Once more, with feeling

(EDWARD SAYS...MORAL DILEMNA ALERT!)

Should I make like Bella, and brace the cold for this hot-number? Or make like Bella-in-crisis and keep cozy but settle for – gulp – a dog?

 Life bites. Well, sort of.

Today Lataevia, Mama Gagne and I stood out in line for a few hours, braving the cold - and the fang-girls (Omg...I’m calling them that from now on! Genius!) - for a chance to get a guaranteed ticket into Saturday night's Twilight Live @ Much. Unfortunately, within the first hours my mom and Latave (I was handing in my essay. I swamped spots with Mom after class) were in line, they gave away the coveted "indoor tickets". Needless to say, I was kind of bummed. However, soon after this sad news, it was revealed that they would be giving out "outdoor tickets". In other words, the area that is usually first-come first-serve is going to be filled with dedicated fangirls and their hot pink wristbands.

I ended up getting one of those hot-pink ditties but to be honest, I'm a little conflicted about the whole sitch. On one hand, I desperately want to get close to Rob Pattinson and his sex-on-a-stick bed head. But at the same time, I don't know that I want to spend my birthday freezing my arse off on the streets of Toronto. Also, the Much peeps are saying that outside wristband access will only be open between 8 a.m. and 10 a.m., which to be honest, is much earlier than I had hoped to head down. Yes, I want a good spot, but honestly, do I want to stand for almost 12 hours in a half-decent spot?

On the other side of things, can you imagine how a-mazing it would be if I got an awesome spot right up against the barricade?! Rob would for sure come up to us. And then I would faint. But it would all be worth it because it would be the most kickass birthday present of the times. Oh man, I could even hold up one of those silly "It's my birthday, Rob! Kiss me!" signs. It would be ridiculous and cheeseball, but at the same time it would be kind of wonderful.

Grr. Why is this so difficult? If only I could have Jasper around to change my mood and make me mellow out. That would be fantasmo. And then maybe Alice could stop by and let me know what I'm actually going to end up doing, so I don't have to waste time and inappropriate amounts of green tea making one of my infamous pros and cons lists (I have a problem). Ooh! Ooh! And Emmett could fight off all those silly 14-year-old girls who got in the way of my pressing meeting with Rob’s face. Those Cullens, man, can't live with em', can't live without em'.

P.S - I would just like to say that today I was so damn cold that I actually suggested that we might need the use of - gasp - Jacob's hot bod to warm us up. I know, I am deeply, deeply ashamed. But, when you think about it, as hot as Edward is in a omg-who-is-that-smokin'-slice-of-sex-pot sense, he is not quite the "space heater" Jacob is. And hey, when things get too hot with Jacob, guess who'll be there to cool things down nice and slow? My god. I have just turned the simplest of statements into a steamy sex scene out of the pages of The Hidden Courtesan’s Baby Mama or one of those other deliciously ridiculous paperbacks in the harlequin romance section of Indigo. I really do have a problem.

*HI-LARIOUS PIC FROM FLICKR