shitty&lt;/strike&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3031115855325926376?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3031115855325926376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3031115855325926376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3031115855325926376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3031115855325926376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/sowwy.html' title='Sowwy...'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SqGbAHACV8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rclpZG_w4Zg/s72-c/DSC02624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-4567926809173180515</id><published>2009-09-02T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:48:27.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first mini-E!!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is our day out. It's gunna be long but hope you like it hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67Ru7MooI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8YXEOcu2I_g/s1600-h/DSC02547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940918455444098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67Ru7MooI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8YXEOcu2I_g/s320/DSC02547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edward broke out of his packet then climbed out of my bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67MElghqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wc9rUKRkL9A/s1600-h/DSC02545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940821190837922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67MElghqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wc9rUKRkL9A/s320/DSC02545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He then went to get money from the nearest ATM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67IXqKRKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4aA_0tBlVsk/s1600-h/DSC02548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940757591147682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67IXqKRKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4aA_0tBlVsk/s320/DSC02548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky bastard had plenty of cash in his account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67EiLT8OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n7Fmsr_wEe4/s1600-h/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940691695071458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67EiLT8OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n7Fmsr_wEe4/s320/DSC02549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to the apple shop. He wanted an iPhone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66sTDcA7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jHY1jGXmOxg/s1600-h/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940275318653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66sTDcA7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jHY1jGXmOxg/s320/DSC02550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a Lamb teddy that looked like Bella :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66gvHL2YI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BEC_fDz4b6c/s1600-h/DSC02551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940076692134274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66gvHL2YI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BEC_fDz4b6c/s320/DSC02551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We found Jacob and his friends playing soccer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66c4FPsoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7jzB1fhAU4/s1600-h/DSC02555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940010380440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66c4FPsoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7jzB1fhAU4/s320/DSC02555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edward tried on a few hats but they didn't fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66XCGidwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FASWdsZTzdM/s1600-h/DSC02560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939909991003906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66XCGidwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FASWdsZTzdM/s320/DSC02560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went around and he found a top he likes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He only like Liverpool because it's dull and over cast like Forks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66REHxUeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zBvmfXYqOS8/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939807453827554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66REHxUeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zBvmfXYqOS8/s320/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He liked this top too. But I told him only one top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939727203248770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66MZKiqoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pZOVUOnkvvQ/s320/DSC02563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So he chose this one instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66Ggt4M1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yUvdJ3ja-EY/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939626151293778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66Ggt4M1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yUvdJ3ja-EY/s320/DSC02581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He hitched a ride in my hat after a while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66AKZxtJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/41kSWHAgPyc/s1600-h/DSC02593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939517082186898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp66AKZxtJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/41kSWHAgPyc/s320/DSC02593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edward found his look-a-like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939389910012690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp654wpkUxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UWEeQcnIEWI/s320/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think he's been reading a little too much Twismut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp65yGQAyEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WBYHQB__pmk/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376939275449321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp65yGQAyEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WBYHQB__pmk/s320/DSC02600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, Mini-E and Emmett bear meet. They horsed around on the bus for ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that was our Twitarded day. It was so much fun. Hope you like the pictures. More to come hehehe :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-4567926809173180515?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4567926809173180515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=4567926809173180515&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4567926809173180515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4567926809173180515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-mini-e.html' title='My first mini-E!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp67Ru7MooI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8YXEOcu2I_g/s72-c/DSC02547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1616618599438286770</id><published>2009-09-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:16:46.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh... the dares come out!</title><content type='html'>Well, today has been... FUCKING HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started with &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Limey_1996"&gt;Limey_1996&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her to fantasise about RPattz in the sand. Which then reminded me of another thing. Two words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Isle. Esme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376625522839769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp2cbSsp0NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sfk6d-FNfaI/s320/51C85E55-C3EE-C6D5-EA6C67A61FF2B7A6_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who the fuck knew you could get molds? I won't be using one though lol.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have put up a pic of  penis cake, but they're rather.... Disturbing :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1616618599438286770?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1616618599438286770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1616618599438286770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1616618599438286770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1616618599438286770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/uh-oh-dares-come-out.html' title='Uh oh... the dares come out!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sp2cbSsp0NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sfk6d-FNfaI/s72-c/51C85E55-C3EE-C6D5-EA6C67A61FF2B7A6_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3330617803452426498</id><published>2009-08-31T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:15:37.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh!</title><content type='html'>The weather has been crappy, my good mood has been buried six-feet under so I can't find it and the phone that I leant to my friend has come back in less then perfect condition which means that I now can't sell it on. I know, I know. Don't lend out stuff you intend to keep near perfect. Ooh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I have to say is roll on wednesday so that I can get my Twilight funk on and plaster my room with fuck loads more Twi-related merchandise. That should help my mood. And my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's taking forever to get the next chapter of Changing Luck up, and that's for the simple fact my brain has literally fallen out with my imagination. The bags are packed and everything in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to ease you pain, because I know that you want the next chapter (*snort*), here is some gorgeous hunky men to make us all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLTRJry2I/AAAAAAAAANw/aRNtVahHLLM/s1600-h/6010_1178705876453_1492332605_460763_2054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254849567148898" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLTRJry2I/AAAAAAAAANw/aRNtVahHLLM/s320/6010_1178705876453_1492332605_460763_2054_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLGY5AdQI/AAAAAAAAANg/jMAPpKeMArQ/s1600-h/normal_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254628306384130" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLGY5AdQI/AAAAAAAAANg/jMAPpKeMArQ/s320/normal_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLMnwSv5I/AAAAAAAAANo/yXqTGawDZ6U/s1600-h/PeterFacinelli24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254735375581074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLMnwSv5I/AAAAAAAAANo/yXqTGawDZ6U/s320/PeterFacinelli24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxK-gbuvII/AAAAAAAAANY/-uOnySi6eF4/s1600-h/taylor_lautner_dirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254492892118146" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxK-gbuvII/AAAAAAAAANY/-uOnySi6eF4/s320/taylor_lautner_dirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxK6TJFvwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sPYcYm0qkE8/s1600-h/normal_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254420604796674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxK6TJFvwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sPYcYm0qkE8/s320/normal_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3330617803452426498?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3330617803452426498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3330617803452426498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3330617803452426498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3330617803452426498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-gosh_31.html' title='Oh my gosh!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpxLTRJry2I/AAAAAAAAANw/aRNtVahHLLM/s72-c/6010_1178705876453_1492332605_460763_2054_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8012468901238924733</id><published>2009-08-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:37:27.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber groan</title><content type='html'>So, today was the next day of the "need money to see Kellan Lutz" fundraising things me and TG are doing. And it's, yet again, it was another car boot sale. Only this time it's a bank holiday weekend, so we hoped we'd be getting more people turning up. Our hopes were squished because there is another one tomorrow. Uber groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, we only got £97 last weekend. And I know it sounds alot, but since the tickets are £300 for the pair, it's only a third of what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuantly, luck was not on our side and we only raised £47. After paying the lot and stuff we only had £134 altogether. So, it looks like we won't be melting our eyes with the sexual Kellan Lutz. Instead, we will be slurging out on Twilight merchandise. We have £67 each, so that will get us Mini E, the 2 disc edition of Twilight and what ever other stuff we want hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always next year, and that way we get to meet the rest of the cast too. Look out America, we're coming and we're LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. So, wednesday we will be documenting the adventures of Mini E in liverpool. This will be fun. Watch this space hehehe :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8012468901238924733?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8012468901238924733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8012468901238924733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8012468901238924733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8012468901238924733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/uber-groan.html' title='Uber groan'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-100250448830531558</id><published>2009-08-28T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:59:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 11 - Bruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11 – Bruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed onto the bed and yawned loudly. Today had been long, embarrassing and awful tiring, but also one of the best days of my life. I had a new dress bought for me by Nikki and Ashley and we’d had a meal with the rest of the cast. I was ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Rachel had had more sleep than me and was still riding the high from meeting everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh… my… god. We’ll get to see the whole cast tomorrow. I wonder why they’re in LA. Because they should be in Vancouver if they’re filming Breaking Dawn. But, oh, oh! They’ll be doing make-up and clothing sets and they’ve got Twi-con and there’s Jackson’s band playing!” Rachel began to talk faster than normal then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned and rolled onto my side, pulling the pillow over my head as I yawned loudly before giggling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind flickered to this morning and I smiled a little as I closed my eyes, letting out another long yawn in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umph!” I gasped as the breath was knocked from me as Rachel’s knee connected with my ribs “RACHEL! For fucks sake will you watch what you’re doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled onto my back and held my side gingerly. That was going to leave a bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she scrambled quickly off me and rushed towards the bathroom as I pressed carefully at my ribs, trying to assess the damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel ran back in and carefully placed an ice pack on my side. We’d packed a lot of medical things for the simple fact I was accident prone and Rachel tended to inflict most of my wounds upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay, nothings broke. Just, very painful is all” I smiled up at her and yawned again “You should get into bed; we have an early start tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel nodded and handed me two painkillers before climbing into her own bed. I glanced over at her and the second her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I envied how she could do that. I knew that I’d be up for a long time, and now with the burning pain of my ribs. This was going to be a long, restless night for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed the two painkillers and let out a soft sigh, my eyes watching the patterns on the ceiling from the light slipping through the slight gap in the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know when I finally fell asleep but the next thing I remember was Rachel slowly shaking my arm and telling me it was nine a.m. and it was time to get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawned and stretched. Big mistake. My ribs instantly started throbbing and I groaned a little before pulling myself out of the bed slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was already dressed when she walked back into the bedroom “You were talking about Jackson in your sleep last night you know” she eyed me up and grinned a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared up at her. I was never one to talk in my sleep and I don’t think I’d dreamt last night “What? Are you sure? I’ve never talked in my sleep before”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just grinned and threw some of the new clothes we’d bought yesterday at me. “Thanks” I groaned a little as I pulled off my pyjamas and assessed the size of the bruise in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It was about three ribs long and only a few inches wide. At least it wouldn’t show through my top, I just have to be careful today. That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed carefully, so that I didn’t pull my side and smiled as Rachel handed me two painkillers “Thanks, I think I’m going to need them today. So, put the packet in your bag please”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and instantly shoved the packet into her bag along with a bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawned again and dragged myself into the bathroom. My hair was a state but I could just stick that into a bobble for now. I looked tired, but Rachel promised makeup, which I’ll probably refuse, but it should help the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed my hair into a messy bun and washed my face before brushing my teeth. “Hmm” I pushed my tooth brush into my bag. If we were eating out I’d have to brush my teeth again before we met up with Jackson at twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped on my shoes and stepped outside. Rachel was already there, looking perfect as always. I smiled at her and pushed the room key into my bag before stretching awkwardly so I wouldn’t jolt my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right let’s go. You lead the way seen as you have it planned out” I held the door open and followed her out into the hallway before closing the door behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Rib bruises hurt like a bitch. That's why I put it in here haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hit in the ribs, so it was inspiration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-100250448830531558?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/100250448830531558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=100250448830531558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/100250448830531558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/100250448830531558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-11-bruise.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 11 - Bruise'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-6329690234365590695</id><published>2009-08-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:41:06.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>My blog has grown into 3 columns. I have followers. And I've had over 100 views to my blog since 10th August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alls I have to say is, thank you for putting up with my absoloute twoddle and potty mouth. Though I think I've been rather clean compared to what I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to yesterdays blog. @Limey_1996 and I had ... well ... reverted to 6 year olds with changing random words into fart, farts, farting or fartingly. Or anything that called for it. And it was her who started it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it wasmy fault to turn into a 6 year old and drag down the others within the little Twitter circle we have. This is what started it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Limey_1996"&gt;Limey_1996&lt;/a&gt;: @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage"&gt;Zoomage&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that frig for that. I look like bloody Nanook when the white stuff starts to fall.. haha I have a muff for everything! hahaha "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dirty ass mind and a whole fuck load, or muff load, of random words. We also decided to drag our 3 lovely accomplises into it. These being &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LatchkeyWife"&gt;LatchkeyWife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/K_InTheFlo"&gt;K_InTheFlo&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; VitaminR70 (VR is on lockdown so you bitches aren't getting her's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry girls. So, here is some Robporn to ease your pain :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374698819809925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpbEGal7V6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Wf0a_hhWK-I/s320/robert-pattinson-cosmogirl+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-6329690234365590695?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6329690234365590695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=6329690234365590695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6329690234365590695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/6329690234365590695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpbEGal7V6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Wf0a_hhWK-I/s72-c/robert-pattinson-cosmogirl+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-5693788474048013644</id><published>2009-08-26T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:03:53.