….and I’m actually pretty happy about it. Unlike a lot of people, I actually think the questions were really telling about my personality. The introduction that I got to Hufflepuff house made me actually pretty happy and content to be in it. Hey, I’m with JK, the queen herself. I’d say I’m in good company :)
Oh, are you a Starkid? Awesome! See you at AVP3! Are you a Gleek that has an appreciation for Starkid because of Darren? AWESOME. I'LL SEE YOU AT AVP3. ARE YOU A HARRY POTTER FAN THAT HAS NEVER HEARD OF STARKID BUT INTERESTED IN CHECKING IT OUT? AWESOME. I'LL SEE YOU AT AVP3!! ARE. YOU. A. RANDOM. HOBO. ON. THE. SIDE. OF. THE. STREET. WITH. NO. IDEA. WHAT. STARKID. IS. BUT. WANTS. A. GOOD. LAUGH? FUCKING AWESOME AS HELL. I'LL SEE YOU AT MOTHERFUCKING AVP3.
Upon signing up for this thing, you gotta “agree to the terms of acceptance” or “accept the terms of agreement” or “eat the agree-filled term-pie” or something like that I don’t remember, but the point is you gotta read that freakin novel of fine print. Like I’m gonna read that when I could be doing cooler stuff like reading other shit contained in small text boxes. In that time of reading all those tearms I could eat like 3 snickers bars. And I would take my time. I bet you I could drink milk and shit too. Hey, I just had an epiphant. If anyone ever add “…and shit” to the end of their statement, it would look really funny on paper. EX: “dude he totally threw balls and shit, he was so pissed.” okay not only is that funny because some angry bitch threw balls, he also threw excrement. Man oh man wouldn’t that be something.
okay back to the terms of ashitment, I naturally read them. So apparently there’s an “abuse team.” That’s right folks, an abuse team. Now I don’t know if this is like a national sport or if it’s movin up or what but God as my witness there is a fuckin Abuse Team on this Earth. Their sole purpose is to is to aid you in your time of distress on LiveJournal. Is someone not reading your entries as much as you wish they did? Well I call that abuse… get their asses over there and they’ll take care of it.
So look, the moral of the story is, never read the terms of acrapment. You’ll get nowhere. Just lose yourself in ignorance and chocolate bars.
It will be fulfilling and complicated and hilarious and tiring and real. And fun. There will be work and alcohol and sex and public transportation and way more coffee than is healthy. There will be different cities within each year, and art, and better friends than I have now. There will be responsibility and sleep and maybe even, someday, children. And a crush like the one I have on you won’t matter at all.
But today I am 17 and unusually lonely for my age and you matter much more than you should.
you know, Glee doesn’t do much in the way of details of sex, just the before and after and sometimes some horizontal making out.
and as bad as i want the horizontal making out, i think what i really really really want is for Rachel to call some kind of emergency Glee club meeting on a weekend, and everybody gets there, and Rachel’s like “sit down” and Blaine just shifts a little and says very quietly “no, uh, i’ll stand.”
reblogging to add: bonus points if Kurt slaps him on the ass on the way past.