...Okay Dean H. totally just left me a picture comment on MySpace. *_*

My life is so sad and pathetic. :D;



*skips off to watch Californication with Darcy*

If the overexcitedness of the subject frightened you, you may as well stop reading now because this entry is likely to be a mess of gramatical errors, big giant exaggerated emoticons, and general fangirl-squeeage. I would apologize in advance except a) I just met my favorite person and thus should be cut some slack, and b) it's my journal and if you're going to tell me how to use it then I'm going to have to tell you to kindly go eat some poptarts because they're nice and stop bothering me. :D

Okay.

The show was, in a word, AWESOME. And hilarious. AND I GOT UP ON STAGE AND DID SHIT. (I mean, when I was supposed to... not, like, just randomly in the middle of the performance. ^^;)

And also? HE KNEW WHO I WAS. I mean like, he freaking knew who I WAS! I've emailed him a couple times over the last few years and through some little chain of events he nicknamed me 'MAFE' - Most Awesome Fangirl Ever - and he continued to remember me by that (as well as my real name) for a really long time, and he knew who I was in the flesh too. Ahhhh!

But. I'll finish talking about that in a sec. I'm gonna start from the beginning because this is just that awesome.

So, yes, I went to his X-Files improv show, which is actually the funniest thing I've seen in a while (and I've seen some hilarious shit recently). It's a lot like Whose Line Is It Anyway, except it's him performing alone/with audience members, and the whole thing relates to XF/TLG. I don't know how else to summarize it besides that (and also, of course, that it will make your face ache from laughing your ass off... somehow. ;P)

Anyway, I don't know how much of the audience was really into the X-Files or him, but I doubt many of them were as big an XF dork as me. 8D There was one moment in particular that seemed to suggest this, because Dean had just performed a little skit which somehow involved mention of a cow (I don't remember why) and I was like "But Langly hates cows!" and he said to me, "Oh yeah, because of the episode in the spinoff where I had to stick my hand up a cow's butt? ...Wow, you really did watch the show didn't you?" xD

So, yes, the part where I got to get onstage was the grand finale of the show (teehee) and he's like, "I need a volunteer." So I had a total Monica-from-Friends moment inwhich I was like AHHHHHHHHHHH PICK ME! So of course he picked me, and the audience was probably like "Oh my god, scary American person. o_o;;" But I didn't care, I just wanted to get up onstage with Dean, because I'm out of my mind like that, and, and, oh my god.

If any of you know the game on Whose Line where the audience member has to move the actor's limbs all around to perform the scene? Well, I was the audience member and he was Colin Mochrie (or whoever.) SO BASICALLY I GOT TO MOVE DEAN HAGLUND ALL AROUND AND IT WAS REALLY FUN. The scene we were doing was that he was moving in to fight this big leper alien (long story, hah) ...and... and yeah. Too many moments of hilarity to even write them all down. Livejournal's servers would break because of this entry alone. :O

After the show I met him and got autographs and everything. :D And like I said before, he totally knew who I was already. :') He was like "I'm so glad I finally got to meet you!" *_* I probably made a total fool of myself in front of him, but oh well... What can you do?

( PICTURES!! )

So, thus concludes the story of my meeting with Dean Haglund. And I'm pretty much maxed out in the OMGIJUSTMETDEAN department. I think I need to sleep on this one before I can take in any more of the epicness of what just happened.

♥

I went to a salsa dancing thing with Darcy today, which was so much fun. o_o And the guy teaching us was all ... smooth and sexy. xD

Good times.

Okay, so, apparently? They didn't sell enough Dean Haglund tickets at the place I'm going, so they moved his performance out of the big hall and into a smaller one. Which means we'll be very close up. Like, within touching distance.

(There is a god?! *_*)

May 9th is going to be the best day EVER.

For more reasons that just that, too! I'm getting out of school that day for the summer (well, I still have exams, but basically I'm out for the summer.) And I'm only really in school for like one or two lessons or something. And also I have a Sweeney Todd rehearsal in the morning, and I'd go into detail about why that's awesome but I'm paranoid about putting that kind of thing on the web without friends-locking it. ♥

(I'm not really sure why. It's not like anyone cares about some stupid kid with a stupid crush on someone she's working with in the production. *shifty eyes*)

In OTHER awesome news? Today I bought the BEST SKIRT EVER considering how cheap it was. It was on sale because something was sewed onto it wrong, but it's all good. It's long, dark red, really pretty and flowwy, and has these black strap attachments with metal things on them. It was such an awesome find, holyshittt. :D

I also bought a top to go with the outfit I'm wearing on Friday when I go see Dean. ;D It's black with grey circuit board patterns on it (from Cyberdog of course). I'm wearing it with a skirt I bought from toiletdog (of course it would be her, hehe) that's purple and silver with alien heads on it. xD

It's awesome because my hair is really 60'sish at the moment - almost shoulder length, and it flips out at the bottom. So when I wear this outfit I look like one of the girls in those bad old sci-fi films. *pride*

Life has recently decided to kick ass.

Friday was remarkable in that *every* *single* lesson I had, I spent nearly the entire time staring down the clock. I wanted to throw up, it was going by so slowly.

Two more weeks and I'm out of school. That's it. (Well, and then I have exams of course, but no more *lessons*.)

...My last day also happens to be the day I'm going to see Dean. <3

Hurry up, time! :(





On top of it all, my home life is so messy right now and I don't want to talk about it. Oh my god life, please just stop being insane.



P.s. My mood icon is the scariest thing I think I've seen in a while. Holy shit.

...is coming to the UK. And I'm going to catch his act. (!!!!) ♥

Speaking of him, who's been listening to his Podcast with that other guy? I like it. :) I mean, what's not to like about something involving both Dean AND a talking Mr. T keychain?

My dreams have gotten progressively weirder lately.

The night before last I actually had a somewhat happy one: it involved the cast of XF + me + doing something amusing and weird, together. Like, Gillian was all "Let's make a music video!" So she, David, Dean H, and myself (?!), made a music video (?!!) to a song we just sort of made up on the spot. And it was good. Very bizarre and random indeed, but good nonetheless? xD

Last night I had a dream I stole someone's car, placed the blame on someone else, and then watched my accomplice (who was no one in particular) have his head ripped off by some giant creature and then his body blew up in a big car crash of flames and spurting blood.

Crazy person says what?



(What?)

And now I'm awake like an hour and a half early just because. The sun is really pretty in the morning. It's somewhat of a surprise, since I haven't been awake at this time of morning willfully since... well, probably the summer when I generally didn't go to sleep until about 8am-10am. So that's not very long ago. But even so.

Speaking of, I found my sleep disorder. It's not insomnia! Ha! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! >.>



Someone, please make school go away.

So, my thing for Langly/Dean Haglund?

It's back. o_o

Not kidding.

( a few details.. haha )

I'm such a little... fan. I mean, really, it's sad. Not that I've ever cared about that, but I felt it needed some sort of mention.

ALSO, I've decided I really like Skinner. Yes. Darcy and I, we are Skinner fans. Because he's a huge guy and he's likeable and he's gruff. Gruff! Not many men are gruff in a good way these days. :>

I could go into detail about that but I think this bizarre little demonstration of my unnatural attraction to older men whom most would deem... naturally unattractive, is quite enough for this late hour.