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fartingly good time was had by all...</title><content type='html'>So basically, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/K_InTheFlo"&gt;K_InTheFlo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Limey_1996"&gt;Limey_1996&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage"&gt;myself&lt;/a&gt; have been reduced to 11 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all began with Limey and I talking about how we didn't know what RT (Re-Tweet), FF (Follow Friday) or HQ (High Quality) meant when we first joined Twitter. This then lead to us discussing what FF might have meant. Limey, being the complete nut she is, said that it could have meant Farty Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mayhem and endless Fart puns, rewording and all sorts. We then managed to rope in our lovely, lovely KITF. It had been so, so much fun. Unfortunatly, our farty friend KITF had to leave us to go to work. Limey and I kept up the farty time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, then came the moment that ruined our fun. TWITTER BECAME AN ARSEHOLE OF THE WORST DEGREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374317320925816834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpVpIQgDKAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K8V7OonQiTo/s320/eat+posts.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I say that, I mean that I had to refresh the page like a gazillion (or fartzillion) times for Madam Limey loo's posts to show up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got so amazing, but then my brain decided it was going to go shut down on me and all the fartyness (wittyness) ran out. Soo.. Because this post has been about myself and two of the best people I've met on Twitter. I'll give you guys some Kellan pictures AND a bitey Robward picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374318443412072050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpVqJmFoJnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sfbnbnHcHMs/s320/KLutzSkateboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374319200245472082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpVq1pgxW1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/AeJoiCPZ6To/s320/robp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-5693788474048013644?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5693788474048013644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=5693788474048013644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/5693788474048013644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/5693788474048013644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/fartingly-good-time-was-had-by-all.html' title='A fartingly good time was had by all...'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpVpIQgDKAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K8V7OonQiTo/s72-c/eat+posts.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-4341087189694361674</id><published>2009-08-26T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:58:57.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 10 - Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10 – Call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt slightly uneasy as I stepped into the restaurant again. I knew they’d all be watching and waiting for us to return, I just hope they didn’t bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as some of their eyes went wider as they looked at the new dress and Jackson just smiled sheepishly at me before holding out my chair for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lovely colour, it almost makes your eyes look golden” he commented as I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned at him and punched his arm lightly as he grinned back at me “Well you would know all about gold eyes, Mr. Vampire”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people around the table laughed and I smiled at them. I never thought I’d be able to feel comfortable again with them after what had happened, but they all shrugged it off and continued as if nothing had happened. Only Jackson made little remarks about it, which I didn’t mind. I knew him well enough to know it was only speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I really didn’t know him. I knew him well, we’d spoken for hours this morning about anything and everything, but I hadn’t known him long. There could be more to him than I actually knew from speaking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buzz around the table snapped me back to the present; everyone was chatting and laughing at different things. I heard Kellan telling Rachel first hand about Robert flipping him off in Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I called him another name for a cat” he grinned at her and she grinned back her eyes going to Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was grinning as well “I can’t believe Catherine actually left that in, I was sure she’d cut it out. The first time we were asked about it Kellan laughed nervously and I froze” he laughed and looked over at Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, there were a lot of things that made it into the film we didn’t expect. Like my ‘nice kitty’ line that I had to say to Rosalie” he looked over at Nikki and grinned at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was a nice line, especially to Rose. She is like a vicious little cat” she grinned at Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How’s the hands now Nikki? Fully healed yet?” I stared at Kristen in shock, it was the first time I’d heard her speak all night and she was quite happily smirking at Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, my hands are fine now. I’m just glad Catherine had those gloves. Vampires aren’t meant to bleed you know” She grinned back at Kristen “How’s your butt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen laughed “Better” and with that they all started with things that had gone wrong during filming the movies and the lines they didn’t expect to be left in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor looked at his phone as did all the others and an audible groan ran around the table. Rachel and I looked at each other, mirroring the confusion shown on each other’s faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson just laughed and shook his head “They choose their moments well don’t they. Well, we can’t keep the boss waiting”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up, and the rest of us did the same too. Rachel was smiling a little at the others and Jackson gave me an apologetic smile before we all made our way towards the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cars were already outside and waiting for them to leave the restaurant. And, naturally, there were paparazzi outside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I stood inside the restaurant as the others began to move outside, the flash of lights were almost blinding and I honestly didn’t know how the could put up with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged him back. I didn’t want him to go yet. It had been such a great day, but I think everything else just came second to when the job called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He released me and grinned before kissing my cheek “I’ll see you tomorrow, and don’t forget what time I’m meeting you in the lobby”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned back at him, he had an amazing smile and it always made the worse situations seem that much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, I know. We’re meeting at midday in the lobby. I’m not daft, and do you think I’d stand up my new best friend?” I whispered the last bit to him and giggled as he chuckled at the last part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” He pulled Rachel into a hug then stepped towards the doors “Thanks for coming tonight. The bills already been taken of too, so you don’t have to worry. We’re not eating and running” he pushed the door open and laughed as he headed through the flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at Rachel and took a deep breath “Time to go Rach, they’ll be distracted by them leaving so we’ll be able to get through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We linked arms and kept tight hold of our bags before heading through the door and pushing straight through the flashing lights and down the street towards the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next chapter hopefully won’t take as long for me to write and put up hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-4341087189694361674?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4341087189694361674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=4341087189694361674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4341087189694361674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4341087189694361674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-10-call.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 10 - Call'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-293563261893353810</id><published>2009-08-25T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:58:10.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Twistars just for you (:</title><content type='html'>Because I have a severe case of writers block and I can't seem to spell for a toffee (And have also hit 100 views, YAY!). I've decided we need some nommy nom hotness picture time (: So this post is going to be pictures of the sexy male side of the Twilight cast. And mainly the Cullens I think... (and yes, nommy nom Kellan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373873379524522898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPVXd58s5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/LtbY25Bta5A/s320/kellan-lutz-sexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPVFsNS6LI/AAAAAAAAAL4/e2FqizRHjkQ/s1600-h/pfach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373873074126121138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPVFsNS6LI/AAAAAAAAAL4/e2FqizRHjkQ/s320/pfach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373872893372294674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPU7K2OZhI/AAAAAAAAALw/KLueRRtjW1c/s320/kellan-lutz-shirtless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPU1VO5AmI/AAAAAAAAALo/sLYKBOsdAXo/s1600-h/taylor_lautner_0_0_0x0_407x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373872793080889954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPU1VO5AmI/AAAAAAAAALo/sLYKBOsdAXo/s320/taylor_lautner_0_0_0x0_407x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPUlS6KdWI/AAAAAAAAALg/sQC71iCmw4o/s1600-h/KellanEatingBiscuit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373872517579175266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPUlS6KdWI/AAAAAAAAALg/sQC71iCmw4o/s320/KellanEatingBiscuit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373872426729416082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPUgAd5JZI/AAAAAAAAALY/-YswZlwxcjA/s320/jackson_rathbone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373871955441438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPUEkyFT4I/AAAAAAAAALA/Whj3cRNWXXo/s320/asdfasdf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPT-ERlgEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4gXtIax7rdU/s1600-h/90210-kellan-lutz-shirtless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373871843635986498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPT-ERlgEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4gXtIax7rdU/s320/90210-kellan-lutz-shirtless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373871741454171890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPT4HnivvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yh8wndr8o6M/s320/UberCute.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373872112258033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPUNs-Ep-I/AAAAAAAAALI/hA2yIB1Quhc/s320/robp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373872317365357266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPUZpDeCtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aTFPA-qaQ_0/s320/Taylor_lautner_twilight_300x400_evil_smile_red_carpet_WENN_040309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-293563261893353810?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/293563261893353810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=293563261893353810&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/293563261893353810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/293563261893353810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/nummy-num-time.html' title='Sexy Twistars just for you (:'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpPVXd58s5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/LtbY25Bta5A/s72-c/kellan-lutz-sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7236467532894358370</id><published>2009-08-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:30:04.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh!!!</title><content type='html'>So, TG and I went job hunting today. Shock, shock, horror. I know. It's all in the name of Twilight (And Kellan Lutz of course). I'd probably sell my right liver if it would get me 2 gold tickets to Twitour in Birmingham next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fund raising all started yesterday, with a car boot sale. And will continue for aaaages. Well, until we've earned enough money that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, while job hunting, we went into HMV and I almost collapsed. As I stepped through the door, there was RPattz's face to greet me. After asking if they were looking for people and trying to force our CV's onto them, to no luck I might add, it's all done online bleh, we decided to go for a look around the shop. I almost collapsed again. THEY HAD MINI-E! God knows I've been looking for that little sucker all over (No pun intended hehe) and not found a trace of him. Till then. Something told me to go look and when I did I was rewarded. So, in true Twihard/Twitard fashion, TG and I set about taking Mini-E, and his box, (we didn't have money to buy him ): ) all around the shop and snapping pictures of him. That was AFTER we caught him that is. And trust me, it was hard to catch him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606506341132962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLipZ0w6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s6Gb1JpzO3o/s320/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He hid behind Guns&amp;amp;Roses tees before we found him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614241443819474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLprpU9L9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IVj72h2qUYc/s320/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We then found him mocking Harry Potter. Even in his plastic box we could hear him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606978921352770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLjE6UqzkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V47POJulEsU/s320/DSC02478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And after the mocking. He decided to pull apart the computer. He insists it was like that when he got there... But we all know different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We decided to prise ourselves away from this plastic man god and comtinue the job hunt. I swear I heard him call after us, but we had to hurry off. We'll be back Mini-E, we promise with all our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After HMV, we then went onto Waterstone's. We nearly screamed as we entered for the simple fact they had Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse but no Breaking Dawn. I thought it was because off this stupid ass copyright thing, but we turned around and there it was. With the other 3 books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLlY-rzn9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/PFGzrZqzHUI/s1600-h/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609522712780754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLlY-rzn9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/PFGzrZqzHUI/s320/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLlhSf6ThI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r57Dyi67s3A/s1600-h/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609665470549522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLlhSf6ThI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r57Dyi67s3A/s320/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After our day &lt;strike&gt;Twi-hunting&lt;/strike&gt; Job hunting, we decided that another car boot is essential. And we both crossed our fingers and everything else that we would be able to get enough cash together to go see the gorgeous man hunk that is Kellan Lutz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613589394103138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLpFsQMG2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hegsasjXa0I/s320/0601_kellan_lutz_053109_limelight_exc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot and damn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7236467532894358370?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7236467532894358370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7236467532894358370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7236467532894358370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7236467532894358370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh my gosh!!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpLipZ0w6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s6Gb1JpzO3o/s72-c/DSC02474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-4380632802449897038</id><published>2009-08-23T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:03:42.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sleepy right now it's stupid. But it's all in the name of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been up since 5am (10 hours) and it's all so I can go see Kellan Lutz and Chaske Spencer at Twitour in Birmingham next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373154564163188130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpFHm6A3NaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z0ky0MZi3_E/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpFH6zmgwTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z_n-pOmxA1M/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373154906039435570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpFH6zmgwTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/z_n-pOmxA1M/s320/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373154687042133026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpFHuDxfHCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PGhErFIOGC8/s320/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is all the &lt;strike&gt;crap&lt;/strike&gt; that we were selling. There's alot more in the boxes under the tables too :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had many good points to the day. The first being the fact that when we pressed the bouncing tigger and, after nearly falling off the table, a girl saw him and instantly wanted him. He was sold =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll save you all that and just skip right to the end, and the second best thing that happened. After beginning to take down the gazebo (we thought it might rain) we unhooked the material and the wind started up instantly, blowing the cover off the gazebo and onto me. It was funny for the simple fact it landed so my head was directly in the middle of the material &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we packed everything up (it looked like we hadn't sold a thing!) I began counting up the money. We'd earned £97.10! And the fact that we still came home with stuff means that we can go again next week and sell, sell, sell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting that much closer towards getting the tickets to go to Twitour =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me and TG luck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-4380632802449897038?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4380632802449897038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=4380632802449897038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4380632802449897038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4380632802449897038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/yawn.html' title='*Yawn*'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SpFHm6A3NaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z0ky0MZi3_E/s72-c/DSC02458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-5025815849748047480</id><published>2009-08-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:29:08.