I am not a stalker. Except when I am.
Reply to this post, and I will list three things I love about you. Maybe more than three. Then repost to your own journal and spread the love.
also, cause I told Vicky who is sadly computer free still that I would, I shall post of our exploits today.
First we met early (well noon feels early to us) for a movie. A Band's Visit - it was awesome. Really funny and sweet. The one scene at the roller-disco is one of my new favorite things ever. Go see it if you can.
Anyway, after that we went on a junk food run before I helped her run some errands and went to tutoring. The part between the junk food and the errands is when the awesome comes in.
We're walking along toward the subway discussing past and present pets. As we cross the street (at a light, safety first!), speaking about when I first noticed Dingo at the pound, I rather loudly exclaim "Oh! He's cute!". Then I notice there happens to be a cute guy feet from us crossing in the other direction. Only he isn't just any cute guy. He is the star of the local play I loved so much that I not only saw it twice, I renamed my journal using quotes from it, and replaced 2 of my 6 icons with more quotes (see my default, wonder what the heck it's meant to mean? it's from the play). And who made the icon for me, who went with me both times to see it? Vicky of course! The very same Vicky who, recognizing him the very same instant I did, stopped dead in her tracks completely silent (just as I did). After he passed us we of course broke into hysterical laughter, almost certainly confirming in his mind that we were ridiculous teenaged girls who had been busted by the cute boy they were discussing. Except I was talking about the dog damnit! I love this actor, I want to have his freaking babies, but it's mostly (not completely, he is super hot) his talent I lust after (for Vicky, of course it's all about the talent), and for some reason I wish he knew that, cause really, how often do theatre actors get recognized (and squeed after) on the street? He probably has lot's of girls thinking he's hot, but how many know how awesome he is? So I may, if noone with better self control stops me, message him on facebook to tell him that while yes, I do think he's hot, I love him for his work. (random extra funny: Vicky's current bookmark is a promotional postcard from his play. We joked about going back and asking him to sign it, and how massively creepy that would seem.)
Somehow this story has become incredibly long, and totally none of you care at all. But whatever! It was totally the highlight of my week. Quite possibly my month.
I mean, look at how pretty he is (He's on the left, though I do love the guy on the right too):
In short; I possibly fangirl local theatre actors as hard or harder than the tv actors I fangirl. And no one understands. I am a freak amongst freaks.
also, cause I told Vicky who is sadly computer free still that I would, I shall post of our exploits today.
First we met early (well noon feels early to us) for a movie. A Band's Visit - it was awesome. Really funny and sweet. The one scene at the roller-disco is one of my new favorite things ever. Go see it if you can.
Anyway, after that we went on a junk food run before I helped her run some errands and went to tutoring. The part between the junk food and the errands is when the awesome comes in.
We're walking along toward the subway discussing past and present pets. As we cross the street (at a light, safety first!), speaking about when I first noticed Dingo at the pound, I rather loudly exclaim "Oh! He's cute!". Then I notice there happens to be a cute guy feet from us crossing in the other direction. Only he isn't just any cute guy. He is the star of the local play I loved so much that I not only saw it twice, I renamed my journal using quotes from it, and replaced 2 of my 6 icons with more quotes (see my default, wonder what the heck it's meant to mean? it's from the play). And who made the icon for me, who went with me both times to see it? Vicky of course! The very same Vicky who, recognizing him the very same instant I did, stopped dead in her tracks completely silent (just as I did). After he passed us we of course broke into hysterical laughter, almost certainly confirming in his mind that we were ridiculous teenaged girls who had been busted by the cute boy they were discussing. Except I was talking about the dog damnit! I love this actor, I want to have his freaking babies, but it's mostly (not completely, he is super hot) his talent I lust after (for Vicky, of course it's all about the talent), and for some reason I wish he knew that, cause really, how often do theatre actors get recognized (and squeed after) on the street? He probably has lot's of girls thinking he's hot, but how many know how awesome he is? So I may, if noone with better self control stops me, message him on facebook to tell him that while yes, I do think he's hot, I love him for his work. (random extra funny: Vicky's current bookmark is a promotional postcard from his play. We joked about going back and asking him to sign it, and how massively creepy that would seem.)
Somehow this story has become incredibly long, and totally none of you care at all. But whatever! It was totally the highlight of my week. Quite possibly my month.
I mean, look at how pretty he is (He's on the left, though I do love the guy on the right too):
In short; I possibly fangirl local theatre actors as hard or harder than the tv actors I fangirl. And no one understands. I am a freak amongst freaks.