Since I started tweeting, I've had quite a few OMGITHINKI'MGOINGTOFAINT moments.
Like that time Melissa Gregory and Denis Petukhov (US Olympic Ice Dancers) asked to follow me when I still locked my posts. I had just finished adding Adam Rippon and Yuna Kim when I saw their message, which means they probably look at Johnny Weir's followers.
And then the best squee moment of my recent life, when I got a direct message from Amber Benson. Frankly, the message was like one of those automated email responses of celebrities but my heart fluttered at the thought that Tara knows I exist.
But the most long all caps moment I've had recently had nothing to do with mentions of me in Twitter. It has everything to do with being a stan.
I've tweeted Johnny Weir (of course), Tom Felton, Lea Salonga, Kris Allen and Allison Iraheta. And I did not think twice about it. (And come to think of it, didn't I not like Kris Allen that much on Idol going so far as saying Danny was more of a competition for Adam, guess I can eat my words)
Twitter has really made it easier to communicate with celebrities, even if it's only one sided. It's a scary thing really. But more allcapslongword moments are fun. And giddy. But mostly fun.
I like having the fourth wall for celebrities and all, but if they want to keep talking to me I'll gladly take a brick out of that wall.
This post though would sound much better if it wasn't 2:24 am. Because really the whole reason for the post was to greet