Despite what some might believe, I am not frighteningly obsessed with Jimmy Fallon. I enjoy him, I do, I'll admit that much. I love to watch him on SNL.... I don't know why he is invading my brain while I sleep. Crazy.
Anyway, we're working together with some other SNL cast members (I think Tina Fey and Ana Gasteyer) and the kids in my drama class. We were trying to put together this performance of 3 one-act plays (my drama class really is doing that right now) and all was chaos. For some reason we were back in my elementary school auditorium (why I keep dreaming about that I do not knooooow), and Jimmy and I were hanging out in full out sweatsuits. Man we were cool. We sat at the edge of the stage and he was tired so he just kind of slumped against me and put his arms around me. I almost smack him because I thought he was touching my breast but then I decided he was just holding a stack of folders... why that made sense at the time I do not know.
At some point he and I decide to grab some paints (maybe to paint the sets... I don't know), and end up having a paint fight. He first turns to me as he's talking and slaps a wad of blue paint into my hair with a brush. I grab a tube of pink paint and squirt him from a good distance away. Then a big glob of my pink paint lands on the floor because he dodged out of the way. (Not really dodged, my aim was off, so as he saw it coming he just spread his legs and it landed between his feet). From there we went wild and paint was everyfreakingwhere. We spent some minutes feeling guilty, then didn't anymore and decided not to bother cleaning it up. As we were leaving, I had to fight through a crowd of people to say goodbye to him, and once I got to him (he was walking away with Tina Fey...that rhymes), I nudged him with my elbow fairly roughly and asked him about doing something together at some point... before I got an answer I had already left the building and was walking home past of bunch of joggers.
