une journée dans ma vie...

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Project du jour: holiday wine charms!

Late night Cranium championship winning photo.

This is Brian… We love him. Huge Texas fan, and one of Lee’s groomsmen.

Not to mention, my SFBFF Shiva’s handsome boyfriend. Thanks to me…

No big deal.

Five minutes later…

Sushi night with the boys. Do you think we got enough?

What an ironic address for a church…

wow, I don’t envy Robert Pattinson at all… can you image having to deal with this every single time you step out in public? Of course this was a unique situation, being the film premiere and all, but I have a feeling that he gets a similar reaction each time he leaves his house - period. It’s hard to imagine being in that situation, when all these people want is the opportunity to see you, to touch you, to talk to you. All they want is YOU. Talk about overwhelming… times a million.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, with New Moon fever in high gear and all, and I truly don’t think there has ever been a phenomenon quite like this before. The country (well, actually the world) has fallen head over heels in love with this fictitious character; an idealistic description of this perfect being, and the entire responsibility for fulfilling the fantasy lies in this one actor’s hands. The girls aren’t screaming for Rob, gorgeous and dreamy as he may be, they’re screaming for Edward Cullen. And this actor had to sacrifice his privacy and essentially give up his life to become this role, to fulfill the fantasy… not knowing when the fascination would fade.

The Harry Potter books were a smash hit, and the films have always been embraced by mass crowds with huge opening box office numbers, but the comparison ends there. Harry wasn’t written as an object of lust and longing, and Rowling’s books aren’t meant to conjure up the same emotions as Meyer’s.

As I was reading Bella and Edward’s story, many of my own memories were dusted off and brought to the surface. The first time I met someone that made my stomach do somersaults; the first time I had my heart broken. Feeling on top of the world at the start of a new romance, or feeling like I wanted to crawl back into myself and cry hopelessly when it ended so suddenly. Being in a fantastic, loving relationship for the past several years has kept all of those adolescent memories at bay - as there’s no need or desire to revisit the past- but entering Meyer’s world inadvertently brings that raw emotion back. It allows you to connect with Bella on a deeper, more personal level, which in turn makes the story even more powerful.

To me, the draw of Twilight isn’t the Vampire/ Werewolf alternate reality, but rather, the forbidden love and impossible obstacles and drawn out gratification described in detail page after page. Meyer’s style of writing makes the story what it is because you read as if you are Bella, and you feel as if you are experiencing Edward. She makes her books impossible to put down, and we look to the actors portraying these roles to quench our thirst for more.

I can’t help but wonder if these actors knew just what they were getting themselves into when they signed up to portray Bella Swan and Edward Cullen on the big screen. Their lives will never be the same again.

I’m kinda sad that it’s over… :( six more months of wait- what’s a girl to do?

Jessica’s Facebook Status: So glad it’s sunny in NY this morning… Oh yeah, did I mention we have box seats at the Garden tonight?

Andrew: I want to punch you.

Me: What happens at the Garden tonight?

Andrew: New Moon… On Ice

Hehehe, look what Meg & Giulia got me! I sent them to get me a small DP but they decided that I needed to have the New Moon collectible cup.

I think I agree.

La la la, walking to the theatre…

I’m sorry, I’ll stop. You must be sick of me by now.

A close up of the skirt - it has little sayings and drawings all over it. Very unique, no two are alike. Once upon a time the gold parts were puffy paint, but after years of love, it’s puffy no more.

Regardless, I LOVE it.

I don’t own more than a few pieces of D&G clothing, and when my mom bought me this skirt I kept it at the bottom of the drawer for “special occasions” only. She told me that was silly, and I should wear it in normal rotation… and so I do. I think I’ve had it for almost nine years - but it is still every bit as fabulous.

When I wore this out in college, the PKA boys used to always make fun and ask if they could sign my skirt. My biggest fear was that one of them would get drunk and come at me with a sharpie.

A terrifying thought (that was certainly not too far from the realm of possibility).

Rainy days = primo opportunity to wear my favorite rainboots!

They’re especially wonderful because they have a little wedge - and I do love my heels.

Boots: Sperry Top-Sider