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 9 - Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9 – Dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the back of the toilet, my feet on the closed lid and my head buried into my hands. That had to be the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the bathroom door open and I was thankful that this restroom had more than three stalls. I needed time to think of a way to leave this restaurant without them spotting me. That was going to be very hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SAMMIE! You alright?” I looked up to see Rachel hanging over the top of the divider and watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, so embarrassed. It was one of those, I-hope-the-floor-opens-up-and-swallows-me moments.” I looked up at her and stood up, opening the door as I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze as I pulled open the door and saw Ashley, Elizabeth and Nikki standing there looking at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay, Sammie?” Elizabeth smiled slightly at me and came to my side “We should clean off that soup before it dries”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded a little and let her lead me towards the sink while Ashley and Nikki grabbed paper towels and began to dab at the mess on my skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, I feel really stupid because of all that” I sighed a little and looked at myself in the mirror before looking at Ashley and Nikki who were washing little bits of my skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel began to dab at my back with a paper towel “It’s not your fault, the waiter knocked ice tea down your back. He’s apologised and he’s been suspended for the night. Jackson gave him an ear full” she grinned and looked at me. Her eyes questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh, I wondered what had touched my back. I just knew it was cold. I should really go though” I took the paper towels off Nikki and Ashley “Thanks for that guys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four looked at me and frowned deeply “You can’t go; we’ve only just started eating. Look, you come with me and Ash and we’ll go grab some clothes from a shop round the corner and then come back” Nikki held onto my arm and began to pull me towards the bathroom exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhm, I don’t know. Thanks but, I don’t think I’d be able to face them again after that.” I looked down at the floor as Ashley linked with my other arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll go sit back down and keep the boys entertained. Come on, Rachel” Elizabeth took Rachel’s arm and pulled her out of the bathroom and towards the table as Nikki, Ashley and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We literally ran past the other tables and out of the front doors, while Elizabeth kept the others distracted so they didn’t notice our departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got outside, Nikki and Ashley grinned and dragged me around the corner towards a brightly lit clothes shop. I think my jaw hit the ground when I saw the prices of the clothes in the window. This was too expensive; I’d never be able to pay them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nikki, Ashley, this stuff is just too expensive” I said as I looked around the store, my fingers brushing across a soft dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be stupid, this is nothing. I mean, twenty dollars for a top is not bad at all” Ashley smiled at me while picking up different garments and holding them at me before shaking her head and putting them back in their rightful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki squealed and pulled out a gorgeous dress that was soft purple in colour “This is perfect! And the style is almost the same as the one you have on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley ginned and nodded before taking my hand and pulling me behind Nikki and towards the tills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eighty dollars on a dress! You two are mad, that’s a lot of money to spend!” I tried to talk them out of buying the dress to no avail. This was crazy; Rach and I could buy a load of food for the flat with that amount of money. And here they were, blowing it on a dress for someone they’d just met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen Sammie, Jackson likes you, so we like you. So, if we want to spoil you and Rach, we will. And stop pouting, it doesn’t suit you” Ashley thrust the bag into my arms and pointed to the dressing rooms “Go change, boys can only be entertained for so long you know”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I muttered under my breath and made my way to the changing rooms. I pulled the ruined dress over my head and slipped the new one on. It was nearly the same cut as the other, this one fitted better though. I suppose that’s why it always costs more for better quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the changing room, the ruined dress stuffed into the bag and smiled as I walked towards them “Let’s go eat” I said as I moved to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them nodded at me and grinned before following me outside the shop and back towards the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dada duuuum hahaha! I’ll put up more once I’ve got around to writing them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-5025815849748047480?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5025815849748047480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=5025815849748047480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/5025815849748047480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/5025815849748047480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-9-dress.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 9 - Dress'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1881883106227932561</id><published>2009-08-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:17:21.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block...</title><content type='html'>Absoloutly, without a doubt, fucking SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, this is going to be one of those ranty posts where I bitch about near everything just for the fact that I can, and it's my blog. (But of course, I do love you guys. So, I'll be putting something at the end of this so you don't feel cheated by my whining about everything.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm sat at the laptop, headphones in and various medicines surrounding me (because god knows I need to be kept sedated right now or I'll kill someone) and trying to write more on my story. But, unfortunatly, my brain has decided to turn to mush and my immune system has decided to piss me off in the only way it knows how. I have the worse cough I've ever had in my life, and it's not one of those little coughs, it's the kind of cough that takes away the lining of your throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, I don't mind being ill, I put up with it and get on as normal (I say normal, other people say pissy) I get whatever needs doing, done, and then crash out for a few hours before carrying on with everything else. I was the same when I was ill in college, I'd sit in the hallway with my friends and sleep through my lunch just to keep me going. But this cough is EVIL! My ribs hurt because of it, I'm starting to get a headache and my throat feels like someone's dragging sandpaper around in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so frustrated that I can't think, I wanna scream. Problem. If I scream, my throat hurts. So I can't scream, which makes me want to scream even more. Mum's fixed that problem with giving me anti-drowsy flu capsules (which lie, because I am drowsy). Just my luck, I have the flu in SUMMER! and not only that, if my cough hasn't fucked off by next month, I may not be able to go to the Twilight convention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to ease my pain (and yours, because I'm rambling like a bitch) Here's some sexy RPattz right here for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies. Ooh and if you want a special piccy that I've done for other people, lemme know and I'll do you a special edited pic of anyone you want =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474494270481762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/So7dFoPWpWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/msW892nvmC0/s320/robp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/So7kGI9WNxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ct9C7gmSp10/s1600-h/gq_outtake1_jpg_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372482199634720530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/So7kGI9WNxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ct9C7gmSp10/s320/gq_outtake1_jpg_595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/So7kg2xYQFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/N9cHi17tmt8/s1600-h/inglorious_044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372482658609152082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/So7kg2xYQFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/N9cHi17tmt8/s320/inglorious_044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1881883106227932561?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1881883106227932561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1881883106227932561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1881883106227932561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1881883106227932561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block...'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/So7dFoPWpWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/msW892nvmC0/s72-c/robp5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1688065257915095131</id><published>2009-08-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:02:10.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 8 - Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy monkey fudge batman, I better get a-working. Ha, I've only done part of chapter 9. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8 - Dinner&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there in shock, only just acknowledging the fact that I was shaking hands with the cast. Rachel was literally bouncing on the spot and nearly fainted as she caught sight of Robert Pattinson. Okay, so it wasn’t the whole cast. But, The Cullens, Jacob and Bella, it was enough to send my head into a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped out of the daze in time to realise that they were all moving towards a rather large table situated to one side of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sat down slowly, I was seated opposite Peter Facinelli. I’d talked about him a lot with my other Twilight friends. He was such an amazing man off screen as well as on. Hell, he’d even inspired me and a bunch of friends to go out dressed up to fundraise for charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked across at me and smiled “How long have you known Jackson? He normally doesn’t bring people into the spotlight like this”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed a little and coughed before looking down at the napkin on the table “Well, I met him and Rob, this morning at 6am in the hotel bar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chatter stopped and the whole cast turned to look at myself and Jackson before they burst into laughter. I looked at Kellan, Ashley, Taylor, Nikki, Elizabeth, Peter, Rob, Kristen, Rachel then finally to Jackson, wondering what I had said that was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson grinned at me and Kellan nudged me with his elbow before grinning “We always knew they liked a few drinks after a gig. So, what are you doing here in the good ol’ US of A? and did you keep out of the shops like I said?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at him and grinned and before I could speak, Jackson interrupted “Set stalking us of course. Ooh, that and she wanted to tell me that she was madly in love with me. I think I’m leaving something out, not quite sure though” I kicked Jackson lightly in the shin and I heard him chuckle as I turned towards Kellan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We won tickets to see his band play last night. Where he got the madly in love part from, I have no idea. As I remember, it was him who approached me. And I tried, but, Rach is Rach, and I was too tired to argue with her” I grinned up at Kellan as he laughed began to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor frowned a little and looked at Kellan “Have you met these two before, too Kellan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan grinned over my shoulder at Rachel and nodded “Yeah, Rachel fainted on me in the lobby this morning. Lucky I was there, otherwise she would have hit her head when she did”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at Rachel as she slowly began to turn beetroot red then I looked over at Ashley as she jabbed a fork towards Kellan “If it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have fainted. So it’s bad luck you were there, macho boy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed and I looked around the table slowly. This was so surreal. It honestly couldn’t be true. I was going to wake up soon, but I wouldn’t be disappointed, it would be the best dream I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson jabbed me in the side and grinned “What you eating? Or aren’t you eating? If you are, I recommend the steak. It’s really nice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him then at the menu, my eyes bugging out as I saw the names of the food and the prices at the side of them. I leaned towards Jackson and whispered “I can’t let you pay for this. It’s too expensive”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced over at Rachel who was chatting happily to Peter, Rob and Kristen, she’d let him pay. Just like she’d let him pay for the shopping spree before. But, I couldn’t let him spend his money on me. I was just some girl he’d met that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned at me and whispered back “Of course you can. Sammie, I feel like I’ve know you forever. You’re like, my instant best friend. Just don’t tell this lot, they’ll get jealous”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you two whispering about behind those menus?” Nikki was eyeing us up and I giggled at her expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We were making out, do you mind?” Jackson spoke before I could and I nearly choked on a mouth full of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coughed and looked up at him. A wide grin stretched across his face and I just shook my head and looked over to Nikki “Jackson was saying that I was like instant best friend. You know, like those things you stick in the water and they grow to three times the size so you have instant buddy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned at Nikki as she and the others who were listening laughed. I stuck my tongue out at Jackson and grinned back at him. This was s much fun, and I hadn’t made a fool of myself, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter’s came around with our starters that had been sorted for us as we walked through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d chosen the chicken soup, and it actually looked pretty good. Rachel went for the nachos as always. That girl couldn’t go to a restaurant without having her nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat slowly eating my soup and smiling at the conversations going on around us. Kellan was talking to Ashley, Taylor and Peter, trying to convince them to go to a Twilight tour in England with him, Elizabeth and Nikki where talking about upcoming film’s that they were hoping to land and Jackson, Rachel, Rob and Kristen we all chatting about where would be a good place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeaked as something cold hit my back which made me jump, causing the bowl of soup on the table to be knocked by my hands and land straight in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh crap! It was hot! I jumped up from my seat instantly, sending it flying backwards into another waiter, causing his tray of food and him to fly across the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh hell. I knew something like this would happen “Uhm, I’ll be right back.” With that I grabbed my bag and sprinted to the toilets before locking myself into a cubicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I’d just embarrassed myself in front of some of the most popular people in the world. How would I ever live this down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Sammie.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to start putting up a chapter every few days instead of every day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I am, depends if I have the chapters ready or not lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1688065257915095131?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1688065257915095131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1688065257915095131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1688065257915095131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1688065257915095131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-8-dinner.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 8 - Dinner'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-164049155103888208</id><published>2009-08-20T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:53:18.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 7 - Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 – Surprise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just two more minutes, PLEASE!” God, Rachel could be a pain in the ass when she wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s nearly 7pm. You have to get out of the bathroom if we’re going to make the late night shopping!” she was pacing up and down in front of the bathroom door. I could see the shadows of her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a huge yawn and glared towards the door “Let me at least brush my hair will you? I’m not going out with a bird’s nest on my head”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She huffed a little and went to sit on the bed as I scraped my hair into a messy bun and put on a small amount of mascara. I looked over my face slowly and sighed, at least I didn’t have bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep. That was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself reluctantly out of the bathroom and stared at Rachel. She’d put on a new outfit that we’d bought earlier on in the day and made herself look stunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rach, what’s with the…” I waved a hand at her outfit and frowned “what’s with the clothes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned and get to her feet, launching my bag at me as she did so “I thought I’d break the clothes in now. And it doesn’t hurt to look good you know”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frowned at her as my bag hit me square in the chest and then sighed “Fine. But we’re spending no more then 3 hours out there. Don’t forget we have to be up early tomorrow. After all, we have to get dolled up and then go meet the cast” I rolled my eyes at her and then headed to the door. Tonight was going to be long. I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pushed past all the people crowed around the entrance. It was so stupid. Okay, I knew that they were famous. And I’d probably have acted the same way if I hadn’t met Jackson this morning. But being on the other side of it, it was just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath as we finally made it out into the street. My fingers were still tightly holding onto my bag. There was no way in hell I was letting it out my sight, especially now that I had Jackson’s credit card in there. And I knew Rachel was fine because her fingers were still locked in place around my shirt at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can let go now, you’re not going to get swallowed up by the crazy fans” I looked over my shoulder at her, smiling slightly until I saw her face. She was staring intently at something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head back around to follow her gaze to a car that had pulled up by the side of the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson stuck his head out the door and grinned at me before pulling his head back inside the car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on!” My heart began to pound as I grinned and grabbed hold of Rachel’s arm hard before dragging her towards the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoved her inside and climbed in after her, shutting the door behind me before looking around the inside of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson sat there grinning at me and I couldn’t help but smile back, my heart slowly begging to settle after the adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi. This was unexpected” I grinned at him, watching Rachel as I spoke. Her face was frozen with a combination of shock and awe. It was actually quite funny to look at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I was going to come inside and ask if you two wanted to join us for dinner. But with all the press, it would have been hard to get in and out” He looked at Rachel and suppressed a smile, the corner of his lips twitching slightly as he did so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OW! Oh, my, GOD! This is not happening. It’s not real. It can’t be real. Oh my god, you’re Jackson Rathbone” Rachel snapped out of the shock after a sly pinch from me on her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke out into a hue grin and nodded “The one and only. I take it you’re Rachel. Sammie has told me a lot about you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, Rachel smiled back at him then hugged him suddenly, to my immense embarrassment “Rach, quit it. He doesn’t need you throwing yourself at him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me then released him, her cheeks going red as she realised what she had done. “Sorry” was all she could mumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson looked at me and smiled “So, I was thinking, you can meet the cast tomorrow as well. But you said about not having much money, so I thought I’d treat you two to having dinner with myself and the rest of the Cullen clan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to space out then. We were going to meet the rest of the cast tonight, not tomorrow afternoon. Oh god, this was surreal it wasn’t happening. But, it was happening. To me, of all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s real kind of you. Where are we going then?” I smiled at him as my heart kicked up a notch, I was going to meet the others. Then why did it suddenly feel like I was going home to meet the parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come next time =D&lt;br /&gt;Bet you didn’t see that coming (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-164049155103888208?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/164049155103888208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=164049155103888208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/164049155103888208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/164049155103888208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/any-characters-in-this-story-that-link.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 7 - Surprise'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-749935570022018533</id><published>2009-08-18T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:51:08.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing luck: Chapter 6 - Reinging in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoswVNI2MwI/AAAAAAAAAII/46lPZwG6QbI/s1600-h/my+story+on....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371440121431601922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoswVNI2MwI/AAAAAAAAAII/46lPZwG6QbI/s320/my+story+on....