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feeling: ever so slightly... genki... >_o;;
listening to: Gackt - Papa Lapped a Pap Lopped
Heh. A few months ago I was...
I am a casual Gackt fan!
But now I am...
I am one of Gackt's eternal Dears!
What kind of Gackt fan are you?
quiz by  mcvarmazi
I've been upgraded! >:3~
Hm... I'm not sure if 'eternal Dears' really suits me though. Dears, if I recall right, is Gackt's fan club, or some kind of groupie following or some such. I'm not one of the Dears. I probably would be if I could. I don't even own any Gackt CDs or merchandise, but again, I'd own lots if I could find them. Yet I'm one of the ETERNAL Dears? Not just normal Dears?
Heh, not that I'm arguing. XP *glomps Gac-chan till the cows come home*
And this is the sign that I am now an official genuine fangirl: I had my first Gackt dream last night. *anime-style collapse* Read no further if you wish to be spared the fangirl-y details. XP
I don't remember much of it, really. All I know is that Gackt along with Hamada and Matsumoto (the Hey Hey Hey hosts, a.k.a. Downtown) were staying with my family for... some amount of time. A few weeks or something. I don't know why. I don't even remember actually doing anything with any of them, speaking to them (in Japanese or otherwise), or even hearing them do any talking, until the end, when for some reason the 3 of them along with my family were sitting around our dining room table playing some card game or something. I don't even remember the game. Next thing I know, it was time for them all to leave, and Gackt was the last to go. Everyone in my family gave him (as well as Hamada and Ma-chan, I guess) some kind of little parting gift, and my gift to Gackt was a little... thing. Umm, I can't describe it right... not quite a paper doll, not quite origami... but sort of a little 3D-ish model of him made of paper. Anyway, that was his favorite gift, so he stood around talking to me for a few minutes before he left... thanking me, telling me how much he appreciated my hospitality and... stuff *shrug*... and the next thing I knew, he was hugging me and talking as though we'd known each other forever and we'd never see each other again... kinda choked up, kissing the top of my head, clutching me to his manly pecs... *not sure whether to be utterly weirded out or to just perma-swoon* SO, then... x_x;; Next thing I know, me and my parents are arriving in Japan. Why, I'm not sure... but my parents are leading me around as if they'd been there several times before. Our destination seems to be this big banquet building thing... like a banquet hall, but with multiple connected rooms, not just one hall with one big table. My dad went to the front desk and, in English, requested seats as close to 'the Lincoln' as we could get. What something called Lincoln was doing in a Japanese banquet hall, I've nooo idea. Anyway, the lady (who, frighteningly, resembled my current Japanese teacher, Terashima-sensei) led us to the place, which we saw was directly below and in front of a big TV or projector screen. Apparently, this was 'the Lincoln'. A screen. And not only were we as close to it, we were sitting right in front of it, against the wall (i.e., facing away from it so we couldn't even see it). Imagine wanting a front-row seat at a movie and ending up sitting right along the movie screen with your back to it. Yeah. Anyway, we claimed our seats and then went back to the... buffet? serving line?... to get our food. It resembled Chinese, with some curry on the menu as well. And somewhere along the way, who should we spot standing around the buffet/serving area but Gackt. We walked over to say hi, and he kinda waved at us and gave us that little lazy, bored, I'm-the-hottest-J-rock-boi-around-and-the-world-better-know-it smile *starry eyes*... and a couple insane fans just had to walk up and glomp him, and I'm not sure, but I don't think one of them was me... :P;;;
Weird, yes. But at least it wasn't ecchi. 9_9;;
Eeeeuck, they're waxing the hallway floor, and it STINKS. *closes door* I hope the fumes don't screw with my fishies' water...
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/28/2003 12:42:00 PM
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