I've no idea why in the world I feel the need to blog this, I guess maybe to FURTHER prove that I'm not a fangirl? Not really prove but...oh, for fuck's sake. More like...as a pride thing?

No, only because I'm the sort of person that likes things that people I like have touched or written on etc, you know, stuff that people I like have been in contact with.

I went out tonight to see Tim Minchin live and after he said hi and stuff I took a picture on my camera but his head looked all massive in it cause I think I held it too close to his face. So he decided to take it himself cause he said his arms were longer and he did and gave it back to me after he was satisfied with the picture.

Right...typical me would be thinking in the back of my head 'he's touched my camera, cool', not in an overreactive way, just to notice, yeah? I do it all the time, even if someone's holding my and and they stop to do something and I just think, 'they've touched my hand, they have.'

Again, to reinstate, not in a creepy way or anything, just because I like people being in contact with things when I happen to like them.

It's not something that I'd tell everyone to be honest [massive hypocrite posting this on my blog and telling everyone BUT ONLY BECAUSE I'M EXPLAINING STUFF ABOUT ME, NOT BOASTING! I was front row, bitches, THAT'S me boasting], I'm not really like that a ton of the time, I won't just go, "Tim Minchin's touched that...." out of the blue.

Okay, maybe I might if I knew someone really liked Tim just to make my camera more interesting. My camera's just a camera, isn't it? If I attach something Tim-related to it, it makes it more intersting by default but only to people who know him. If you tell someone who doesn't know who he is...what's gonna happen? Nothing. He's just a man to them, just a man...no, he's merely a faceless name, he's nothing.

Tim Minchin I really like but didn't realise until 2 hours later that, "Oh yeah, Tim Minchin used my camera." I don't know if that's me being more used to Tim now I've met him a few times of me just...growing up? It isn't really growing up though, is it? it's more...fuck knows, I don't even know what I'm typing.

You know what I mean though, yeah?

All I'm trying to say is... Oh for god's sake. *head desk*

P.S. these are said pictures [check out the colour of his eyes]:

My attempt: close up

His attempt: ....um, not close up? What do you want? It doesn't have a name

P.P.S. I got told by a mate of a mate that I looked 14 today, that's the youngest estimate to date!