...And Other Stalker Activities

Editorial comment on my previous post: I think I may come off as one of those...fanatics. Like the ones on the old MTV show where they would stand naked on their roofs with their favorite celebrity's name written in blood on their chests. I AM NOT ONE OF THEM. In all honesty, I wouldn't really want to meet Jack White.

Really!

It would ruin the myth. My bestie/fellow White Stripes devotee, Corey, and I love to discuss what we would do if we saw Jack White in Wal-Mart or something. And my response is always "I don't know." I know I would make an absolute blubbering fool of myself, for one. There is no way that I could see the most consistently important figure in my life, besides my mom, and not automatically sob. I cried in Art History this morning when I found out I got an A+ on my Art History exam, so I'm definitely going to cry when I see my most reliable companion in this mortal coil. I'm also really afraid that I would fuck it up even further by trying to be cool--something I definitely am not. And at every other moment I love that I'm not cool, in fact I hate cool. But I feel like I would try to impress him, and obviously fail. Because I've gone over the scenario a billion times in my head of what I would do/say if I ever met him, all that would come out is "...........fhjdshkfkfaqooooooo" and I'd faint dead onto the floor. It would be too overwhelming I think.

Plus...what if he's a dick?

So yeah, I actually would never want to be in a close vicinity with him except for at a concert. Hey, I was like 12 feet away from him when he walked into his tour bus at my second White Stripes show in Indy a few years ago, so that's fine enough for me.

I'm Going to Write a Blog About My Blog in My Blog!

WOAH.

So. Go to Google images and type in "Detroit Mexicantown" and see what comes up first. OK I'll just tell you. MY. ARTWORK. Do you REALIZE that Jack White has probably Googled that?! JACK WHITE HAS PROBABLY SEEN MY ARTWORK. Which was posted on this blog, so he probably read my blog (because he has the spare time), which mentions him, quite a bit! And he would LOVE me, obviously!

JACK WHITE IS COMING TO WHISK ME AWAY.