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6 – Reining in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel snapped out of it just as we rounded the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if that girl could squeal any louder she would have broken the glass in the shop windows. I had to cover my ears and nearly everyone in the street had turned to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was chaotic. I explained to her about Jackson leaving the card and that we were to spend only what was necessary on a few bits of clothing that looked good and was cheap. She, of course, was dead set against buying cheap clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rachel, look at the price tag, if it’s over 6 bucks you can’t have it!” I gave her a stern look and narrowed my eyes as she grabbed a leather jacket and held it up to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed and hung it back up on the rack. It wasn’t our money, and I’d make damn sure she wouldn’t go crazy on the spending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down a street, lined with shops and I stopped dead as I looked into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, he wasn’t wrong about the shop being filled to the rafters with Twilight merchandise.” I moved carefully inside the shop, Rachel was clinging to my arm, her nails digging in slightly. After the treat to her before, I knew she wouldn’t squeal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow. Wow, wow, WOW! Oh, my, god” she dug her nails in harder and I winced a little. It was better than her shattering my ear drum with her high pitched squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rach, let go of my arm before you draw blood. And don’t go nuts! Please!” I sighed with relief as she released my arm then groaned internally. She ran off into the shop as soon as she let go of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Kellan was right. I should have avoided this shop at all costs. She was going to go crazy with all the merchandise in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d grabbed two of everything we didn’t have back home, Including two Mini Edward Cullen’s, two sets of Edward and Bella dolls and two life-sized Edward Cullen cut outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up. I needed my sleep and arguing with her wasn’t going to help me get back to the hotel any quicker. She paid with the card and piled as many bags as she could onto my arms. I must have looked like a pack horse with all the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hoped Jackson didn’t throttle me and decide to change his mind when we met him tomorrow. Rachel was sure doing her best to try and put a dint in his bank account after I’d thrown in the towel trying to rein her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rachel, pleaseeeeee, I need my sleep. We need to start heading back to the hotel” I watched her flitting about the street, humming to herself about whether we should go into this shop next or the next one along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She signed and turned to me “Fine, we’ll go dump the bags off and you can have a few hours sleep. We can always go shopping later on and I’m starting to get a bit peckish now I come to think about it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned internally and thanked god that we were heading back and I’d be able to sleep and give my arms a rest from carrying bags upon bags of useless junk and clothes. I didn’t care that we’d be shopping later. At least I’d be able to shut down the part of my brain that cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart thudded to a stop as Rachel froze on the corner. Ooh no, who had she seen now? Was the whole cast there or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself to the corner and sighed with relief. It was just the sheer amount of paparazzi outside the entrance that had caused her to freeze; at least we would be able to break through them without any worry. We were just two normal people who were staying in the hotel after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, I don’t care if we have to elbow them to get through. We’re English after all and I need my damn sleep!” It was my turn to yank her down the street towards the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast probably wouldn’t be there anyway. It was only 1pm and I’m sure they’d have a busy day today. I didn’t understand all the stuff that went with being an actor, but they’d probably be filming some scenes of sorts, or sorting out make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew. All I knew was that I wanted to get through them and get to the room. I needed sleep and if I didn’t get it soon I was going to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached the hotel I pushed the bags up onto my arms and stuck my elbows out “Out the way, paying guest coming through. Move it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a few people who weren’t fast enough to move out the way in time for Rachel and I, as we barrelled through them. Luckily enough, we broke through the crowd of cameras and into the empty foyer. Thank god the hotel staff where doing their job. I couldn’t have standed trying to get through more people to get to the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember is collapsing onto my bed, Rachel’s muffled voice as she ordered room service. Then nothing as I fell into a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come next time =D&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is mean to Sammie don’t you think. Well, she got her sleep in the end :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-749935570022018533?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/749935570022018533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=749935570022018533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/749935570022018533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/749935570022018533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-6-reinging-in.html' title='Changing luck: Chapter 6 - Reinging in'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoswVNI2MwI/AAAAAAAAAII/46lPZwG6QbI/s72-c/my+story+on....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3050050060369376039</id><published>2009-08-18T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:24:36.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth and Leah announced</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I don't care if every other site is blogging about this. I had to post the fact that Julia Jones and BooBoo Stewart have been named as Seth and Leah. I literally squeed when I saw that BooBoo will be playing Seth because that's the way I pictured him in the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah on the other hand. I imagined her differently, but now I've seen the picture of Julia, I've completely changed my mind on how I see her. I'm just so freeking happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371424637651654386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SosiP7kCFvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zunh8GQro0w/s320/Seth%26%26Leah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Literally  Squeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know that alot of people will not agree with me on the fact I think they are perfect, but ooh well. Everyone has their own version of Leah and Seth, and these two are mine. Summit finally got something right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I honestly cannot wait for the Jasper scene's in Eclipse. I must say, that I LOVED reading about his past. Eclipse better live up to the books standard because I think that alot of people, myself included, absoloutly love that book. I'm not sure why it is, but I've read Eclipse more than the other three books. Seriously, my Eclipse book looks battered I've read it that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooh, and I may or may not put Chapter 6 of Changing Luck up. Not too sure. You got two chapters yesterday after all lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I may do. So keep watching this space :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3050050060369376039?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3050050060369376039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3050050060369376039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3050050060369376039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3050050060369376039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/seth-and-leah-announced.html' title='Seth and Leah announced'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SosiP7kCFvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zunh8GQro0w/s72-c/Seth%26%26Leah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3564814818585400090</id><published>2009-08-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:40:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 5 - Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SomyAamIzRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YoeJ33rKoBw/s1600-h/my+story+on....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371019750825053458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SomyAamIzRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YoeJ33rKoBw/s320/my+story+on....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put up because the other chapter was crappy and in this chapter we meet a new person =D&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 - Package &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel literally danced around me as I dragged my feet towards the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not a word of this to anyone, you hear me?” I could deal with getting dragged around the shops but if the paparazzi got wind of the fact that Jackson Rathbone was paying for us to go see the rest of the cast, I don’t know what they’d do, but I could guarantee that we would be the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just nodded as she continued to bounce around me. Her eyes were huge as she grabbed my arm and yanked me faster towards the desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a heavy sigh and leant on the desk to support myself “Calm down, Rachel. You know my luck. We could be waiting here for up to an hour before…” I trailed off and gawked as the receptionist moved towards me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couldn’t be happening. Normally, I’d have to wait hours for anyone to show up. Even in restaurants it was the same. I remembered one time, Rachel and I had gone to a fancy restaurant and it had taken two hours for our order to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose my luck was changing. I mean, I’d won tickets to come to L.A. I’d met Jackson Rathbone and Robert Pattinson and I hadn’t made a fool out of myself in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m collecting a package left for room 100” I smiled warmly at the receptionist as she moved in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and scurried off to grab the package. I let out a soft sigh, this would be were it took forever to get it. I looked around for Rachel, she’d been far to quiet for far too long. My eyes froze as I spotted her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was frozen in spot, in the middle of the foyer. Her eyes trained on something. Ooh no, who’d she seen? Oh god, this was going to be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard the most god awful squeal coming from Rachel as my eyes fixed on Kellan Lutz. Crap, the whole cast must be staying here then. He’d turned to face Rachel when she’d squealed then looked at me. I smiled apologetically at him and turned towards Rachel, I was ready to slap her after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OW!” As I turned, Rachel barrelled into me, knocking me backwards into the desk “Rachel!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to bounce, not even realising I’d spoken she took my hands and spoke faster than I’d ever heard her “it’s Kellan Lutz! He plays Emmett! Will we get to meet him too!? Will we Sammie?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Breath, dammit. Rachel calm the hell down, please.” I tried to pry her fingers from my top without success, her hands were balled around two clumps of my t-shirt “We probably will get to meet him, if you don’t scare him the hell off with that noise!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shut her up, her fingers still stayed locked in place on my t-shirt as she watched Kellan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face him and smiled apologetically again, he looked like he was suppressing laughter; his face was distorted slightly as he grinned down at the desk top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pry her fingers off my t-shirt, luckily she hadn’t stretched it. And turned back towards were the receptionist should be stood. I jumped a little as she was stood there, her eyes slightly conflicted. Like she wanted to interrupt me but didn’t dare do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh, is that the package?” I took it from her as she held it out to me. A small smile crossing her lips before she ran back behind the door to the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the package over in my hands and laughed a little, it was like a package from a gangster film. The ones where it looked like it should be stuffed full of cash. I half expected that when I pulled open the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy hell fire. There were tickets inside and when I pulled them out I froze. Two tickets to Twi-con this weekend, two tickets to another gig tomorrow night and tickets to the premier of Eclipse which was next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a soft sigh; we wouldn’t be able to go to Twi-con this weekend, much less the premier next week. We were only here until this Friday. I stared down into the envelope and froze in place. Money? Why was there money in there? Ooh and there was a note too. I pushed the other tickets back into the envelope and pulled out the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Get the hotel to call the airport for you. And get the airline you’re with to rearrange your departure date for two weeks this Friday. If they want money for it, there’s a card in the bottom of the envelope, pay with that. If they want a number to call, my number is at the bottom of this letter. Oh, and get Rachel and yourself something nice too. I’ll see you tomorrow at twelve’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the card and stared at it. Holy crap, why was he doing this? Sure, it felt like we’d known each other forever, but the fact was that I’d known him only a bit longer than two hours. This was surreal. So surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stared at the card and nearly passed out. Luckily for her, Kellan was walking past and caught her on her way down. Ooh crap. She was going to be so embarrassed and she wouldn’t shut up about this. I knew it&lt;br /&gt;Kellan grinned down at Rachel as I jabbed her hard in the side “Rach, I swear if you don’t snap out of right now, I’m going to book it so we go home tomorrow!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes fluttered open and she went wide eyed as she stared up at Kellan. “I, what, hi” was all she managed to get out as her eyes grew wider. If her eyes got any bigger they’d pop out of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned at helped her to her feet “Hey, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to make you faint”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and smiled “It’s not the first time. She fainted the first time I got her a Twilight poster. I was this close to slapping her” I pushed my thumb and forefinger a centimetre apart and grinned a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stammered a little and fell into my side “Thanks for catching her, I don’t think we have time for a trip to the hospital today” I tightened my arm around her waist and glared at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellan just laughed and waved his hand a little “Natural born knight in shining armour. That’s me. Ooh, and avoid the block around the corner, there’s a shop stocked to the rafters with Twilight merchandise”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and gave him a small wave as I dragged Rachel towards the doors, stuffing the package into my bag as I did so. “Thanks for the heads up. Like I said, we don’t have enough time to make a trip to the hospital”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a loud laugh as I pulled Rachel through the door. She better hurry up and regain her senses soon. I didn’t want to have to cart her around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon =D&lt;br /&gt;And I would have swooned if I saw Kellan Lutz. Hell I’d probably pass out if I saw any of the twilight cast in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me.... I'm going to see Kellan next month. Better pack up some smelling salts...&lt;br /&gt;TG! GET THE DAMN SALTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3564814818585400090?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3564814818585400090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3564814818585400090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3564814818585400090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3564814818585400090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-5-package.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 5 - Package'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SomyAamIzRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YoeJ33rKoBw/s72-c/my+story+on....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-9107280165593261212</id><published>2009-08-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:20:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 4 - Breaking the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SomtTmLYEEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iDjCNZ-tPd4/s1600-h/my+story+on....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371014582793408578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SomtTmLYEEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iDjCNZ-tPd4/s320/my+story+on....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also decided (4 chapters in) to start naming them lol. They're crummy, but ooh well :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 – Breaking the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, waiting for the lifts when it hit me. I’d just met Jackson Rathbone and Robert Pattinson. I’d talked to Jackson like he was a life long friend. We talked about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I wasn’t going to sleep now. And I highly doubt Rachel would believe me. I stepped reluctantly into the lift and sighed a little. I wonder if Rachel was up yet, and if she was, why hadn’t she come looking for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh hell, if she was awake she’d be waiting for me and she’d be like a bat out of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the lift and headed to the door, I half expected it to be open with her sat in the dark like a bond villain. There went my imagination again. I took a deep breath and sighed softly before I put the key into the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have screamed, I sure as hell knew I jumped about ten foot in the air. Just as I put my key into lock, Rachel yanked the door open and glared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Reception just called. I thought they were phoning to say they’d found you dead in the pool you know!? Where the hell did you go?” she stood there, glaring at me and tapping her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed past her and into the room before collapsing onto the bed, I yawned loudly and turned to face her “What did they say when they called?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to tap her foot, her arms folded across her chest. I forgot she jumped to every conclusion and not even come close to the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They said a package was left at the desk for you. They said it was for ‘Sammie’” She made a noise through her nose and sat on the edge of the bed “Who you been talking to at the gig that would leave a package for you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future best friend, that’s who, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway. So what does it matter Rach? I’m real tired. Let me sleep”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snorted again and jabbed me in the ribs “Sammie tell me. Please, please, please tell me. You know you want to.” She looked down at me and pouted a little, trying her puppy dog look on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine” I said as I batted her hand away from my rib cage “Just go sit on your own bed before I tell you. I don’t want you collapsing on top of me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned and sat in the middle of her bed cross legged and waiting for me. She looked like a kid at Christmas. Then I thought to myself, this would probably the best present she ever got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well” I said as I looked at her “You remember the band we went to see?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes and nodded “Of course I do Sammie! Just tell me, please!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawned and stretched out on the bed “It wasn’t someone I talked to at the gig. It was after when I went downstairs so I didn’t disturb you. His name was Jackson something” I waved my hand lazily and tried hard not to smile as I saw her eyes bug out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What was his surname!? Ooh, Sammie, tell me!” She was literally jumping on her bed with excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh that’s right. It was Jackson Rathbone, now I remember. He’s probably who left me a package”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly covered my ears as she screamed and bounced across onto my bed. Her face more animated then I’d ever seen it in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You met Jackson Rathbone! Seriously!? You met him!?” she bounced on the edge of my bed and continued to squeal with excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cut the squeeing, Rach. You’ll need your voice for tomorrow and I’ll need my hearing in tact thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared down at me and frowned in confusion “Why? What’s happening tomorrow?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawned lazily “Get off me and I’ll tell you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly moved off me and paced up and down the length of the room, frowning as she tried to think what could be happening tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out another lazy yawn “You’ll need your voice because you’re going to be meeting the rest of the twilight cast tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had less than a second to react before I got hit in the face with my bag. I moved my bag and glared at her then groaned. Ooh no, she had that look, dammit. I should have told her after I got some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rachel, no, I’m too tired. We can do it later this afternoon. Just let me get some sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hell no, we need nails doing, and we need to pick out new outfits. I’m not meeting the cast in the scruff I brought with me” she pushed her hands on her hips and glared at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaved myself off the bed and sighed heavily “Fine, we’ll go shopping, but I’m grabbing the package from the front desk while we’re there”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned at me and yanked my arm before physically pushing me towards the lift as I stifled a yawn. Today was going to be long, very long. Now that Rachel had a list of what needed doing in her head. There was no stopping her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon =D&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure we all have friends that are like Rachel here :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-9107280165593261212?