because we all know that sleep is for the less tortured.

So here I am, up far past what most would consider a normal bedtime. I've got a job interview tomorrow, but they probably won't notice the rings around my eyes thanks to how thick I lay on my eyeliner. Here's hoping I get the job at GameStop, by the way.

I’ve been reading articles all night, trying to learn as much as I can about him. That’s how my obsessions usually start, mind you. I gather as many images and resources of information as humanly possible and attempt to assimilate it all as if I’m the Borg Queen like Brian once dreamed I was. This time, though, I’m noticing a lot of things that, frankly, are more than a little creepy.

Like how he’s got so many things in common with me. Sure, I’m not famous (yet), but I’m somewhat of a celebrity on GreatestJournal… and I have a lot of the same issues being such. It’s interesting. I don’t feel like I’m forcing myself to relate to him. It’s like I’m already like him, like we could totally be bff. Hey T-rex…

I kind of wish he’d be online again when I’m on and that if I get the chance to IM him, he’d respond.

“I’m hopelessly hopeful you’re just hopeless enough.”

Maybe we can strike up a conversation. Be dorks together. I want to transcend that ‘creepy stalker fangirl’ persona I seem to get around people I admire, too. Maybe I’m being hopelessly hopeful, but I want him to know I exist and that I… relate. I want to be at the very least, friends with him. I don’t expect more than that.

It’s not even the fame or the rep. I want to be there for him ‘cause it seems like he needs less groupies and more people who are making an attempt at getting him. Someone he can have a discussion about Star Wars with… or even Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker.

Hell, it’s like even ‘Jackson Bowie’ could be friends with him too after I read about that being his favorite movie. It’s times like these that I wish that there was an address I could write to or an LiveJournal I could friend.

All I have is a blogspot to read, and its current occupation is selling fire in hell and I can't even leave comments in it.