I was watching Twilight on DVD last night and I managed to save some wicked screen shots. Mostly of Jasper. Here's one!
Sorry about the black lines. I had to make it big enough.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
CHAPTER TWO
I'm going to post the next bit in my Clique Fanfique. CHAPTER ONE! I know the title is Chapter Two but who gives a fuck?
Here it is:
BOCD
The Café
Monday, October 8th
12:09 PM
“Ehmagawd,” Massie Block said to Claire Lyons. “Where is Leesh? She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
“I don’t know,” said Claire. “Cam said Josh wanted her to eat with him at the trailers. He wanted me to, too, but I said I wanted to sit with the Pretty Committee.”
Massie rolled her amber eyes. “I know she and Josh are, like, in love or whatevs, but this is getting seriously ah-nnoying! It’s the third time in a week she’s bailed on lunch with us.”
Dylan Marvil shrugged. “Kristen isn’t here either. She’s at soccer practice.”
“With Deeeempseeyyyyy,” Claire sing-songed.
“Exactly!” Massie stomped her Michael Kors navy suede boot-clad foot. She turned to Dylan. “I’m surprised you’re not with Derrington — excuse me, Derrick.” She smirked.
Dylan ignored the jab about her usage of her boyfriend’s real name instead of the secret nickname Massie had made up for him, long ago. “We doubled to school today anyway, and we’re going to Slice of Heaven after school.”
“Ehmagawd.” Massie snorted. “You do that like every day. What happened to all your diets?”
Dylan fluffed her red hair, which so didn’t need it. “I have a boyfriend now. And he likes me the way I am. Make that ah-dores.”
“Just like Chris Plovert and Kemp Hurley did last spring?” Massie raised one eyebrow and took a bite of fresh iceberg lettuce salad.
Dylan turned redder than her hair, ahb-viously remembering how she’d burped and ate her way into gaining ten pounds, and losing her two admirers. “Shuddup. Shouldn’t you be happy that I’ve gotten some confidence? You always said my weight obsession made you crazy.”
“It’ll make me even crazier to watch you bloat to a size eight,” Massie shot back. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared out the window-wall in the direction of the trailers, where Alicia was undoubtedly enjoying a love-lunch with Josh, and Kuh-laire could have been having one with Cam. Then she shifted her gaze to the soccer field, where she could make out blurry shadows of the Sirens and the Tomahawks, and one extremely fat shadow that could have been Kristen getting cozy with her new crush, Dempsey Solomon, who used to be Massie’s! And so did Derrington.
Gawd! It seemed like these days everyone but her had a new BF. She scanned the Café for a boy that might have suddenly gotten hawt over the weekend. But nobody had. She felt like Jennifer Aniston after she’d lost Brad, and Vince, and John. She lost her long-time crush Derrington, who ditched her for Dylan just like Brad had for Angelina. Only it was backwards. She was supposed to be Angie. Nawt Dylan. And then Dempsey ditched her, supposedly for Layme Abeley, but then for Kristen, who was supposed to be helping her get Dempsey!
It was cool to have a lot of ex-crushes, because it showed you had experience. But it was different when you were the one who got dumped. Then, instead of making you feel like a sexy femme fatale, you felt like an LBR (Loser Beyond Repair.) Something had to happen, fast, because that was just nawt an option.
And she knew all the other people in the eighth grade looked up to her, the alpha. And far from making her feel proud and important, as it usually did, it was making her feel the pressure more than Paramore.
She straightened her purple velveteen fedora. It matched her hair streak. Wasn’t it supposed to guarantee her access to everything fabulous? She’d gone through weeks of LBR-makeovering, and almost made a public apology, to get it. And yet she no longer seemed to have access to fabulous boys. Back when OCD didn’t have a B, she’d had Derrington. And now her precious school was full of boys, and they chose her less-fabulous friends! Sure Alicia was more beautiful — not that she’d ever admit that out loud. Sure Dylan was funnier, sometimes. Kristen was a much better athlete. And Claire was kinder, in a nauseating sort of way. But she was an alpha. And that mattered more than any of those qualities.
Or at least, it used to.
Hope you love it!
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Here it is:
BOCD
The Café
Monday, October 8th
12:09 PM
“Ehmagawd,” Massie Block said to Claire Lyons. “Where is Leesh? She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
“I don’t know,” said Claire. “Cam said Josh wanted her to eat with him at the trailers. He wanted me to, too, but I said I wanted to sit with the Pretty Committee.”
