I had a dream that I'd gone "into town" to buy some paint brushes, a magazine and Simon Pegg's autobiography. While waiting to catch the bus back home, I realise I am staring at Edgar Wright. Like, RIGHT IN THE FACE. I get embarrassed and try to be cool about the fact that Edgar Wright is waiting for a bus at my bus stop. The bus comes, we get on the bus and I go to sit right up the back and next to the window. Edgar Wright also decides to sit up the back but near the other window. There I am, sitting awkwardly, clutching my plastic bag of paint brushes and shit until one end of one of the paintbrushes tears through the plastic bag. Edgar Wright looks annoyed. I had been wondering if I should say something to him but I'm too scared now. I pissed off Edgar Wright D:
Then I think about it. I have one of my most favourite directors, sitting a meter away from me and I'm not going to say anything? Really Joyeeta? Really? It was, for some reason, really important to me that he know how much his work has meant to me and how much joy they've given me when I thought nothing could make me feel better. "Um... excuse me?" I say. Edgar Wright looks at me tiredly. "Can I tell you something?" I ask, completely petrified now.
"Is it something I've heard before?"
"Sorry?"
"Is it something I've already heard from someone else?" This guy was starting to sound like a dick.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like, I'm your biggest fan, can I have an autograph? A picture? The clothes Of your back? Rah rah rah."
"Well, I'd never say I'm your biggest fan because I've never been able to sit through a Star Wars film but most people who are fond of you, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost love it or if they don't love it, they'll make an attempt to love it. I just wanted to say that Shaun of the Dead is one of those movies that make me laugh and feel good when I feel like huge pile of shit and the amount love and care you put into Spaced makes me feel wonderful. That's all." I feel like I'm going to hurl and turn to face the window, all shaking and shit. Edgar Wright is a dick.
"What've you got in your bag?" Edgar Wright asks. I can't say anything, I am too mortified. "I can see Simon's book in there, have you read any of it?" I shake my head. "It's complete bollocks." Edgar Wright says. We're laughing and he offers to put my stuff in his bag because mine is torn. Then suddenly, fuck me dead, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost get on the bus and come and sit up the back. I am really really going to throw up now. Simon Pegg sits next to me, he has got his Shaun of the Dead costume on and I want his babies. He's got red on him. "He's in the shittest mood." says Nick Frost. I want to sit next to Nick Frost. He looks really nice and Simon Pegg is making me all sorts of nervous. Here the dream is kind of blurry. I think the three of them were talking to each other about movie things and I just tried to stay conscious. The three of them got off at the same bus stop and Edgar Wright handed me back my stuff in my ripped bag and told me he'd find me on twitter.
I get home and I realise Simon Pegg's book had fallen out of my shitty bag and a couple of paint brushes were missing. I'm a bit sad about the book but at least I got to meet three of my most fave peeps evz. I hop on twitter to tell the world about it and there's a DM from Edgar Wright saying he found my paintbrushes in his bag and did I want to pick them up from his place. HELLZ YES I DID.
I go to Edgar Wright's house and he's playing with a bunch of kids. Are they his? Iono. Does he have kids irl? Anyway, he gives me my paintbrushes and asks how I'm liking Nerd Do Well and I tell him all sadfase-ly that I lost it. He then takes out a $100 note and says "Well, we'll just have to get you the super extra awesome embossed edition! Let's go buy shit!"
And then I woke up with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. LE SIGH! It had felt so real. If only :c
Then I think about it. I have one of my most favourite directors, sitting a meter away from me and I'm not going to say anything? Really Joyeeta? Really? It was, for some reason, really important to me that he know how much his work has meant to me and how much joy they've given me when I thought nothing could make me feel better. "Um... excuse me?" I say. Edgar Wright looks at me tiredly. "Can I tell you something?" I ask, completely petrified now.
"Is it something I've heard before?"
"Sorry?"
"Is it something I've already heard from someone else?" This guy was starting to sound like a dick.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like, I'm your biggest fan, can I have an autograph? A picture? The clothes Of your back? Rah rah rah."
"Well, I'd never say I'm your biggest fan because I've never been able to sit through a Star Wars film but most people who are fond of you, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost love it or if they don't love it, they'll make an attempt to love it. I just wanted to say that Shaun of the Dead is one of those movies that make me laugh and feel good when I feel like huge pile of shit and the amount love and care you put into Spaced makes me feel wonderful. That's all." I feel like I'm going to hurl and turn to face the window, all shaking and shit. Edgar Wright is a dick.
"What've you got in your bag?" Edgar Wright asks. I can't say anything, I am too mortified. "I can see Simon's book in there, have you read any of it?" I shake my head. "It's complete bollocks." Edgar Wright says. We're laughing and he offers to put my stuff in his bag because mine is torn. Then suddenly, fuck me dead, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost get on the bus and come and sit up the back. I am really really going to throw up now. Simon Pegg sits next to me, he has got his Shaun of the Dead costume on and I want his babies. He's got red on him. "He's in the shittest mood." says Nick Frost. I want to sit next to Nick Frost. He looks really nice and Simon Pegg is making me all sorts of nervous. Here the dream is kind of blurry. I think the three of them were talking to each other about movie things and I just tried to stay conscious. The three of them got off at the same bus stop and Edgar Wright handed me back my stuff in my ripped bag and told me he'd find me on twitter.
I get home and I realise Simon Pegg's book had fallen out of my shitty bag and a couple of paint brushes were missing. I'm a bit sad about the book but at least I got to meet three of my most fave peeps evz. I hop on twitter to tell the world about it and there's a DM from Edgar Wright saying he found my paintbrushes in his bag and did I want to pick them up from his place. HELLZ YES I DID.
I go to Edgar Wright's house and he's playing with a bunch of kids. Are they his? Iono. Does he have kids irl? Anyway, he gives me my paintbrushes and asks how I'm liking Nerd Do Well and I tell him all sadfase-ly that I lost it. He then takes out a $100 note and says "Well, we'll just have to get you the super extra awesome embossed edition! Let's go buy shit!"
And then I woke up with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. LE SIGH! It had felt so real. If only :c