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9107280165593261212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=9107280165593261212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9107280165593261212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9107280165593261212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-4-breaking-news.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 4 - Breaking the news'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SomtTmLYEEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iDjCNZ-tPd4/s72-c/my+story+on....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-4736177216767574476</id><published>2009-08-17T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:52:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Kellan. We're coming.</title><content type='html'>So, I was randomly chatting to TG and looking through the internet when I came across the fact that there was a Twitour in Birmingham next month. I mistakenly (Not really a mistake) showed this website to her which instantly went from me being "Ooh, I want to go but don't have enough money" to me finding anything and everything that wasn't bolted down to be sold at a car boot sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370930719365275394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SolhCGkAHwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bAPsb7Mclzs/s320/182819_e55c30bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We'll be the ones in the middle yelling for people to come buy stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TG and I are as bad as each other. I know that she would have said we have to go no matter what, and I knew she'd think or a way for us to go. Even though we are strapped for cash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I swear we're as bad as each other. The car boot sale isn't tell this Sunday (In warrington, if ya'll can go. GO!) but we're both already collecting as much &lt;strike&gt;junk&lt;/strike&gt; valuables as we can. Which then leads to us bugging, badgering and nagging the fuck out of anyone within a ten metre radius for things we can sell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm even going to sell some of my porcelain dolls just to go see Kellan and Chaske. And people who know me know that when it comes to my dolls, I don't want to part with them for anything. But none of them will be going for less than £10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But, not only are we selling &lt;strike&gt;shite&lt;/strike&gt; fine quality products to go see Kellan. We're also saving up the money left over to go see Bitten. Which is a True Blood tour!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to say I haven't slept at all these past two days. And the hype has still not worn off. This could not get any better =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If anyone has any hint as to what else we can do to raise money, sort of selling off body parts, then I welcome the idea's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-4736177216767574476?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4736177216767574476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=4736177216767574476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4736177216767574476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4736177216767574476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-out-kellan-were-coming.html' title='Watch out Kellan. We&apos;re coming.'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SolhCGkAHwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bAPsb7Mclzs/s72-c/182819_e55c30bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7119429955244494950</id><published>2009-08-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:02:33.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing luck: Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sog7gjnb7eI/AAAAAAAAAHY/331abef4ywM/s1600-h/my+story+on....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370607986141818338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sog7gjnb7eI/AAAAAAAAAHY/331abef4ywM/s320/my+story+on....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back to Jackson and grinned “Just me and you it looks like”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned back at me and nodded “Yeah, it looks like it. So, you want to meet the rest of the cast then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart froze in my chest as I looked at him. I could tell my face showed just how shocked I was. I managed to compose myself again and get my heart started. “I, uhm, wow. I’d love to, but you see, Rachel and I have the most basic funds you can live off with us. I don’t think it would be possible to get there. Sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank into my stomach because I really wanted to meet the rest of the cast. If only I’d thought to bring more money. If I’d only thought to save more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson just nodded and sighed a little “That changes things then doesn’t it” My heart plummeted deeper. He wouldn’t be interested in some poor, little English girl. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to lend you cab fare then so you can get up to the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there stunned. He wasn’t shallow in the slightest. Without thinking I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. He laughed and hugged me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes went wide as I realised what I was doing. I quickly unwrapped my arms from around him and laughed nervously “Sorry about that, it just took me by surprise. But as much as I would love to accept, I have to decline” Rachel was going to kill me for this. Well Rachel didn’t have to know, did she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pouted a little and frowned. He looked like a god even when he pulled a face like that; he looked like he was deep in thought as I watched his face, his eyes watched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right then” His voice suddenly breaking the silence made me jump and I flushed a little bit from embarrassment “I’ll have a cab pick you up at twelve tomorrow, and no argument, or I’ll tell your friend”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help but smile at his impish grin. He didn’t know our room number and I couldn’t be the only Samantha in the building. So he was joking with me. It seemed so natural. Like I’d known him for ages and this was how he’d always been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, I give in. Just don’t tell Rachel. You don’t have to live with her” I faked a shudder and smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, I promise not to tell Rachel. What’s your room number? I’ll have them call you when the cab’s arrived” He was still smiling at me; he seemed so at ease talking to me. I wondered if this was the first time he’d offered to pay for a person he’d met half an hour ago to come meet the rest of the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My room number is…” I paused and burst out laughing, my face going a little red as I looked at him “My room number is one hundred”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and then laughed as it sunk in “It was fate! The tickets, the room number, bumping to you in the bar” he continued to smile at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cheek muscles must be hurting from smiling. But I was smiling just as much and I felt just fine “Yeah, it must have been. Either that or just a real big coincidence. Hey, you didn’t secretly plan all this, did you?” I eyed him with fake suspicion, my smile firmly in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held up his hands and sighed in mock defeat “You found me out. I thought it would be harder for you to work out. I must work on my deception skills more”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you have your facial expressions down to a tee. I was truly scared stiff when Jasper was snapping at Emmett and trying to munch on Bella” I prodded his shoulder and glared a little, my smile refusing to budge as I did so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HA! I’m glad I scared someone. Ashley laughed a few times when we did that scene. I tried to be scary, but even when I watched it back, I had to laugh. I looked so strange”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grimaced the way he had in the movie and I mock shuddered and cringed back as I made a cross with my fingers “Eek! Help!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both burst out laughing again and I looked around us. The foyer was beginning to fill slightly and curious eyes watched us as we laughed. But I didn’t care. I was talking to Jackson Rathbone and I was enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, you team Edward or Jacob?” He asked when we’d finally calmed down enough to speak to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, I’m team Jacksper…” I looked away from him and too a far wall, Tracing the pattern on the painting with my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jacksper? What’s… ooh! You mean Jackson and Jasper?” He looked straight at me and grinned wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at him and nodded a little “That’s right. Jasper may be odd but I like him. And you’re a great musician and, although you already know this, you’re hot” I shrugged a little and measured his expression carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, I actually have a fan base? Well Jacksper has a fan base?” he continued to smile at me. Obviously he enjoyed making me say I liked him. Ego boost I’d say, though in the time I’d talked to him I knew it was different than that. He was just teasing me, most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you have a fan base. Do you think girls throw themselves at you for the sheer hell of it? Just you wait until Eclipse has come out. You’ll be in for it then you know” I grinned at him and wagged my finger a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and nodded a little before putting his arms up so he looked like he was going to box with me “Ooh yeah, the girls love a guy who can fight. I mean, look what it did for Rob”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing and punched him softly on the shoulder “Hell yeah, I always thought Rob was cute, but I probably have as many pictures of you on my wall as I do of him.” Probably more, I corrected in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have posters of me? Hmm, that’s interesting.” He rubbed his shoulder and feigned hurt. He sniffled a little as he rubbed at his shoulder “That hurt you know, I could be off work for weeks. Then what would they do without me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hummed a little and rubbed my chin as I looked at him “I’m sure your double can do as good a job as you, probably. No, if he could do better they would have employed him” I glanced at him and grinned a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued talking for what seemed like hours. It was so easy to talk to Jackson, like I didn’t have to watch what I would say in case I offended him or someone around us. It was like I’d known him for a long time, like we’d been childhood friends and knew each other inside and out. He was like my best friend. It was amazing, and strange to have someone who understood me and still wanted me as a friend. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both yawned slightly and laughed at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jinx!” We yelled at the same time and fell about laughing again. It was then I noticed that the foyer was getting fuller and a lot more people were watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson stretched slightly and I watched him, carefully making sure my mouth didn’t pop open as I watched him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unfortunately, it’s time for me to go get my make-up on. God, that makes me sound like a girl.” He looked down at me and smiled before looking at the crowd in the foyer “Plus I think people will be starting rumours if we continue for much longer. Can’t have that can we” he winked at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned up at him and nodded “Nope can’t have that. Wait, what time is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his watch and groaned “It’s 8am. I’m going to be late”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holy crap! Rachel is going to kill me if she’s awake!” I scrambled to my feet and stretched before hugging Jackson again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was nice meeting you Sammie” He said as he hugged me back tightly “I’ll see you tomorrow at twelve noon”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and grinned “It was nice meeting you too Jackson. I’ll see you tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both went our separate ways, him towards the front doors as his body guards joined his sides and me towards the lifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon =D&lt;br /&gt;This chapter was longer because I didn’t have the heart to stop haha. I had too much fun with these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7119429955244494950?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7119429955244494950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7119429955244494950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7119429955244494950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7119429955244494950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-3.html' title='Changing luck: Chapter 3'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sog7gjnb7eI/AAAAAAAAAHY/331abef4ywM/s72-c/my+story+on....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-545956253280550695</id><published>2009-08-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:13:47.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Blink, Blink, Blink.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm watching Twilight. And trying desperatly to count the amount of times KStew binks. It's completely and utterly nuts. I swear all she does is blink :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370542374418337330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sof_1c5jTjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MPptp9pgfrA/s320/262xs8o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard thing about counting was, I kept getting distracted by either blogger, twitter or someone annoying the fuck outta me on msn. (Annoying in the good way if it's TG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as someone rightly said. They would NOT have allowed her on the plane with the cactus. Silly people :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to the blinking. Within the first 4 mins of the film she's blinked 17 times. She double blinks most of the time too. And talking to Jacob... 5 blinks in a row. KStew must have missed alot of the filming due to the fact that she was blinking for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being mean. She probably had a reason to blink alot. I know that contacts hurts like a bitch if you have them in for a while and aren't used to them, that and the fact you do blink alot when getting used to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut, I've found that for some reason, I can't watch Twilight without the commentary over the top of it. I have to admit it does annoy the FUCK outta me in some points. Like when Bella is running away from Jasper and Alice. NO, NO, NO! I wanted the airport scene dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I love Justin, he was not the person I pictured to play Eric. Christian is perfect for Angela as is Anna for Jessica and Mike for Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, My, GOD! I don't think anyone can disagree on this part (well, a few might, just because they'd be arguing with me) Taylor Lautner is the PERFECT Jacob. He's just how I pictured him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling, I apologise. And don't get me wrong. I fucking love Twilight. And yeah, I can watch it without commentary over it, but I have the commentary going through my head all the time. I guess that's what I get for watching it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and is it just me that see's Jackson's hair as dark when he's driving the jeep into the parking lot? I'm not sure if it was just the tint, or the fact they hadn't done his hair yet. Either that or I've just never noticed that his hair isn't peroxide blonde. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Billy Burke is a scene stealer. Which I think is amazing. Look at the hospital scene, he pulls the curtain across and the scene is his =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm gunna put it down before I turn this post into a huge thing and point out all the flaws that it is. They really should remake Twilight now they have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I have to say now is, THANK YOU TWILIGHT! I now have a wall full of pictures, a blog, twitter and countless other things because of you. And I have a half naked picture of Taylor, from the New Moon posters, up on my wall, who some of you may not have noticed, shows a tiny bit of underwear :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I should hopefully have chapter 3 up later on today. People seem to like it, I've had more hits over the past two days since I put it up then I've had since I started my blog. Hehe. Soo, Come back now ya'll :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-545956253280550695?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/545956253280550695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=545956253280550695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/545956253280550695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/545956253280550695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/blink-blink-blink.html' title='Blink, Blink, Blink.'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sof_1c5jTjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MPptp9pgfrA/s72-c/262xs8o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-9121851334492132818</id><published>2009-08-15T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:39:59.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing luck: chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SobWY_NvBKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dpKON1IYMpE/s1600-h/my+story+on....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370215330460140706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SobWY_NvBKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dpKON1IYMpE/s320/my+story+on....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt this. So be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson came to his side and smiled at me too; I couldn't help but stare at them both. I could feel my mouth hanging open so I shut it immediately and told myself to 'get a grip, just treat them like normal people dammit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhm” That was the only response I could muster right now. I must be daydreaming. Robert Pattinson and Jackson Rathbone could not be talking to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going crazy. What the hell was with me. ‘Get a grip Sammie, come on, get a grip!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regained myself and smiled as best I could “Yeah, sure. I could use the company”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to the sofas and sat down. Jackson sat next to me and Rob sat opposite me. I could feel my head swimming. This was surreal. It just couldn’t be happening, could it? Well it must be if they were both here, both sat talking to me like they were just normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s what they were. Normal people. Okay, they had money and had people tripping over themselves to get at them. But they were normal before Twilight, which meant that, unless it had gone to their head, which I didn’t think it had, they were normal people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson smiled at me and held out his hand “Jackson Rathbone. But I’m sure you already know that. Still, it’s nice to be nice”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I willed my hand to stop trembling as I shook his hand “I’m Samantha. But you can just call me Sammie or Sam. Most people do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson smiled and nodded towards Rob, who held out his hand to me “This is Robert Pattinson, heart-throb, lady-killer and a sparkly vampire in his spare time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob’s hand shake was strong but still gentle. He grinned at Jackson then smiled at me. I burst into a fit of giggles. Oh no, not now, please not now. Why did I have to become hysterical now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Rob just looked at each other and laughed too. Rob grinned at me “It’s okay; we get a lot of girls giggling at us. It’s because we’re so damn fine. I can bring grown women to their knees. So I’ve been told”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned back at him; I’d managed to calm myself down relatively fast. That was good, I wouldn’t scare them off. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’d just turned into a hysterical fan girl. Ooh no, I was calm now. Emotions locked away so a repeat didn’t happen? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Jackson and Rob looked at each other as I took a deep breath. I wondered if they thought I was going to bolt. It sure felt like I would before I’d calmed myself. When it came to fight or flight, I was always one that took the flight option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m really sorry about that. I’ve never met anyone famous. And then two walk up and ask if I want company. I think my brain overloaded” I smiled at them, hoping to hell I hadn’t scared them off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both just sat there grinning at me. I could see this would probably be a normal night from now on. Well, as normal as it could be with Rob and Jackson sat, talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay. Like I said, most people react that way the first time around. We’re used to it. So Sammie, where in England are you from?” Rob watched me and I could feel my eyes go wide. He wanted to know about me? Weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh, I, I’m from” Where the hell did I live again? Why couldn’t I remember anything when I looked at them both? I shifted my eyes down to the bottle in my hands and smiles “I’m from Chester” Finally, you idiot. At least you got your name out before without looking like a complete idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson grinned at me “Cool. Isn’t that were footballers tend to live?