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a leap

the last 48 hours have been a blur... an exciting, dreamy, surreal, kind of crazy blur. anyone who is a twilight fan can probably relate to my minor obsession with the upcoming movie release next week. i was clicking around on the website last thursday and surprisingly found out that rob pattinson was going to be making an appearence at a local mall the very next day!

i spent the day surfing, calling, and reading about the event which was expected to be complete mayhem... only 500 wristbands were going to be given out to meet robert and get his autograph, and they were expecting thousands. needless to say i made the last minute decision to sacrifice a night's worth of sleep to go bask in the crazy fandom of fellow twilighters, and go for this once in a lifetime opportunity... it wasn't just about simply meeting "edward", it was more about being a part of something so exciting and so passion driven that it would be an experience i would remember forever.

so from 6pm thursday until 8am the next day, i camped outside a mall (you can see me in the t.v. news clip here!) and weathered the cold, wind and rain and bonded together with hundreds of other crazy souls just like me... and my friend's teenage daughter was dying for this chance to meet rob if i secured the prize, so i did it for her *wink*.


event was unbelievable (there is a great video of the evening here) and i had such an amazing time through every moment of the entire experience. i am so glad that i didn't stop to think, and i just made the leap.


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