ok this happened at the library
you know that famous people list i own? well.
i was at the library. just doing my thing, looking round for books, using their free wifi, the works
on my famous list, under jennifer love hewitt and ghost whisperer cast. it includes christoph sanders, he plays ned banks and is quite spunky ;) (oz slang for hot,).
so there is some guy with his head down, reading a book at a table. his head is down and omg he looked just like ned banks. i was over the moon. i am in love with ghost whisperer and here is, a slight chance one of the cast members is sitting, paces from me, reading a book
of course it doesnt cross my silly little mind that what on earth would he be doing in auckland? what would he be doing in a average town, in the library? i reasoned that with maybe hes working on the hobbit or spartacus?
so. there i am, doing my best to remain inconspicuos and lurk around to find out before i got an autograph, took a photo, weeped, made an a** of myself. without noticing i picked up a book called 'ouijea' i didnt want to be caught reading it unless i wanted to look like someone who did seances. (if i could talk to the dead i wouldnt mind)
after a while, it gets annoying. waiting around for someone to look up so you can clarify then and there in your mind if its who you think it is. then get all holy shiznit its him!
so between me and this poor innocent fella is a book shelf. i didnt know whether to slowly look up or do a quick up and down.
me, being the accident prone, klutz, unsmooth (with my wit, im not a monkey gorrilla werewolf) i deceided to go with being quick bout it.
so there i was, taking deep breaths, then quickly looked up.
he was staring right at me
i, was frozen in fear. it wasnt mr sanders and his blonde hair that is so well cut and dyed and texturized,
it was a fellow citizen, trying to read in peace.
oh god i felt bad. for a second i froze, staring at him, then pulled it together and got back down, pretending to be looking for books. (im that sad)
later im facebooking my mate in aus, she took ages to reply (probs pissing herself thinking nz hasnt broken me out of my klutzy, trouble attracting ways) then replied with a good old 'hahahhaha you dip s***
so. a good thing and a bad thing were the same thing. it wasnt ned banks.
good because well, if it was, how dam embarrassing, il probs get his bodyguard throwing me out, or be noted as the creepy weird fan. (sorry mate, if you ever read this, im already crazy, people know it from hongkong, samoa, kiwi land and aussie land) so you still can put out im a creepy fan. but im not, im not mr sanders.
bad thing: it wasnt him! :( all that effort to just terrorize some poor innocent guy trying to chill out and escape from the world. and if HE ever comes across this and thinks. hang on... that was me.
IM SORRY
a note before i finish
christoph sanders: im not freaky. just a bit in love with ghost whisperer
poor library fella: il pay for your therapy if you need it, you probs do after that... im not stalking you.... just putting it out there.
peace and love to you all xxxx
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