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled up at him “Yeah. I suppose it is”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what are you doing in Los Angeles then?” Jackson smiled at me. It wasn’t hard to see why people liked him so much. He was perfect this close up. And I knew that he looked good from further away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, uhm, my friend and I won tickets to see your band and because we were from England they threw in plane tickets with the accommodation. We’re here for a week. We got tickets to last night’s performance and the one at the end of the week” I blushed a little. I couldn’t believe they wanted to know about me. This was far from surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob grinned at me “So, we get to see you and your friend at the end of the week too? Aren’t we privileged” Just as he said that his phone buzzed and he groaned a little. “Crap, I’m being called in for some make-up. See ya in make-up later Jackson. It was nice to meet you, Samantha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled up at him and gave a slight wave “It was really nice to meet you too Robert. I’m glad I went for that walk now”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled and turned towards the foyer “Call me Rob, and you should meet the rest of the cast too. I’m sure you want to anyway” With that he walked out into the foyer and, with body guard in tow, headed for the front doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon =D&lt;br /&gt;I cut it here because, well it seemed as good a place as any &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I finally have a name for it! Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-9121851334492132818?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9121851334492132818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=9121851334492132818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9121851334492132818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9121851334492132818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-luck-chapter-2.html' title='Changing luck: chapter 2'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SobWY_NvBKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dpKON1IYMpE/s72-c/my+story+on....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-9199766865825049024</id><published>2009-08-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:53:29.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latchkey Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Awww, You guys!</title><content type='html'>Holy hell fire. I'm actually honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the most hits ever, since I posted the first chapter of my story yesterday. And apparently, as I've been told on Twitter, people seem to like it. You guys honestly have no idea how much that means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I come across as the loud mouthed bitch that is all happy-go-lucky all the time and doesn't give a rats ass what people think. But knowing people like my story, it's just. Wow haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and you know how I said a while back that I do crazy ass edits for people when I get bored? Well &lt;a href="http://latchkey-wife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Latchkey Wife&lt;/a&gt; sent me one she'd done for me. I literally squeed when I opened my email this morning and saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370186041851311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Soa7wKpO9FI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aasGNCxUuDQ/s320/SVO_go_for_a_ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*swoons and hits the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, I'm not normally one for early morning squeeing. I'm not normally one for early mornings full stop. But some fucker was cutting down trees outside at 8am while I had my windows open. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I groaned, rolled over and yelled out the window "Come on people! It's a saturday and it's 8am! Go be normal and sleep dammit!" They probably didn't hear me though. You know, because of the sound of the saw or the simple fact that I probably didn't shout it as loud as I thought I had done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I dragged my sorry ass out of bed when the sound didn't stop.  And then, as I said previously, I squeed at my emails. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It made for a fucking good start, after being woken up by the chainsaws. So THANK YOU LATCHKEY WIFE! You made my weekend. Now I can go write more chapters on my story and they'll be happy ones. Coffee all round!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If it was later in the day you'd be getting wine. But it's not, so you can't. Mwahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-9199766865825049024?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9199766865825049024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=9199766865825049024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9199766865825049024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9199766865825049024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/awww-you-guys.html' title='Awww, You guys!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Soa7wKpO9FI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aasGNCxUuDQ/s72-c/SVO_go_for_a_ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-4269382142040955905</id><published>2009-08-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:40:47.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Luck: Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoXTjekjlLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AOeP5qetFBA/s1600-h/my+story+on....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369930737164457138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoXTjekjlLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AOeP5qetFBA/s320/my+story+on....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any characters in this story that link to real life people are purely coincidence... blah blah blah. You get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamt this. So like... I haven't got a title for this. I'd LOVE someone to suggest one because I have no idea myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here's chapter one for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be easy on me, it's my first time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh and this is not Twismut. Sorry to disappoint anyone hehe :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was 5am and I couldn't sleep, I normally fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but I was just too wound up. Rachel fell asleep with ease, she always did. No matter what happened during the day she always got to sleep with ease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I just couldn't believe that I was in L.A. "L.A." I repeated to myself out loud and it made me giddy. I'd always been a small town british girl. So being here, It was the most wonderful thing in the world and I was still high from the nights activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'd come out for a 100 monkeys gig, and to set stalk, though Rachel wouldn't admit that to me. The gig was amazing, more than amazing. It felt so intimate there, there weren't that many people and that made it better. And getting to see Jackson so close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sighed heavily and looked over at Rachel instantly. Sure she could go to sleep easily, but she was woken up by the smallest thing. It was never a pleasent thing if she was woken up. I think banshee crossed with bog monster was how our last room mate described her when he accidently woke her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, with the option of walk around the hotel at 5am or wake up Rachel, I took the walk around the hotel. With the amount of practice I had of moving around like a ninja, I left the room without so much as the door clicking silently too as I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After discovering that near enough all the floors looked the same and I couldn't get to the top floor, because it was the pent house suit and you needed a key to get up there, I ended up in the bar. Only in L.A. would the hotels bars still be open. And my word, the amount of alcohol on the shelves. It was like someone had decided that they couldn't be bothered to decorate the huge wall and instead stuck shelves there and filled them with all types of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I began humming to myself as I took a seat at the bar. I could see the nights happenings going past my eyes. The songs, the chatter in-between, the smiles from the band, the people slowly getting merry and the amount of empty beer bottles that seemed to grow with each passing minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why I was startled when the bartender cleared his throat to get my attention. I hadn't even realised he was there, and it was a great shock to be brought to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to startle you. Would you like something from the bar?" He gave me a small, apologetic smile then cast his eyes over the bartop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"It's okay, I was in a world of my own" I giggled a little, No need for him to apologise. I was the one that was away with the fairies "Can I have a bottle of water please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Long night?" He said as he turned to grab a water from the fridge behind him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took the water and unscrewed the top "Yeah, but it was amazing! And could you put it on room 100's bill, name's Samantha, thanks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He nodded and smiled before going off to serve the other person at the end of the bar. I took a long drink from the bottle. Not realising I was thirsty till I'd finished nearly half the bottle. I needed that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I glanced at my watch, wondering if it would be safe for me to go back upto the room and then stared at the watch face. It was nearly 6am. Holy hell, I'd walked around the hotel for an hour. It was big, but not that big. Was it? I wondered then, Why don't I feel tired? I've been up nearly twenty-four hours. Well I think it was twenty-four, I couldn't be sure with all the time differences and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shook my head and took another sip of water before daydreaming again. I looked out over the lobby and hummed to myself again. I suppose that's why it didn't register with me straight away the fact that Robert Pattinson and Jackson Rathbone where stood in the lobby. Or maybe I did know they were there, I was just thought they were something I'd daydreamed up. Me and my wild imagination. It was going to get me in trouble one of these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was vaguely aware that I was tapping and humming the beat to 'Ugly Girl' it was the catchiest song I've heard. And I was so happy when they'd played it last night. I just stood at the back happily singing along as loud as I could without the threat of being heard due to the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I slipped futher into the daydream, Jackson was actually looking at me and smiling, his body half turned towards me and his eyes looking over my clothing as he spoke to Robert "Rob, is that the girl from tonight?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rob just gave him a the there-were-a-lot-of-girls-there look-be-specific look. When he raised his eyebrows like that he looked gorgeous. He turned to look at me too, to see if he recognised me I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jackson laughed a little, it was a great sound "You know the one I mean. She stood at the back next to the redhead. She sang and watched as her friend danced."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rob looked at me a little closer then and smiled, That smile could make the hardest woman fall to her knees, I swear it. "Yeah. She seemed like she was having fun. Only one that didn't dance though"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jackson shrugged and headed towards me, still talking to Rob as he moved "Be thankful she wasn't one of the ones throwing themselves all over you, you get enough of that already"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I smiled to myself slightly. Of course Rob had girls throwing themselves at him. He didn't need anymore doing it. I'd even warned Rachel not to do it on threat of physical pain if she even got a crazied look in her eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jackson began to walk closer and I shaked my head a little. Time to dispell that little daydream before it got too out of hand and I ended up talking to myself. I took a small sip of the water and stood up, smiling at the waiter as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His voice was closer, but subdued, almost a whisper, as he spoke to Rob "I wonder where her friend is. Not good to walk around on your own"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I looked up and my heart thudded in my chest, he was actually there, no daydream. He was physically there. If I took a few steps forwards I would be able to touch him. Which is why it puzzled me that he was in the same hotel as me and had spotted me at the gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rob smiled and took a step towards me, talking to Jackson over his shoulder "Probably can't sleep. I mean it's after 6am and we're still up." He turned to me then and smiled, I nearly turned into a puddle on the floor "Hey. You look lonely over here on your own. Want some company?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More next time. I decided to cut it off here... Well... Because if you want to read more you can tell me (and also suggest a title while your at it). Come back now ya'll hear? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-4269382142040955905?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4269382142040955905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=4269382142040955905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4269382142040955905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/4269382142040955905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-story-you-can-help-title-it-hehe-p.html' title='Changing Luck: Chapter 1'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoXTjekjlLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AOeP5qetFBA/s72-c/my+story+on....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-8561314259744112644</id><published>2009-08-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:37:40.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Ahem.. SHADDUP IN THE BACK! Thanks</title><content type='html'>So yah. I know I've been missing for a few days but bleh. I've been to Ireland and reading Twismut. (Thanks for the links Latchkey Wife, I'm now addicted :P). The trip to Ireland was... RUSHED. We flew in one day, had lunch, slept, next day went to the Giant's Causeway (which is not as big as it looks in pictures) did a train to Belfast, had a PROPER pint of guiness and then waited for 3 fucking hours for the plane home. I swear to fucking god that waiting in that airport would have been scratch-out-my-eyes boring if:&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't have Eclipse with me&lt;br /&gt;2) I didn't have my phone so I could text Twitter updates every 5 minutes with how bored I was (follow me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I had not just spotted the most a-fucking-mazing Eclipse book I have seen. It has RED page ends! RED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369873614138316946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoWfmet1GJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JK8paiXse68/s320/DSC02403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Could a book BE more sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, The night spent in Ireland, I had this weird fucking dream. I mean so weird I HAD to write it down and make it into a story. Soo It will be started probably later on or tomorrow. Depends how much &lt;strike&gt;Twismut&lt;/strike&gt; writing I can do. It's 14 a4 pages long... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I may actually start it and split it into chapters. It's NOT smut, or even centered around Bella and Edward. It's more around the actual people. And ya I know, I don't have their permission to use their image BUT it doesn't reflect them... It's just complete and utter fabrication. I'm just using their names hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh another thing, NO WHERE HAS EDWARD DOLLS. Mother fuckers. I think I'll have to take an hour bus journey into Liverpool, just to go to World's apart, JUST to get an Edward doll. Well it's not JUST an Edward doll. It'll be better than carting a book around with me to take pictures of at different places....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879681505278050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoWlHpa1uGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZcVQSRbQ2XI/s320/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture this with an Edward doll. I would have been able to put him down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't dare with this because the mother fucking wind would have blown it into the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I love Eclipse. Wasn't gunna risk loosing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369889196958018258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoWtxhPj6tI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4grCYQIZoNE/s320/PICT0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or Edward SAT on the train chair. Instead of me sat there reading Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;I also have NO fucking recollection of when the hell this was taken. Music was on and I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost to the world at this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway. Enough of the stupid ass ramblings and off for me to type up my story...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You have been warned =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-8561314259744112644?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8561314259744112644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=8561314259744112644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8561314259744112644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/8561314259744112644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahem-shaddup-in-back-thanks.html' title='Ahem.. SHADDUP IN THE BACK! Thanks'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SoWfmet1GJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JK8paiXse68/s72-c/DSC02403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1002535077487860470</id><published>2009-08-10T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:05:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a video... RUN FOR THE HILLS!</title><content type='html'>So, yah. I made an RPattz montage to Snow Patrol - Crack the shutters. Don't ask the reason behind the decision to use that song. I have absoloutly no idea what so ever. So, yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the video. And I think that's all I'm going to post about today. Not much has happened and it's 6pm. Time for my tea and a large mug of coffee to go with it. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=9504f94610dd4b3b26c6e4&amp;skin_id=701&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=image" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/cover_thumbnail?p=9504f94610dd4b3b26c6e4&amp;view=2" border="0" alt="View this montage created at One True Media" title="View this montage created at One True Media"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Montage 8/10/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1002535077487860470?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1002535077487860470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1002535077487860470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1002535077487860470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1002535077487860470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-video-run-for-hills.html' title='I made a video... RUN FOR THE HILLS!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-5379418457063675994</id><published>2009-08-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:03:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College &amp; Twilight</title><content type='html'>So, like, it's one of those times of day where I decide to become my own little person again. You know, have my own little... style. Well, style according to TigerGurl (Previously known as CB, SHE FINALLY GOT A BLOG! YAY!) I'd say more idiotisms... Anyway, mother dearest made sangria! You know, the spanish wine with all the fruit in it... and she made scones too! So we had jam scones and sangria at 11pm at night. As TG said "Afternoon tea, SVO Style!