Okay, so here's the scoop:

Robert Pattinson. Yes, EDWARD CULLEN. Was in MY hometown. For a SIGNING. So. I woke up at 4 am and drove over to the Gallaria and waited patiently to buy one of the 500 tickets to the signing. ACROSS THE STREET IN THE POURING COLD RAIN. IT FUCKING SUCKED ASS. We had to stay off the premises until 5:30 when they would escort us over. Anyone running or fighting (like what happened in Cali) would be ARRESSTED. Okay, so we were all going to play fair. That's cool. But then we saw the Security Guards break what HAS to be some great Fangirl LAW. They let the kids staying at the hotel ATTACHED to the mall (A.K.A ON THE PREMISES) get in line and grab their t-shirt and numbers FIRST. WHAT KIND OF FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THAT?!

Anyway, suffice it to say, all the now soaking wet and cold fans that DESERVED to be at the signing didn't get to go, but it gets BETTER. I know! How CAN it?! Well, the day before, my mom and aunt go to Hot Topic to get the info on the morning where we get the t-shirts and tickets. Well, they get greeted by this GOD of a good looking man who claims that Hot Topic hired him SPECIFICALLY to answer the phones for Roberts fans asking about the signing. My mom isn't too observative. She didn't notice that this man looked EXACTLY like the sexy beast of a movie star whose FACE WAS PLASTERED ON EVERY INCH OF THE STORE. She had just missed the chance to rush me over to Hot Topic to meet Robert Pattinson, get his autograph on everything I own, AND maybe get a hug (<3) for free without waiting two hours in the rain hoping to pay $30 for a t-shirt for NOTHING. No line. NO rain. NO WATCHING CHEATING BASTARDS GET THERE FIRST!


Do you UNDERSTAND my FRUSTRATION?!?!?!?!?!?! I'm not talking to my mom or aunt right now because they RUINED my life.