Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Mar. 7th, 2007 05:35 pmI now have a billion icons of this:

I mean, seriously. What the hell am I going to tell my teachers?
Teacher: BM, you don't have your homework, why not?
Me: Because, uh, Jensen Ackles had a photo shoot?
And I'm a SAMMY/JARED girl. I swear I am. Jensen (like SPN and Wincest) has just slowly been integrating himself into my life and imagination. Guh.
And speaking of imaginations..please don't tell me that I'm the only one who has conversations with the boys in her head? Because I do sometimes. They're not the only ones, because I did this kind of things with my crushes (none of which I'd spoken more than ten words to), but I don't want to think I'm crazy. I mean, scenes play out in my head. Like, I can see this completely imaginary set/lot where I'm just with my friend talking to them at a table. I go through it word for word . Completely G-rated, but it's like, I'll imagine what it's like to meet them, or if they came to my house and a bunch of impossible stuff. Am I alone? Good God, I'm insane..
P.S. It also happens with my characters (although they're having conversations with each other), so maybe it's a writer thing?
I mean, seriously. What the hell am I going to tell my teachers?
Teacher: BM, you don't have your homework, why not?
Me: Because, uh, Jensen Ackles had a photo shoot?
And I'm a SAMMY/JARED girl. I swear I am. Jensen (like SPN and Wincest) has just slowly been integrating himself into my life and imagination. Guh.
And speaking of imaginations..please don't tell me that I'm the only one who has conversations with the boys in her head? Because I do sometimes. They're not the only ones, because I did this kind of things with my crushes (none of which I'd spoken more than ten words to), but I don't want to think I'm crazy. I mean, scenes play out in my head. Like, I can see this completely imaginary set/lot where I'm just with my friend talking to them at a table. I go through it word for word . Completely G-rated, but it's like, I'll imagine what it's like to meet them, or if they came to my house and a bunch of impossible stuff. Am I alone? Good God, I'm insane..
P.S. It also happens with my characters (although they're having conversations with each other), so maybe it's a writer thing?