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm sure, as you can probably tell, I only finished off my drinks about 45 mins ago. So this is under the influence of alcohol. Uh oh! I hear you cry. Not really. Unlike most, it's mainly my body that gets drunk. My mind normally stays sober, if not giddy. It's sort of like me being hyperactive episode but my body being all sqiffy and not doing what I tell it. If you want to know what I'm like on a hyperactive episode, this picture should explain all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368130687725686290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn9uaz3DThI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VhAvRqAJoGY/s320/l_7385874cd9144c0b8774b22136ac54b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was dared god damn it. EXTERMINATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah. Truth or dare in college is FUN! Now I suppose you're wondering if some bastard caretaker or teacher told me off. The answer, No, they did not. However, when my friend got dared to move a plastic tree into the middle of the room, he had his name taken and he was taken to see the principal.... So, moving a plastic tree = yelled at. Taking the plastic bag out of a bin and sticking said bin on my head = laughter in the hallway and absoloutly NO shouting at... It was rather weird. (All this done WITHOUT alcohol... Just give us a bag of skittles and watch the fireworks and crazy shit hit the fan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooh, and those chairs in the background. I MADE THEM DO THAT! Haha. This is our hallway. Our group used to sit in one of the corners (and when I say group I mean FUCK LOADS of people)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368136743939226722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn9z7VA4PGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lDeqbnMZGNw/s320/n710556661_1692919_4778731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;About half the group (It was fancy dress day. I'm hiding under the Leopard print dressing gown and using TG as a pillow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And we didn't have any seating. They used to try and move us, until I got onto the student council. Que diplomatic bullshit and quoting figures to prove the fact that there wasn't enough seating in the two small food courts and on the actual grounds (open to us at breaks and lunch) to seat all the students. Then the seats got put in. Win for SVO and all her &lt;strike&gt;cronies&lt;/strike&gt; friends =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This place is also where I was introduced to Twilight. Well, not the hallway, but college. My crazy ass friend who used to sit with me in Psychology was blabbering about sparkly vampires and an accident prone teenage girl (I was accident prone in college so when Twilight was introduced to the college, I was told I was like Bella... ALOT!), so I thought it was just another one of those stupid novels... How bloody wrong I was. Crazy ass friend leant me the Twilight book and I fell in love, I honestly debated with myself about keeping the book. It went a little like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I like this book. You can't keep it. I know I can't, but the boook! No, give it back, it's not yours. THE BOOK! No, it goes back, TOMORROW! But, but, one more read? Fine, then it goes back"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had it for about 2 weeks and read it four times while I had it. Luckily I have my own copies now. And a wall dedicated to Twilight. Well, a wall, a side of my desk and a bit of my cupboard =D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368145035975052594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn97d_QRzTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UWKM_aXxfJ8/s320/DSC02237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not the final version. There's alot more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where the picture of the fairy is, there's now Jacksper, Ashlice and a picture of both of them =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-5379418457063675994?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5379418457063675994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=5379418457063675994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/5379418457063675994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/5379418457063675994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-twilight.html' title='College &amp; Twilight'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn9uaz3DThI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VhAvRqAJoGY/s72-c/l_7385874cd9144c0b8774b22136ac54b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1711102010486420574</id><published>2009-08-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:27:56.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaw porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-shirt'/><title type='text'>Robward Cullinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, today has been extra specially Twilighted. I've watched the video of &lt;a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/2009/08/gratuitious-robert-pattinson-squeee.html"&gt;Robert Pattinson pics &lt;/a&gt;put to Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon a million times (Thanks Twitarded) then went for my daily dose of Robward. I was actually brave enough to type Robward into google image search and it came up with T-shirts for him! So I started looking at the links, just to make sure none of them are misleading. When I see a link to Twitarded underneath one of the pictures. I swear those girls have got a finger in every pie (a couple of toes too by the looks of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367997117669606162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn708AoEgxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-iW35uBJPdY/s320/robward_tee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hell yeah! I want it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It actually doesn't surprise me anymore. But I do want a Robward/Robert/Edward T-shirt. I may even stoop as to just buying a plain white T-shirt and edit the fuck out of it myself. And anyone who knows me, knows that's a bad idea. I refer people to the bleach streaked purple and blue shirt I did. Because some fucktard decided to put bleach somewhere and this idiot managed to locate it with her top. I also refer to the cut up 3/4, dyed black, fabric painted to fuck jeans I did when I was like 16. When I start doing something. I do tend to get carried away, it's shown here too with my mad ramblings. But anyways, I was top searching after that and found this little gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367983960024916898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn7o-IlHo6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/c-FsZk5rM4A/s320/Avada.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amen, T-shirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the T-shirt (or T-shit as I keep typing because my r button doesn't want to play nice with me today) Who can honestly say they do not love HP for bringing us this god-like creature? I don't actually mean the WHOLE HP thing, just the fact they cast him. And we also have to love KStew for the simple fact she was the one who literally talked Catherine Hardwick into casting RPattz in the role of Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for those of you who need an RPattz fix. I looked ALL over the internet (well... Just google...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368014022314458546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn8ET_VefbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RlPulUa8qa4/s320/robertcosmogirl4_0_0_0x0_581x700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015873304482882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn8F_uz41EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Uy3EZ6h-cv8/s320/6613_130972821600_128292556600_2778915_5295962_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at that chest hair and fucking awesome pout! *thud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1711102010486420574?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1711102010486420574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1711102010486420574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1711102010486420574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1711102010486420574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-today-has-been-extra-specially.html' title='Robward Cullinson'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn708AoEgxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-iW35uBJPdY/s72-c/robward_tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-7878088270605627272</id><published>2009-08-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:06:27.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latchkey Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitarded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby'/><title type='text'>Rugby!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the rugby season is upon us. FUCK YEAH! That's all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;St. Helens saints are playing tomorrow, WEEEEEEEE! They are the local team where I was brought up (St. Helens obv :P) and when I was younger we used to go to as many home games as possible. I remember one night after a match they put on a light show there, I was about 6 or 7 but I've never forgot it. It was fucking amazing! Then going getting chips in newspaper after a game... Ooh the good times. (I used to play rugby as well when I was younger. I was that type of girl on the pitch. You know the one, right? The 'I'm gunna take you the fuck down if you get in my way' kinda girl :P) And as per usual I've ended up fighting with at least one person who thinks that Saints aren't all that good... (Ensue Twitter arguements, mine via text :| If you wanna follow me just click SVO, for my arguement buddy click MTP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; wolve's baby! not exactly Vikings but go ed! just beat Wigan an I'm happy :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Widnes will kick them lol. Saints tomorrow though! Am fucking excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; saints suck flange......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Ooh you did not just fucking slag off the saints! Man wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;ore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; I think I did.... yher I did Vikings FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; I follow Widnes when saints ain't playing. But saints is just the ultimate so screw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Vikings are GOD so stfu lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Are fucking not! Saints are god and are gunna trample everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Vikings just devestate the field....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Uhm. I've seen them play. I know they do. But saints are just fucking immense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; Ahaaaa no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; such a good comeback. Because you know I'm fucking right (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MykeThePirate" class="screen-name" title="Mike Malone"&gt;MTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; as right as my left foot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Zoomage" class="screen-name" title="Emma Preston"&gt;SVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; your feet are both right and so am I. You know it fuck face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it continues on like this. Neither of us is backing down at this point. Because no matter what someone says you always stay true to your team :P&lt;br /&gt;Bit like with Twilight I suppose. You have your teams and you stick. I'm team Alice, because she's fucking amazing. When it comes to choosing between Jacob and Edward though... I'm Switzerland. Well I'm not sure who's the best out of the two *covers ears so she's not deafend by the screams* but I'm sure that someone will tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAYS! I got my first follower today. Poor love, reading my ramblings is not pretty :P It's actually one of the people who owns another Blog site that I constantly look through. So if you want to go see her blog, it's &lt;a href="http://webiteprettyhard.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and holy mother of vampires! The pics I've sent to JJ and STY over at &lt;a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twitarded&lt;/a&gt;, and LKW over at &lt;a href="http://latchkey-wife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings of a Latchkey Wife&lt;/a&gt; have been put on their blogs. Que my ultimate blushing when I saw them on the blogs. I had a lump in my throat from it. Those girls are just AMAZING! The ones on LKW's blogpost &lt;a href="http://latchkey-wife.blogspot.com/2009/08/kstew-not-happy-with-robkey-wife.html"&gt;KStew not happy with Robkey wife?&lt;/a&gt; were inspired by her daft ass playing around on FaceInHole, which is a fucking amazing site. I did one of my own :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2LA0oXzXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x-DlQ97dV90/s1600-h/a00277d9871618c119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2LA0oXzXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x-DlQ97dV90/s320/a00277d9871618c119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367599177139735922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I make a good Jane, Don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the obsessive Twilightness of that, I then decided to go play about with more Twilight pictures that I have. Que stupid ass comments on random ass pictures :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2T9aW9gEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4Otbyjr8wk4/s1600-h/Help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2T9aW9gEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4Otbyjr8wk4/s320/Help.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367609014152429634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2UMLZbF-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hAA50eauYzQ/s1600-h/got+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2UMLZbF-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hAA50eauYzQ/s320/got+him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367609267834263522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a site that was introduced to me by Clare Bear, where you could actually upload a photo, edit the fuck out of it then upload it straight into your pictures folder. (Website found &lt;a href="http://www.online-image-editor.com/index.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) It's alot like paint, only much, MUCH BETTER! As in they have fuck loads of random fonts, different colours and it's so easy even a chimp could do it... Or a Twitard who can't use computers that well, jus' sayin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls that is left to say is... GO FUCKING NUTS! And I want to see any and all pictures that you make. You can send them to me at zoomage@hotmail.co.uk (Yes, I'm English :P). I really should get an acount that has something to do with my blogger name. Meh, I'll get round to it, someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-7878088270605627272?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7878088270605627272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=7878088270605627272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7878088270605627272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/7878088270605627272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/rugby.html' title='Rugby!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sn2LA0oXzXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/x-DlQ97dV90/s72-c/a00277d9871618c119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3163213933289117455</id><published>2009-08-07T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:29:12.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Just a normal Twiaddict day</title><content type='html'>My day was pretty average today.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up the garden (*Internal groan*), Chase my little brother around the house after he punches my wall and leaves a huge mark across the paint! and then check Twitarded. MY GOD! They've crossed a few lines, but with their caption post, they've jumped all over that line and kicked it into oblivion. I was crying with laughter reading it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went along with my daily picture hording, Which was NOT pretty. And I also took a few pictures of my wall. Of which I have a meesly 17 Twilight pictures. I MUST find the fucking glue. I had it the other day... Then couldn't find it after I put it down... Which actually made me real pissy. I think I may have a Twilight problem ya know. Ha! First step is admitting it, so I'm on the way to, wait, I don't want to recover from my addiction. GOD DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this daily routine, I went to log onto Twitter. Only it wouldn't let me, I swear to high hell, I've never sworn at a site outloud (In my head, yes. Because that isn't insane..) but after the hundreth attempt at trying to sign into Twitter, and failing, I cussed it to the deepest depths of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twitter keeps coming up with an error*&lt;br /&gt;SVO: MOTHER FUCKER! Load you peice of *Edited out for the safety of reader's eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that little, blue bird is fucking with me. It's taunting me. I can enter my username and password, then when I click onto enter. Twitter's just like"Aah, na. I'm not gunna let you on because I got hacked and didn't like it. So you're going to feel my fucking pain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367316766891339154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnyKKYeObZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xqMg_a4KqnI/s320/Twitter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Try and log in, I'll thwart all your attempts! Mwahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, after that somewhat disturbing outbreak of words from my mouth, I set about putting pictures together. &lt;/span&gt;To fill up any and all blank spots on my wall. I will find my damn glue and fill up that space. Then when that was up, onto play with make-up. That was all well and true until I read LKW's blog and was crying with laughter. Que make-up running down my face, which then had to be taken off. I WILL NEVER WEAR MY PINK EYELINER AGAIN! It's literally stained my skin where I put it. I look like a fucking panda. But instead of black spots it's fucking PINK! Holy hell, that stuff is evil...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm, another though I'll have try and get my parents to buy me and Edward Cullen doll while we're in Ireland next week. Mwahaha. We always get spends, so I'm hoping they'll let me save mine, so that I can get myself one of those very gorgeous dolls. Or I may just save up and get a Full-sized Edward to scare the crap outta my mother and father. That would be fuuuuuun. (I gotta act like a kid while I can still blame it on the fact I'm a teenager... I only have 8 months till I'm 20!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just need SOMETHING to do. I can't just sit in my room and stare at the half naked picture of Taylor Lautner... Wait a moment... Yes I can. But I do need something more than that. I also need to find more Victoria pictures before this Bryce Dallas Howard begins to show up as her. She will not be my Victoria. Scummit made a real big mistake with that move&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ANYWAY! I will not go down that road because It will start a big ass rant hehe. BUT! You should all go see these sites you know. &lt;a href="http://latchkey-wife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings of a Latchkey Wife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/"&gt;TWITARDED&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twicrackaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of a Twicrack Addict&lt;/a&gt;. The first two are just fucking nuts, in the laughing-so-hard-you-piss-your-pants kinda nuts. And the other is just for complete and fucking TONS of Twilight news :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3163213933289117455?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3163213933289117455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3163213933289117455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3163213933289117455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3163213933289117455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-day-was-pretty-average-today.html' title='Just a normal Twiaddict day'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnyKKYeObZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xqMg_a4KqnI/s72-c/Twitter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-1506064030790047021</id><published>2009-08-04T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:40:37.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I'm finally home from baby sitting two little monsters. I swear they make the evil looking Edward Cullen (You know, when he's saving Bella in Port Angles and he does that I'm-gunna-fuck-you-up-real-bad stare) look like a tame little kitten in comparison. Which reminds me, my friend has two kittens. Both, of which, have scratched the hell outta me and left me with a rather nice mark on my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366122021476181058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnhLjC99JEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FAq4ujJZrCY/s320/save+from+children.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See, he's terrified!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I'm not stupid enough (Or crazy enough) to babysit at my own place, so I was looking after them at my friend's flat... WHERE THERE IS NO INTERNET! That I did not find out until the first night and was literally going mad not being able to feed my addiction. Going cold turkey on Twilight is just down right STUPID! So I'm sat there, daydreaming about the Twilight books (Some people would say that's sad, But I don't so there) and planning on how to add more Twilight posters to a wall that's slowly getting a little too full. I'm only allowed to do the one wall, because I still live in the parent's home and one wall must stay blank, the other wall around the window is way to small for anything of importance and the other wall is, well, covered in slatters of paint. What can I say? When you have your 11yr old cousin staying around and you have a load of coloured paints and a plain white wall... What else is there to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I'm rambling now, Which is a very bad thing due to the fact I can talk for England and probably the world, if I had the chance :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I finally get home, and start up the laptop. Which I have to say, is fucking S-L-O-W when loading. I swear it could probably put Bella's computer to shame (Book not film. In the film she has a laptop.........) and go about grabbing pictures of everything Twilight I possibly can. I swear my Twilight picture folder is the largest one on this computer, and it just keeps getting bigger. When I happen upon a fellow Twi-hard friend that is on my facebook. Well... Let's just say that for the past hour or so we have been swapping pictures and comments and Twi-blog sites. And also a lot of Twi-smut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;RPattz is panty melting, drool worthy, coma indusing and just generally FUCKING HOT!&lt;br /&gt;We did make a list of other things that Mr. Pattinson was. But I think it would scar alot of people mentally what the list included and also what we would do if we could get our hands on him. All I have to say is I'm getting a large cut-out of Edward and a little Edward doll when the paycheck comes in. Mwahahahhaha (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366181185756579522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SniBW3FnxsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CG2cTN0q624/s320/blog191208_robert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uhm, what was I saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-1506064030790047021?