Hi, I'm neodandiesrule, and I'm a fangirl.
Here's my confession : I didn't want to admit it, but a very recent event confirms what I've feared : I'm kind of a fan of a certain Mr Rufus Wainwright. Now don't get me wrong : I wouldn't kill to get his handkerchief. But today, this very afternoon in fact, I met him.
... well. More like, took a picture of him with his consent.
And the fact is, I still have some adrenaline pulsing through the head. Or is it the normal reaction to meeting an artist whose songs you've listened to for about a year, which is not that long compared to the age of planete Earth, but significant for me nonetheless, because since I discovered him he has been in my, say, top three favourite artists.
Anyway. I didn't follow him around the city after that, despite my father's advice and my inconscious wish (so, if I listened to my reason telling me he's a normal person probably not wishing to be stalked, am I still okay even with the adrenaline thing ?). I said "merci beaucoup", he said "à ce soir", I said "..." and went straight to the *high adrenaline level-calling my friends* once he was out of view. To make a long story short, I'm gonna see his show tonight, it's an lovely city but the weather is cold, and I'm knackered because I took the train at 7 am to get here. So am occupying myself with one of my other drugs, ie, the Internet.

... did I already say how awesome this day is ?