I hate Wes
I can’t believe it! I refuse to share my portion of the apple crumble they had at dining hall with him (it’s a rare delicacy at Dalton, there was next to none left) and he uploaded several of my old Disney covers to youtube. Those were for MY eyes only and now I am going to kill him. AFTER he takes my videos down. How did he even find them? my hair was a wreck of untamed curls back then, not to mention there is now an abundance of people with blackmail material on me. Great. At least I shocked the guys with the knowledge that my hair is not naturally plastic.
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Such a weird day…
I met an interesting member of our competition today. Let’s just say he would never make it as a professional spy but his attempt was SO adorable, the designer jacket was just a dead give-away.
Stupidly I led him right into a Wablers performance before I even realized he was a spy. I should have remembered that face from a video of New Directions at regionals, but something about it looked so different it took me a moment to notice. I had a nagging feeling of suspicion when he said his name was Kurt but he was so cute and nervous about the spying that I just… didn’t care.
In hindsight Teenage Dream was probably the stupidest song imaginable to sing in front of a guy I just met and he probably thinks I’m certifiably creepy, but hey, Katy Perry’s my girl and to be fair Teenage Dream was our set number well before Kurt walked down that tacky posh boy staircase.
I talked to Wes and David about taking Kurt out to coffee, which of course roused a chorus of ‘ooo-la-las’ from the pair of them. Sometimes I just don’t know what to do about those two. You should have seen Kurt’s face when we offered to take him out, it’s just a coffee but you’d have thought we were a gang of thugs or interogators from the look on his face. I was so glad we’d invited him out because I know that look, I recognise it from the mirror back in middle school, something’s up with the poor guy.
Somehow I had a fit of tact and sent the other two away so I could talk to Kurt alone. He’s so fragile journal. It’s like someone broke the fight in him. He reminds me of everything I used to be, so I swear I’m going to help him. Besides, Kurt’s a neat guy, I may have got a friend out of this.
Wes and David of course teased me mercilessly about the unfortunate song selection. You’d think I’d planned it or I just happened to know Kurt was gunna turn up for me to sing to the way they were going on. They had a point when they said I was looking Kurt’s way for most of the number, but it’s not like I was intentionally singing to him or anything… was I?
Of course once they’d progressed back to their actual ages Wes and David got serious and gave me the whole speech about how much I can tell him in regards to the Warblers. I like the guy but I’m not about to leak every bit of our Sectionals performance plans to him over lunch, Teenage Dream isn’t even on our set list so thats safe.
In other news my History teacher is obviously trying to kill me with the load of homework he’s been giving me, my grades aren’t the greatest too. It’s almost like my papers have been purposely graded harshly by the guy. I checked it out with Jeff and Logan (the absolute TOPS in history) and my paper was at least half as good as theirs. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was homophobic and singling me out. Don’t people ever grow out of homophobia? Surely a grown man should have enough maturity to not be so petty, but this is just a guess, I’m going to talk to the guy before I judge him.
I think I need a break
Blaineindiretas: Blaine, indiretas: Blaine Anderson, indiretas: Glee, indiretas: Klaine, indiretas: Roleplay,
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