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1506064030790047021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=1506064030790047021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1506064030790047021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/1506064030790047021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-im-finally-home-from-baby-sitting.html' title='Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnhLjC99JEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FAq4ujJZrCY/s72-c/save+from+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-908004306028086664</id><published>2009-07-30T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:35:48.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwahaha! I mean...  Hai</title><content type='html'>So like, I have this new recruit. Only she doesn't know she is yet. She may live in America but I have her out Twispotting for me at Hot Topic. Mwahahaha my cunning spreads through the internet too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364360366334569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnIJVOKOa-I/AAAAAAAAADo/WurkgagtlEs/s320/JulyBG_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you clicky the picture I think it's linked =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She announced to me, via Twitter, that she was off to the mall to go to Hot Topic so with my greatness I decided to convince her to go get me pictures so I could squee at home :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It went a bit like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnINh16ghBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vuCloXvhqBI/s1600-h/20439325-04aef1f01ac3b3e015cd594486fe8c18_4a7202de-scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364981211005970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnINh16ghBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vuCloXvhqBI/s320/20439325-04aef1f01ac3b3e015cd594486fe8c18_4a7202de-scaled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TBA: I wonder if they have anything new at HR. I will find out soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;SVO: PICTURES! I WANT PICTURES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TBA: I will twitpic pix just for you! What would you like to see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SVO: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING! Hehe. If they have Alice/Carlisle stuff that'd be great =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TBA: Okay, I will see what I can find!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SVO: Wooo! Indulgance through a second party! It's amazing hehe :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnIM52eOtaI/AAAAAAAAADw/DJpa-DCD5H8/s1600-h/20438719-890f12ad0070ae993646a0376585f610_4a7202ea-scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364294166066594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnIM52eOtaI/AAAAAAAAADw/DJpa-DCD5H8/s320/20438719-890f12ad0070ae993646a0376585f610_4a7202ea-scaled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TBA: Haha Ya! I'm about to walk into Hot Topic, let's see what they have ............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SVO: Hehehe I soooo need pictures!&lt;br /&gt;TBA: Okay, No Alice/Carlisle stuff all I see Is Edward and Bella everywhere I look lol. Lemme take some pix and see if i can get all the items&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SVO: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HEHEHE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It kinda went on from there with me being absoloutly hyper from the fact I have someone to go stalk stuff for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well this got me started worse than ever on the Twilight stuff. I even made a random piccy for &lt;a href="http://latchkey-wife.blogspot.com/"&gt;LatchkeyWife&lt;/a&gt; that she's got on her blog! (I feel real special, and you better check that girl out! She's amazing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which then lead to a quote off with me and ClareBear. Her quoting True Blood, Me Quoting Twilight. Let's just say that we had to call it quits because neither of us was going to give in at all. Here's a few little snippets of quotes we did. (Please remember she's doing True blood and I'm doing Twilight :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CB:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;vampire quote off...&lt;br /&gt;Bill: "Jessica, I'm going to have a guest coming over shortly"&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: "Can we eat her?"&lt;br /&gt;Bill: "You may not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SVO:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"We thought you were having Bella for lunch and wondered if you would share"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CB:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Doctor: We need to aspirate. I need to drain the blood out of your penis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jason: (Baby cries in background) Jason's looks horrified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tara: Okay, I'll leave you to it! (makes a long whooo sound and turns to leave) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jason: (Grabs Tara's arm) Where you goin'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tara: Look, I would admit to sometimes having a sick curiosity about medical shit, (looks at the big needle the doctor is preparing) but I ain't that fucking curious!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SVO:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because I was so fragilely human, so accident-prone, so much a victim to my own dangerous bad luck, apparently I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe. Hilarious. I was sure he and his brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CB:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bill, you were just licking blood out of my head, I don't think it gets much more personal than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SVO:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Emmett watched curiously as Edward helped me carefully out of the car. His eyes zeroed in on the hand I cradled againt my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Emmett grinned "Fall down again, Bella?"&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him fiercely "No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face"&lt;br /&gt;Emmett blinked, and then burst into a roar of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CB (trust her):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bill: It's been a long night... don't feel like you have to&lt;br /&gt;Sookie: Quit talking crazy&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I just meant that I'd be satisfied to simply hold you&lt;br /&gt;Sookie: I would not be satisfied. Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;Bill: What do you want, Sookie? Say it.&lt;br /&gt;Sookie: I want you. Every which way. I just want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SVO:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ugh." I winced.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" he asked anxiously...&lt;br /&gt;"Needles." I explained, looking away from the one in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;"Afraid of a needle." he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. "Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, There's alot more where that came from. But I won't bore you with any of that hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---- Side note. Little Spike my carni fish died D= R.I.P. Little dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-908004306028086664?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/908004306028086664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=908004306028086664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/908004306028086664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/908004306028086664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-like-i-have-this-new-recruit.html' title='Mwahaha! I mean...  Hai'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnIJVOKOa-I/AAAAAAAAADo/WurkgagtlEs/s72-c/JulyBG_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-195501482347456962</id><published>2009-07-30T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:01:03.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My EDWARD!!</title><content type='html'>So Summit have fucked up. BIG TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silly ass fuckers have only gone and recast Victoria. Without telling Rachelle first and then decided it would be smart to release their own statement. Do they not realise the power of Twihards? They really have pissed off alot of people here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyways, I stayed up till 3am last night, because I wasn't going to bed while all this was going on, then was woken up at 9.30am today. Not pleasent I'll tells ya. But enough of my stupid ass ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went a little OTT last night with pictures I edited, It was pretty fun. I just need better editing software then I'll be able to make them look semi-professional instead of kiddy like they are now hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364222168311136738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnGLpCZ2AeI/AAAAAAAAADA/HE27RKgrABg/s320/Everyone+gets+one.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like to share so much I split him into three, Front ones mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, so you'll probably see this picture on google or something. Yes I stole the damn picture but who cares? It's up for grabs if it's on google ;P &lt;/span&gt;Though who ever did the picture orignially, well done! It's amazing. And I'll give you credit for it if I ever find out who did it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, after my daily Robward stalking on the internet, I went looking over Twitarded... Unfortunatly I hadn't put my tea down (IT WAS EARLY! And I was sleepy and needed something hot to wake me up!) so my laptop screen ended up bathed in tea which was spluttered out. If you read it you would understand! &lt;a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/2009/07/volturi-belt-buckle-i-want-it-i-think.html"&gt;http://twitarded.blogspot.com/2009/07/volturi-belt-buckle-i-want-it-i-think.html&lt;/a&gt; . I swear if my laptop breaks because of this I'm suing! (Not really, but in this day and age EVERYONE sues now, so ya know...) But that belt buckle is just *drool*. I still prefer the Cullens crest to the Volturi one. I mean who would want a human bloodsucker by their special area? It just isn't right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364243308747022722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnGe3kqh4YI/AAAAAAAAADI/ziRjPaPCQrU/s320/DSC_0077wtmk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I may just get this once I've got enough money and collect near enough every Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse/Breaking Dawn item that comes onto the market! Even the damn adhesive bandages (plasters to us English folks) with Twilight on them I'll have them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364247428664571234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnGinYjatWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mH2KsO2UCb4/s320/twilight-bandages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wasn't lying when I said they had them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even passed it onto a friend who is just as Twilight mad as me.&lt;br /&gt;SVO text to CB: I found the Twilight plasters on play! You've got a link to them when you log on. Christmas wishlist needs adding to again&lt;br /&gt;CB text to SVO: OME! I WANT! I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;SVO text to CB: THEY HAVE A DAMN VOLTURI BELT BUCKLE! I fucking want it!&lt;br /&gt;CB text to SVO: O... M...E!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Needless to say we're both a little crackers when it comes to the merchandise. Only SHE can buy it where I can't :P&lt;br /&gt;Damn her credit card to the Volturi lair. I mean it. I'll make one of those people eaters munch on it for their lunch (Okay, I'm a tad jealous. But she does work hard for that money. I've tried getting a job but no fucker wants me. I swear they all have it in for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We're the kinda gals that will sit in a quiet library, where people are working, and look over pictures of Robward and Twilight merch and squeel and turn monitors towards each other so we can see what's been found :P One of our other friends participated in this one day and from that day on became my little rant partner over what was missed in Twilight and what are the most important parts of the books that shouldn't be missed out of the films. Trust me... We're a little band and people DO get tired of it. But ooooh well. They can cover their ears if they need too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364252217737935714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnGm-JPe-2I/AAAAAAAAADY/n-GMol2UFOo/s320/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is my crazy ass rant partner. Everyone should have one&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-195501482347456962?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/195501482347456962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=195501482347456962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/195501482347456962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/195501482347456962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-edward.html' title='Oh My EDWARD!!'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnGLpCZ2AeI/AAAAAAAAADA/HE27RKgrABg/s72-c/Everyone+gets+one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-3204991912018039002</id><published>2009-07-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:11:43.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid days</title><content type='html'>Well I had a rather rude awakining this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Having a rather weird dream where everyone in the street got arrested and made to wear Rugby uniform... (Yes I know I'm weird) When in walks my friend, throws something at me and I sit up yelling "NO! NOT THE FLUFFY SLIPPERS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Let's just say that I have NO idea where that came from because I hadn't been dreaming about fluffy slippers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I get up and go to feed my little carnival fish, which I won 5 days ago and he was still going strong yesterday. Only to find him floating near the top of the tank on his side. His eyes haven't glazed over yet so I'm desperatly hoping the little fighter is only in shock&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363890996573393378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnBecTisUeI/AAAAAAAAACA/_frqg5SykbE/s320/DSC02119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be well my little fishy =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So after that, I end up beginning to tidy my room. Typical teenagers room, There's clothes everywhere. Empty lemonade bottles (Because cokes too damn expensive) and make-up EVERYWHERE! Well anyways, I get a big patch of the floor clean and my DVD's organised while Twilight is on the TV is in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Which THEN makes me end up wanting my daily Twilight dose, Made even more tempting because the pile of clothes I have is slowing growing and the mother will KILL me when I end up putting them out. So, I get one of those Twitter updates on my phone from Hilly Hindi, of the Hillywood show, That says that Rachelle Lefevre isn't going to play Victoria in Eclipse!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That does it, computer time. Time to see this for myself. I'm honestly upset that she isn't going to play Victoria. She was perfect for the role. And not only that she's a really sweet person and really really nice. She even has a little campaign going which is like a click to give thing. It's free and here's the link to it &lt;a href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2"&gt;http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But anyway. Let's just say that my cleaning has gone to pot again. Because I discovered Twitarded had a new blog post up! =D Alls I have to say is that, I'm SO DAMN GLAD that I don't work yet. Because for one, my phone doesn't get the internet so I would be getting taunted by Twitter updates all day and second, I don't think I would be able to function without my daily Twilight updates hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363893766820040098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnBg9jg9jaI/AAAAAAAAACI/6hi0HRvWEYw/s320/n508265060_6201202_1749703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You know you want to look at every picture you can of me"&lt;br /&gt;How is it that he's so irresistable!? Hmm? Someone answer me dammit :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well anyways, It's absoloutly pouring it down here. I mean buckets. You could take a shower outside and be able to clean yourself properly with no problem. But, Like always Twitarded has made me laugh, especially STY and the threat of getting fired because of the e-mails she sends back and forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I'm not the only one who absoloutly adores these two. As their many, many followers show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep up the good work and I'll stop throwing random pictures together with phrases for them =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363899133225361266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnBl167sX3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9hHUjza7xQc/s320/For+JJ+and+STY+x.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-3204991912018039002?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3204991912018039002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=3204991912018039002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3204991912018039002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/3204991912018039002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-had-rather-rude-awakining-this.html' title='Stupid days'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/SnBecTisUeI/AAAAAAAAACA/_frqg5SykbE/s72-c/DSC02119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083603829969288334.post-9128409465854134973</id><published>2009-07-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:24:26.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First bloggy thingie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I have to say today has been very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day getting scratched up by kitty cats (don't get in the way if a kitten has gone hyper, Resulting scratches are NOT nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sm-EcKuc1II/AAAAAAAAAAw/t8ICEKliU6Y/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363651300671935618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sm-EcKuc1II/AAAAAAAAAAw/t8ICEKliU6Y/s320/DSC02189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;It was a very, very painful experience&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day went on as usual. I read the last half of New Moon for the... uhm.. 8th time now? Well let's just say the book is starting to look a little worse for wear after it all&lt;br /&gt;But hey, Twilight and New Moon kept me sane while travelling in a damn car for the whole time I was away. My GOD I was pleased I brought them with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363652093134677378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sm-FKS4SpYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OzIPgRx9wYA/s320/DSC02067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God bless this book! But see what I mean about wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But anyways, I had my cousins 21st birthday party to attend. And typical English weather decided it was going to make good on it's bad name and rain. And when I say rain I don't mean a liht shower. I mean buckets of freezing wetness hitting you from everyside possible while the wind got you when the rain didn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All's I could think about was my nice warm bed, and Twilight. I was soooo desperate for my Twitarded fix that when I was literally bouncing in place when ever I got a message from Twitter to say that Jenny Jerkface or Snarkier Than You had tweeted something to do with the blog I had to remind myself that I would be home soon and be able to read it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well the JJ and STY didn't disappoint. I got on to find that they'd put up a donation thingie so they could purchase a Full Sized Edward. Now I've always laughed my ass off when it came to their mini-E adventures (and always been a little jealous. I must get me a mini-E. I MUST!) and now a FSE was going to be added to the mix? I was sooo happy. (Ya I know it was like 10 days ago, but shaddup. Even I miss things 'kay!?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well they got all their donations and I must say I'm looking forward to seeing their outcome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LET THE MAYHEM ENSUE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooh, And if you want to see their website for yourself (Be advised not to drink anything while reaing this, not unless you want to be drying out your comp for the next few hours. Ooh.. and minors.. NO! STAY AWAY! They will break your mind. It's only for the older people =D) then here it is &lt;a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://twitarded.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You have been warned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083603829969288334-9128409465854134973?l=irtwiaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9128409465854134973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9083603829969288334&amp;postID=9128409465854134973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9128409465854134973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083603829969288334/posts/default/9128409465854134973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irtwiaddict.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-bloggy-thingie.html' title='First bloggy thingie...'/><author><name>Zoomage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027508006982366941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sv6RlaTbd0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aGA0myTrAGw/S220/Kellan.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cY2zlmP48nI/Sm-EcKuc1II/AAAAAAAAAAw/t8ICEKliU6Y/s72-c/DSC02189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
