Post by mimi riter on Aug 11, 2010 22:00:45 GMT -5
Love is empty,love is cruel,love it blindly breaks the rules.
(How could you have been a fool?)
IT'S SOMETHING ALL OF US GO THROUGH
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
So, there was a little nagging voice in the back of my mind that told me what I was doing was wrong. I tuned it out, of course, because it strikingly resembled that of my best friend in New York City, who I was currently mad at for turning out to be straight. It sounds silly, I know, but you probably just don’t understand it. I wrote him off as gay when we first met at age fourteen. How could he not be? He was tall and scrawny and liked show tunes as much as I did. He made corny jokes and wore themed sweaters at Christmastime and forced me to sit down and suffer through Degrassi marathons until my twenty first birthday when I threatened him while drunk or something. I don’t know. But three months ago he got engaged (to a pretty tough woman, though, so he is the girl in the relationship) and I was still irked at the thought that I’d felt comfortable enough to sleep over at his house when we were teenagers. But seriously, I thought he liked dick. Not that I have any problem with a person’s sexuality, I just hate being wrong.
Anyways, once I tuned him out, I was doing fine. After the first day of school I had decided that a GPS system would be a good investment until I figured out how to get around this stupid state, so I was pretty good in that regard. After talking some with Will Schuester and doing some sneaky investigation, I found out that Vocal Adrenaline was the team to beat. Four national titles in a row and I just had to check them out, being a Glee Club (and Broadway, can’t forget that) veteran myself. So I googled a bit, punched the Carmel High address into the handy dandy machine, switched the voice so it had that sexy Australian accent and it was male, then set off towards the school.
I guess I was just doing some spying more for my sake than for New Directions. I probably wouldn’t even mention to Will that I had done this. I know that people always say that curiosity killed the cat, but it’s a damn good thing I’m not a cat, because while it’d be pretty badass to be able to always land on my feet and to have nine lives, it also meant that I could explore the curiosity without dropping dead. I wonder what would have happened during my brief sexuality exploration my Junior year of college if I had been a cat. Would the lesbian have pulled out a gun and shot me? Pushed me out the window? ... Burned all of my bras? Couldn't help but shudder at the thought. Not the thought of the lesbian thing -- I felt pretty understood then, that one week I bothered -- but the bra burning thing. I liked my undergarments and as a college student, I wouldn't have had money to go buy more. Maybe my not-actually-gay best friend would have done it. I still thought he was gay back then so I would've bribed him a sock or something so he could masturbate in peace. But anyways, I’d have lost all nine lives by age six if I’d been a cat. Probably before, I couldn’t remember that far back. I couldn’t even remember what I had for lunch yesterday.
… If I did have lunch. Did I eat? Oh, whatever.
I’m small. Being four foot eight gave me the ability to spy pretty easily, so I guess I had that going for me. I slipped into the auditorium the back way, sure enough witnessing a rather loud performance up on stage. I settled into an auditorium seat in the back row, leaning back and crossing my right leg over my left. Fixating my gaze upon Vocal Adrenaline, I began to observe and critique.
They were good. I mean, it was to be expected, having been National Champions and everything. I still thought my team had been better, but then again, I didn’t really like admitting that anyone else was better than me. It wasn’t that I was arrogant, I just… Had some issues. Anyways, their dancing was obviously their strong point. The vocals, while good, was obscured by flashy moves and flips and spins and there wasn’t a whole lot of emphasis on it. But they pulled it off pretty well.
Bastards.
Absentmindedly chewing on my thumbnail, I slumped down, continuing to watch.
(T A G ? !) james.
( W O R D S ? !) 771.
( S T A T U S ? !) complete.
( O U T F I T ? !) here.
( N O T E S ? !) sorry, i rambled a lot.
( C R E D I T ? !) this lovely code was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the classic crime
[/right]