The attack of my inner fangirl

Had an...interesting dream featuring Jensen Ackles last night. As this blog is already pushing the limits of PG-13, I won't go into details (cue wicked grin), but suffice to say, it was NC-17. I think I've yet to have a non-$3% dream about Jensen Ackles aka snarky, smoldering, supernatural phenomena busting Dean Winchester from my newest fave show Supernatural. He really inspires that aspect, doesn't he? Had a Tru Calling-themed dream a while back, and there was nothing vaguely sexual about it, coz although Eliza Dushku is a beautiful woman, she's got one too many X chromosomes to be my type. God, but as one magazine put it, Jensen just exudes this animal quality that makes it hard to think about anything but that. For me, at least. The man is not just extremely hot, oh no, nothing as banal as that. He is rip-roaring, raging, burning white-hot hot...(disappears into a Jensen-induced coma for the next five minutes)...okay, now that I have thoroughly  embarrassed myself and exhausted my supply of adjectives to describe a conflagration, I'll get to the point. So, I have this dream, and I decide I totally need a Jensen fix. Since the Supernatural season one reruns are way past my bedtime, I go online and YouTube it for my fix. And can you believe what I discovered? A clip of Jensen Ackles singing! At a wedding! Very well! Okay, so he was actually harmonizing, and you actually only see that it's him in like the first five seconds of the clip, but my God. Chills, major chills. My stomach did a tiny somersault, and then it just completely flipped over in awe. That boy can sing! I was floored and am now completely in love with the song Crazy Love, from Van Morrison. So of course, that started the search for more Jensen singing and tada! There he is, in a season two moment, giving REO Speedwagon a run for their money, crooning Can't Fight this Feeling Anymore and making me swoon something awful. Seriously, beautiful people have got to leave something for the cosmetically different to excel at. The boy can act, the boy can sing, the boy can pose...what's left for us non-gorgeous folk? Pie-baking? Competitive eating? Scrimshaw? Oh, well, I can't stay upset too long with this sexy specimen of humanity. Oh my Lord, I am officially the biggest, most high school, most pathetic fangirl that ever lived. Forgive me for temporarily converting my blog into a mini-shrine to the man who portrays Dean Winchester. I promise you it's not permanent, by any means, but I just need to see those chiseled features a bit more than usual. I get that way when I'm under stress. (And if you're reading this and going, "What? I don't see any pictures of the guy", then know I've already taken it all down. Breathe a sigh of relief.) Also, I don't usually post addresses to things, but I have just got to share the clip of Jensen singing. He's doing backup for Jason Manns, and yes, I'm more than a bit biased, but he sounds amazing. If you're interested, here you go: Voila! Okay, okay, enough gushing. Sorry for anyone searching for a post on something relevant. My deepest apologies, but everyone's gotta have their teen nuttiness moments, right?Final thought: Stress does a strange thing to a person's sleep cycle, like introducing sexy celebrities into them. Hey, no complaints here!