We love Crazy-people
Picture this: Moon & I are chatting on instant messenger late into the night- cracking up over videos posted by Glow Worm (our term of endearment for the craziest Twilight fan who has ever existed) and discussing the complexities of your relationship with Kristen during the 1 hour “Behind the Scenes of the Vanity Fair shoot.” It was at this moment that we decided the world needed to hear our opinions about the craziness surrounding Twilight and the actors. And we needed a safe place to go fangirl crazy over you. Thus, our sites were born.
Starting the world’s best blog, we knew the following things: most Twilight fans were crazier than us, sometimes we embarrassed ourselves for joining in the crazy (especially when it came to you) and the only solution to remaining sane was making fun of it all- ourselves included. But we’ve discovered that our favorite thing is when our readers poke fun of themselves and admit to the crazy. We believe that this admission means one is NOT crazy but is, in fact, quite sane (well, as sane as a person who subscribes to 23 Twilight blogs, writes letters to a celebrity they’ll never meet, spends 10 hours a day reading fan fiction and responds to fake Twilight characters on Twitter can be)
(Stop asking to see vids of the Glow Worm- we’re so mean to her behind her back that we fear we might end up in hell if we share)
Two of our favorite “crazy” letters arrived this week. Enjoy them. And remember. Admitting your craziness means you’re not actually crazy. We hope…
Crazy turning 30
I can’t believe it’s come to this….I know I keep saying that I’m turning 30 soon, but I do that because I really think a crisis is going to hit because this is something 30 year olds don’t do: hang up posters of 17 year old movie characters in their bedrooms. But then I thought, oh hell, grown men have swimsuit models hanging on their walls as bachelors so what’s the big deal? Since you’re actually 22 though, Dateline NBC won’t come knocking on my door, so this is a good thing!
But I had today off. I’m suppose to be doing really responsible things, you know like cleaning, laundry, running errands, get my sister’s birthday present, balance my checkbook, you know, the norm. But instead I remain in my pajamas and…..I hang an Edward Cullen poster on my bedroom door. (First of all I must say I screamed like a school girl in the phone when I called Blockbuster to see if they had these in yet and they told me they did!) I think this classifies as #1 on my list of “Crazy things you don’t normally do but you do because you’re turning 30!”
I wanted to do something that most people do like pierce their tongue (nope, don’t have the balls), or get a tattoo (nope I hate needles) so instead I go back to jr. high and hang up a poster of someone who I can’t stop thinking about daily but will never ever have. Yep! It’s all good though because it’s your sexy face!
However, I may have to take it down late spring because once the humdity comes (you know pre A/C when you have your windows open for a while) the sticky wears off on the tape. That like, use to happen all the time to my N.K.O.T.B. posters in the middle of the night. I’d hear a loud crash and wake up realizing one fell off the wall and I’d have to get up and make sure Jordan Knight didn’t have a tear on his face. And I would hate for your gorgeous face to get all bent and wrinkled because it fell….that just wouldn’t be good.
Sigh….Rob, Rob, Rob…how am I going to explain this one to my friends, especially the male ones? I’ll say it’s suppose to help with good dreams. 😉
Love you, mean it, Jena
Crazy in Scotland
I fear my Twilight obsession is turning me into a Big Fat Liar. I’m from Scotland and encountered T while on holiday in Florida last November/December. I lied to my husband, telling him the books were only available in the US so I could buy all 4 volumes without too much whining. I then lied and said we’d go to see Australia at the cinema, but bought tickets for Twilight instead. Honestly, his gullibility drives me to it.
Once home, I shut myself up in our workroom telling him I had important stuff to do for work, so I could read Midnight Sun undisturbed. He even brought me tea – bless.
Crazy people who are actually crazy after the jump!
We have a special e-mail folder entitled “Crazies” where we put letters & comments from crazy people. We occasionally read through them to remind ourselves of how awesome it is to not be crazy. If you happen to recognize some of these words as your own, relax. We probably sent you a nice e-mail response saying something like “HAHA- that’s so CRAZY. I do/say the exact same thing” If you did not receive an e-mail response like that from us, well, then it’s possible you are actually crazy:
These crazies wrote to Rob:
When I began writing you on Twitter it wasn’t out of infatuation. I started writing to you as just another woman talking to another guy. The way you describe the fanfare around you as “insane” is hilarious and yet so humble. I’m aware of the percentage of chance that you will respond to this and that’s fine. If you ever do want to talk, we’ve already exchanged words on Twitter.. Just an FYI. That wasn’t Rob you were talking to.
You are my favorite celebrity… Oh, heck your my favorite person in the world. Period. Thank you for reading this. It means a lot. And I don’t expect to get an answer from you, but it would be nice. Unfortunately, Rob is getting his eyebrows waxed and can’t write. Not ever. Period
I get REALLY frustrated with people who ask silly questions about things that I’m sure really have not that much meaning in your life. You are an actor, that is what you do. I could be wrong, but that’s not who you are. Who you are defines how you treat people and are received by the world. When I look at how crazy these 13-19 year old girls (and some grown women too) get over you just because they think you are hot or did a great character, I wonder sometimes if you get frustrated because people don’t know the real you. It is really silly when people ask silly questions. It’s also silly when people send emails to email@example.com and think Rob actually reads them.
My name is (name removed) I’m from (town removed) and I just have to say your absolutley gorgeous. I’m not going to cyber stalk you just wanted to let you know. Hope all is well xoxo Phew. That’s a relief. Not gonna cyberstalk Rob.
Rob, eu vasculhei o Youtube pra assistir à suas entrevistas. Quantas perguntas iguais e chatas. Como você aguenta? Adoro seu jeito simples ao responder ou dizer coisas que muitos outros atores não diriam. Não vou dizer que te amo, porque nem te conheço direito. Mas com toda certeza: você é um gato! ^_^
Te desejo sorte e espero ansiosamente por Lua Nova. Now this might be the most beautiful poetry when it is said in Portuguese, but in English? It translates to: Rob, I search for the Youtube attend their interviews. How many questions and equally boring. How do you hold? I love his simple way to answer or say things that many other actors would not. I will not say I love you because you do not know right. But with all certainty: you are a cat! ^ _ ^
I wish luck and I look forward to New Moon. You are a cat Rob. Meow
And this is our most favorite question to ever be asked:
Do the letters actually go to Robert? No. Actually Rob runs this site because he has such low self-esteem that he writes letters to himself, and he has so much free time that he spends his days commenting about his luscious locks of hair.
We want to take a moment to thank the crazies- the self-admitted crazies and the in-real-life crazies. If it weren’t for you, Moon and I wouldn’t have started this blog one day in December. We also want to give a shout out to the Glow Worm who really started it all. You will forever, in our minds, be our mascot- and someone for us to live each day so that we never, ever end up like you. *Hugs*