ok so as my life becomes this small, encompassing nothingness that has been devoured by twilight i'm forced to find humor in anything that is not related, or related... or just funny. since i'm bored in class, and since i'm not doing the assignment that i should be doing since i neither a) have my book or b) wish to do anything constructive i bring to you another humorous post from the dearest camille... who makes my day no matter what she's doing. it's numbered since facebook has become the character nazi, so read accordingly.

don't say i didn't warn you...

"1. Doode! When am I going to get to read these amazing bloggity blogger posts? You skimmed them Friday, I vaguely remember something about Rob, and sluts, and a photoshop job that could make masters cringe with jealousy, but other than that, I had bailey’s in my system, which means I was a little drunky-drunk which means I didn’t really absorb the awesome to it’s full absorption level. Do I have to pass a test to read? Cause listen here, I’m known around most parts as FEA (Fucking Epicly Awesome) not to be confused with FEA (Flipping Eejit A-hole) (Have you noticed by adoration for acronyms yet?). And as for tests, I will blow the pants of any initiation right.

2. I will jump through a fire lit by the grease in our holy Robert Pattison’s hair (Which by the way, could legitimately kill me since it has the potential to be forty-eight feet tall). I know my cool mojo loses a notch or two since I will not be a part of Twicon (tear), but my god, if I have not proved my devotion to all things Collin’s by our hallucination marathon then I don’t know what else I can do! Another religious letter?
3. Dear God (Sorry Jesus, my last letter addressed to you did not evolve into an older, shirtless, in-love-with-me Taylor Lautner on my doorstep and thus I have had to resort to directing all future prayers to your father. It’s me Camille, I know you’re hands are full with Margaret’s problems but if you could just give me a few moments of your time, I’d really appreciate it."
"4. I have an obsession with this small series that you may or may not have heard of. A little thing called Twilight. I’m sure you’ve gotten several calls from 12.5 year old girls and their psychotic offerings of improved studying habits, church appearances, allegiance to family togetherness, and the likes just to have one brief glimpse of this other deity you might have heard about around the block? Robert Pattison?
5. But see, I’m older, wiser, I’m 22.5. So I’ve got a decade on these young little punksters. I’m no amateur bargainer. All I’m asking for is a place in which I can openly worship, idolize and glorify all that is anything related with Stephenie Meyer. Sometimes I have a hard time harnessing in my awesome and it ends up coming out looking like I’ve got a touch of the crazy, but I’m crossing my fingers and asking for a little help in convincing Britt that her twi friends will find me sane enough to partake in their twi blog. Or to at least take a gander at their possibly similar fanatical antics.
6. In return I’m offering my DVD collection (hope you’re a big fan of the romantics), to wear matching shoes in front of my father (long story), to stop singing along when Britney comes on the radio (Trust me this is a favor for the whole world) and lastly my soul. I hope my donations are adequate and am grateful for any and all assistance in this matter. Love Camille
7. PS Britt, my friend count is depleting pretty rapidly with my increasing Twilight riddled public posts to you."

see what i mean?

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ok so as my life becomes this small, encompassing nothingness that has been devoured by twilight i'm forced to find humor in anything that is not related, or related... or just funny. since i'm bored in class, and since i'm not doing the assignment that i should be doing since i neither a) have my book or b) wish to do anything constructive i bring to you another humorous post from the dearest camille... who makes my day no matter what she's doing. it's numbered since facebook has become the character nazi, so read accordingly.

don't say i didn't warn you...

"1. Doode! When am I going to get to read these amazing bloggity blogger posts? You skimmed them Friday, I vaguely remember something about Rob, and sluts, and a photoshop job that could make masters cringe with jealousy, but other than that, I had bailey’s in my system, which means I was a little drunky-drunk which means I didn’t really absorb the awesome to it’s full absorption level. Do I have to pass a test to read? Cause listen here, I’m known around most parts as FEA (Fucking Epicly Awesome) not to be confused with FEA (Flipping Eejit A-hole) (Have you noticed by adoration for acronyms yet?). And as for tests, I will blow the pants of any initiation right.

2. I will jump through a fire lit by the grease in our holy Robert Pattison’s hair (Which by the way, could legitimately kill me since it has the potential to be forty-eight feet tall). I know my cool mojo loses a notch or two since I will not be a part of Twicon (tear), but my god, if I have not proved my devotion to all things Collin’s by our hallucination marathon then I don’t know what else I can do! Another religious letter?
3. Dear God (Sorry Jesus, my last letter addressed to you did not evolve into an older, shirtless, in-love-with-me Taylor Lautner on my doorstep and thus I have had to resort to directing all future prayers to your father. It’s me Camille, I know you’re hands are full with Margaret’s problems but if you could just give me a few moments of your time, I’d really appreciate it."
"4. I have an obsession with this small series that you may or may not have heard of. A little thing called Twilight. I’m sure you’ve gotten several calls from 12.5 year old girls and their psychotic offerings of improved studying habits, church appearances, allegiance to family togetherness, and the likes just to have one brief glimpse of this other deity you might have heard about around the block? Robert Pattison?
5. But see, I’m older, wiser, I’m 22.5. So I’ve got a decade on these young little punksters. I’m no amateur bargainer. All I’m asking for is a place in which I can openly worship, idolize and glorify all that is anything related with Stephenie Meyer. Sometimes I have a hard time harnessing in my awesome and it ends up coming out looking like I’ve got a touch of the crazy, but I’m crossing my fingers and asking for a little help in convincing Britt that her twi friends will find me sane enough to partake in their twi blog. Or to at least take a gander at their possibly similar fanatical antics.
6. In return I’m offering my DVD collection (hope you’re a big fan of the romantics), to wear matching shoes in front of my father (long story), to stop singing along when Britney comes on the radio (Trust me this is a favor for the whole world) and lastly my soul. I hope my donations are adequate and am grateful for any and all assistance in this matter. Love Camille
7. PS Britt, my friend count is depleting pretty rapidly with my increasing Twilight riddled public posts to you."

see what i mean?