Stop me if I’ve already told you this, but one day I would really like someone to buy ties for. I like looking at ties in stores, I like touching them. Sometimes I want to buy them because they’re so nice, but it would be a waste of money because I have no interest in wearing them myself. But if I was dating someone who liked wearing ties, I would gift them with ties all the time. Just because.
I hate it when I hear questionable noises from the rooms on either side of mine because my brain automatically assumes it’s sex.
Then again, whenever the dudes in this hallway are being particularly rowdy and obnoxious, I just imagine that they’re having rough gay sex that’s messing with their supposedly hetero minds, and I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me, but that actually makes me less annoyed.
The Breaking of the Fellowship — Howard Shore
Confession: Sometimes I just listen to this song and cry.
Early morning Tumblr confession:
Sometimes I imagine in alternate reality in which I’d gone to OU to be in Scripps. I was accepted at one of the nation’s top journalism schools, but I chose a more intimate campus instead. It’s terrible, but I’m happier in that alternate universe. Then again, the realities we make up are always better. It’s not like I’m unhappy here, for the most part. I don’t know what I’d do if I hadn’t met the people I’d met. Met other people, I guess. I’m glad I’m here, but I still can’t help imagining.
Late-morning Tumblr confession:
There are too many real-life people on here now. I can’t bitch about anything.
Useless Tumblr confession:
“Into the West” from Return of the King comforts me in the saddest way, which I guess is kind of the point. But there’s one particular spot — shift your focus just for a second and it’s gone — that always makes my heart wobbly:
Don’t say we have come now to the end
White shores are calling; you and I will meet again
I don’t even think I really believe in any kind of afterlife. But these lyrics are so beautiful and so sad that I want to believe and maybe, for the duration of this song, I do.
Tumblr confession:
Throughout the end of elementary school and all of middle school, all I wore were black pants, like dress pants from the girls’ section. When I reached ninth grade I wore a pair once — on the second day of school — and felt so stupid the whole day that I never wore them again. Now all I wear are jeans. One day in June I wore a dress for a music jury and thought about wearing it for the rest of the day, but chickened out.
Useless confession: I CAN. NOT. STAND to see pictures of Dianna Agron as Quinn Fabay in this Gaga costume. It’s those damn pink eyelash feather things. They make we want to RIP THEM OFF OF HER EYELIDS. It makes me itchy and uncomfortable and some part of me wants to start sobbing and I don’t even entirely understand why. Just…make the eyelashes go away. Make them go away! I hate them. I hate them so much, and I’m telling you, Dianna Agron is lucky I wasn’t there on set during the filming of that episode because her real eyelashes and eyelids would have been in so much danger from me ripping those damn things off!
MY BIGGEST TUMBLR CONFESSION YET
So big I had to do it in vlog style. Just for Vi. Actually, I don’t think ze’ll be all that pleased that this is the particular blog that I decided to create after all of zir encouragement, but this has been eating at me for awhile now and I just had to confess.
