Oh god, me too. I am useless around famous people. I get either all akjkhalkjgahfdajg'g or all uptight or just friendly 'hello hello!' I've actually met Philip Pullman (because, yeah, writers are totally the celebs I go apeshit around), and Jasper Fforde (don't worry if you don't know who he is; he writes the Thursday Next novels, very British--well. Welsh, really) and I was all friendly and sort of calm, AND THEN I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT WHEN THEY WERE OUT OF SIGHT. But if I met O'Laugh? SEE THAT PUDDLE OF HURRRRRR GOO ON THE FLOOR OVER THERE? YEAH. THAT WOULD BE ME. Not so much with the cool when it's someone I fancy the pants off of.

WHERE ARE THE EXPLOSIONS? WHERE'S THE GUNFIRE? WHERE ARE ALL THE AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AND VIOLENT CRIMES? AHAHAHAHA, BEST AU EXPERIENCE EVER! XDDD