Massie rolled her amber eyes. “I know she and Josh are, like, in love or whatevs, but this is getting seriously ah-nnoying! It’s the third time in a week she’s bailed on lunch with us.”
Dylan Marvil shrugged. “Kristen isn’t here either. She’s at soccer practice.”
“With Deeeempseeyyyyy,” Claire sing-songed.
“Exactly!” Massie stomped her Michael Kors navy suede boot-clad foot. She turned to Dylan. “I’m surprised you’re not with Derrington — excuse me, Derrick.” She smirked.
Dylan ignored the jab about her usage of her boyfriend’s real name instead of the secret nickname Massie had made up for him, long ago. “We doubled to school today anyway, and we’re going to Slice of Heaven after school.”
“Ehmagawd.” Massie snorted. “You do that like every day. What happened to all your diets?”
Dylan fluffed her red hair, which so didn’t need it. “I have a boyfriend now. And he likes me the way I am. Make that ah-dores.”
“Just like Chris Plovert and Kemp Hurley did last spring?” Massie raised one eyebrow and took a bite of fresh iceberg lettuce salad.
Dylan turned redder than her hair, ahb-viously remembering how she’d burped and ate her way into gaining ten pounds, and losing her two admirers. “Shuddup. Shouldn’t you be happy that I’ve gotten some confidence? You always said my weight obsession made you crazy.”
“It’ll make me even crazier to watch you bloat to a size eight,” Massie shot back. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared out the window-wall in the direction of the trailers, where Alicia was undoubtedly enjoying a love-lunch with Josh, and Kuh-laire could have been having one with Cam. Then she shifted her gaze to the soccer field, where she could make out blurry shadows of the Sirens and the Tomahawks, and one extremely fat shadow that could have been Kristen getting cozy with her new crush, Dempsey Solomon, who used to be Massie’s! And so did Derrington.
Gawd! It seemed like these days everyone but her had a new BF. She scanned the Café for a boy that might have suddenly gotten hawt over the weekend. But nobody had. She felt like Jennifer Aniston after she’d lost Brad, and Vince, and John. She lost her long-time crush Derrington, who ditched her for Dylan just like Brad had for Angelina. Only it was backwards. She was supposed to be Angie. Nawt Dylan. And then Dempsey ditched her, supposedly for Layme Abeley, but then for Kristen, who was supposed to be helping her get Dempsey!
It was cool to have a lot of ex-crushes, because it showed you had experience. But it was different when you were the one who got dumped. Then, instead of making you feel like a sexy femme fatale, you felt like an LBR (Loser Beyond Repair.) Something had to happen, fast, because that was just nawt an option.
And she knew all the other people in the eighth grade looked up to her, the alpha. And far from making her feel proud and important, as it usually did, it was making her feel the pressure more than Paramore.
She straightened her purple velveteen fedora. It matched her hair streak. Wasn’t it supposed to guarantee her access to everything fabulous? She’d gone through weeks of LBR-makeovering, and almost made a public apology, to get it. And yet she no longer seemed to have access to fabulous boys. Back when OCD didn’t have a B, she’d had Derrington. And now her precious school was full of boys, and they chose her less-fabulous friends! Sure Alicia was more beautiful — not that she’d ever admit that out loud. Sure Dylan was funnier, sometimes. Kristen was a much better athlete. And Claire was kinder, in a nauseating sort of way. But she was an alpha. And that mattered more than any of those qualities.
Or at least, it used to.
Hope you love it!
<3
Back Down to Business
Now that I've had my little sob-fest, and talked to my exuberant aunt who can always make me feel better, I'm ready to write today's REAL post. Both of them, because I have two things to report and they don't really go together. The first is that the REAL NEW MOON TRAILER is up on Stephenie Meyer's website and is probably on YouTube right now. Oh, and I LOVE CHARLIE THE UNICORN. If you don't know what that is, you should be shunned like the pink and blue dudes tried to do to Charlie on their way to Candy Mountain. But whatevs. Bye!
