Current mood:

indescribable

Elijah Wood touched my hand.
Let me try to tell you just a little about this day.
I woke up around 10:00 with very little sleep. I checked my mail, I played online for a bit. At 11:00 I started my getting ready process. I showered, exfoliated, washed my hair, blow dried my hair. I did my makeup and got dressed enough for class.
I went to class, I turned in my paper. I sped home (past all the tourists going 10 mph) and continued getting ready. I straigtended my hair, changed my shirt, and fixed my nails. At 4:30, I left the house with my mother for the Hilton.
We got there at 5:00 and waited. About ten minutes in mom needed her jacked and went back to the car. A woman came up to her and screamed "I'm gonna meet Elijah Wood!" to which mom screamed "Me, too!!!" Thus we found our buddies for the evening. Jackie was the more fangirly of the two and the one I talked to most of the time. She said that she really liked Orlando. I mentioned I was really more of Sean girl, myself. We were waiting outside at this point. She suggested we go in the hotel, which I thought was a good idea but was freaked out to do. She took off and I followed. Turns out the news was wrong and the meet and greet was INSIDE. Thank goodness we followed her.
Around 6:00? pensive1 showed up and we talked. I think by that point I didn't even know what my name was from anticipation. I had been squealing and still in denial that this could possibly happen.
He was supposed to show up at 6:30, but his plane was backed up. They told us he would still come and that he was very excited as he had been to neither New Orleans or Mardi Gras before. We were also told the story about how he was chosen as king.
He arrived a little after 7:00. There was mass hysteria. For those of you who are not from here, you must understand the New Olreans way of doing things. You jump, you scream, you wave your hands. Mass hysteria. We would have flashed him if we thought we wouldn't have been kicked out.
He was joined by Hannah, his sister, who was sporting short black hair, and two friends. He was wearing brown tweed with silver glitter lettering on the sides and back with a blue shirt (so far as I remember). He accepted the plaque and thre doubloons (my mom caught one for me, since I was screaming like mad). At this point they were still telling us he would sign things and would go around the room. Which meant that everyone clamored to the ropes that seperated us from Elijah.
He went around passing out doubloons, but due to the fact that his plane was late (as far as I can tell) they were short on time and couldn't give out autographs. (grr) However, he was passing out the doubloons one by one. I don't think he was expecting such a group of rabid fangirls. Everyone was grabbing at him and screaming. He had his eyes to the ground and was shaking from what I could tell. He came off as very shy or perhaps nervous. At the cue "no autographs" I just shoved my hand out and screamed "ELIJAH!" as loud as I could. He only looked up a little, but he handed me one. His hand touched mine. For a while. When I tell you that I felt like I exploded, I do not lie. For those of you who care...his hand was sweaty (probably a mix of nervousness and those damned doubloons) but really soft. And his eyes are amazing. Especially in person. And I was expecting him to be smaller, somehow. Perhaps cause I'm only 5'5" myself and it just doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Anyhow, I spazzed for a minute and went "oh! Picture!" really quickly and yanked out my camera. It's the best shot I have, which isn't saying a whole lot, but it's Elijah. On my camera. Next to me. After we touched hands. It's good enough for me.
I kept my hand in the position around the doubloon that he placed it for about an hour. Oddly enough, I was alergic to whatever was in the thing, so now I have this massive ring around my hand. I'm quite fond of it, despite the fact that I shouldn't be. We went outside where they had the "orginal" version of Sting signed by Elijah (I though he had it?). They were letting us take pictures with it, which I also have some of.
My mom took pictures with a real camera, which I hope turn out more productive than mine. Either way, Elijah Wood touched my hand. And at this point that's all that matters.
Will edit pictures up a little and post them, even though they suck ass. Will also post pictures after I frame the doubloon like the freak that I am.

One final time. Elijah Wood touched my hand. Wow.


The signs outside






Elijah on Stage (In which I am jumping up and down and so he's all blurry. I'm sure you guys know which one is him anyhow. XP









Elijah Right after I touched him. Glee!! Plus you can kinda make out the outfit, which was really awesome.



Me with the sword signed by Elijah. Three other people took pictures of me with the sword. O_O





The dabloon and the rash that came from it. x.x;;;





That rash is still there 3 hours later. I kinda hope it stays there forever. So I can always tell everyone that's it's from the dabloon that Elijah Wood handed to me. XD