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*Bursts into gushing tears*
WAHHHHHH I'M SOOO SAD!!!! MY BEST FRIEND WON'T TALK TO ME AND ITS MAKING ME REALLY DEPRESSED! I LOVE THE BEST FRIEND I HAVE NOW BUT I MISS THE OLD ONE SO MUCH. AND I SENT HER A NOVEL-SIZED APOLOGY EMAIL AND I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD SEND ANOTHER ONE OR IF THAT WILL MAKE HER MORE ANNOYED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT ANYTHING! I LOVE TWILIGHT AGAIN AND WISH I COULD TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I'VE SAID ABOUT IT IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS AND GUSH OVER IT WITH HER AGAIN. AND SCHOOL IS OUT AND I ONLY HAVE LIKE THREE WEEKS BEFORE I GO TO CAMP AND I WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO HANG OUT WITH MY FRIEND LIKE LAST SUMMER AND TALKING IN ALL-CAPS IS GOING TO TAKE UP A LOT OF SPACE BUT I DON'T CARE I'M YELLING AND CRYING AND SO I AM USING ALL CAPS!!! AND SHE WON'T EVEN READ THIS BECAUSE I KNOW SHE WON'T READ MY BLOG ANYMORE BECAUSE SHE HAAAATES ME EVEN THOUGH SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T!!!
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Friday, June 19, 2009
I Have Big News :]
My big news is that I am writing a Clique fanfiction (I call it my Clique Fanfique :]). I'm also going to write a Twilight one I have an idea already. I will post the character synopsis of the Clique one here so enjoy:
Maybe that boyfast wasn’t such a bad idea . . .
Massie Block: Has gotten the Clique back together and is once again the alpha. Then why is she feeling like such an LBR? Everyone at BOCD has a crush but her. And she is determined to change that.
Kristen Gregory: Is going strong with Dempsey and couldn’t be happier. Except that when Layne, her former SBFF, found out, she dumped Kristen and the Witty Committee. With guilt plaguing her heart and the remaining members of the WC starting to pick sides, Kristen will do anything to get Layne back . . .
Alicia Rivera: Has rejoined the Clique and once again given up her alpha dreams. But her beta status is in jeopardy when she starts giving up carpool and #18 for a certain J. Hawtz . . .
Dylan Marvil: Now that she’s got her new BF, Dylan has finally signed her Body Peace Treaty. But will she regret it when all of those Cheesy Fridays start going straight to her thighs?
Claire Lyons: With pressure from the much-changed Layne and fear of committing PC treason coming at all sides, Claire might soon be ready to book a room next to Britney — at Promises.
The Clique . . . the only thing harder than getting in is staying in.
I will post more some time later
Until then,
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Maybe that boyfast wasn’t such a bad idea . . .
Massie Block: Has gotten the Clique back together and is once again the alpha. Then why is she feeling like such an LBR? Everyone at BOCD has a crush but her. And she is determined to change that.
Kristen Gregory: Is going strong with Dempsey and couldn’t be happier. Except that when Layne, her former SBFF, found out, she dumped Kristen and the Witty Committee. With guilt plaguing her heart and the remaining members of the WC starting to pick sides, Kristen will do anything to get Layne back . . .
Alicia Rivera: Has rejoined the Clique and once again given up her alpha dreams. But her beta status is in jeopardy when she starts giving up carpool and #18 for a certain J. Hawtz . . .
Dylan Marvil: Now that she’s got her new BF, Dylan has finally signed her Body Peace Treaty. But will she regret it when all of those Cheesy Fridays start going straight to her thighs?
Claire Lyons: With pressure from the much-changed Layne and fear of committing PC treason coming at all sides, Claire might soon be ready to book a room next to Britney — at Promises.
The Clique . . . the only thing harder than getting in is staying in.
I will post more some time later
Until then,
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Shoe Show
I'm posting a shoe because I have nothing to report besides buying a couple new songs on iTunes and getting some new sandals . . . Anyway, this is the Giuseppe Zanotti flat sandal. Thank you, Saks.com, for that incredibly vague name.
Meh. I'm in a bad mood because it's finals week at school.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Fuck
I'm not going to get into my top college because I won't have any AP's and I'm not gonna get into honors language I didn't do advanced math because I had a dipshit teacher and I'm not allowed to do honors science and I'm not gonna go to a good college and I'll turn into a bum and my sister is going to fucking @$##^@! (censored!) and I'm gonna go NOWHERE and I'm not gonna go to FIT and I'm not gonna be the editor in chief of Vogue and I won't head my own fashion empire or be a best-selling novelist or an award-winning journalist and GAH!
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I've Reverted Back
Well, it's happened. I am a fan of Twilight again. My desktop is once again that really sexy photo of Edward in the parking lot before he saves Bella, and after my three-month hiatus from the series, I plan to start reading them again as soon as school lets out.
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