I was on my home from class earlier today and–side note and small piece of advice: don’t get lost in anything else you’re doing when you’re walking in the city, lest you get lost in the city–I was digging through my bag to find my wallet and got all kinds of freaked out when I thought I lost it. The point is, I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up outside of one of the most fascinating antique shops I’ve ever seen in my life. I found my wallet and then proceeded to blow a bit of money on a bunch of really cool knick knacks these guys had.
And possibly a cronut considering my wrong turn also put me right in eyesight of a bakery that looked and smelled too good to pass up. It’s been much too long, my buttery, flaky friend.
It’s like the core of everything last week carried over into this week. The Warblers lost, but the worst part of it all is that on top of all the hard work we put into it, I wasn’t even there to see their performance because I was trapped in a non-functioning elevator for roughly 24 hours.
But congratulations to the New Directions. You guys were amazing, you sounded great, and I’m glad I was at least able to be there to see your performance.
And I have my first interview on Friday. I’ve read a couple of reviews of the show online, in magazines, and in the paper, but I’ve never…sat down and actually talked to anyone about it. I think it’s just going to be a little online post that probably won’t even get much traffic, but it’s still really neat.
I mean, if I’m being completely honest, I was ready to graduate with last year’s graduating class. Don’t get me wrong, my senior year has been amazing, despite a few bumps in the road, but….the point is, it has been an exceedingly long year and I’m ready to move on with my life.
Am I crazy? Has this not seemed like the longest year of our lives, or is that just me?
Mind saying something cheesy and beautiful about your husband? >:)
Do I mind? Anon, have we been introduced? I’m Blaine Anderson(-Hummel) and saying cheesy but beautiful things about Kurt is sort of in my DNA. It’s definitely in my job description as husband.
I suppose it really depends on how cheesy but wonderful we’re looking at? There’s calling him the love of my life and the star of my galaxy to waxing poetic on the color of his eyes and the fact that it still makes my heart race every time he smiles in my direction and calls me his husband.
There are levels that dictate my cheesiness. On the whole though and on a slightly more serious note - Kurt’s always been the one thing in my life I struggle a little to compose words about. Not because he’s not important (obviously) he is to me, but sometimes the things you cherish the most in the world can be the hardest to describe. Nothing feels quantifiable enough to suit them.
Kurt’s my love. In a very simple, sweet, uncomplicated way that’s what he is to me. Love.
Today was such a long day—so much longer than I planned for. The Warblers kind of freaked out after watching Vocal Adrenaline’s invitationals performance and we’ve been we’ve been working twice as hard in an effort to at least level the playing field. I wanted to end rehearsals after an extra forty five minutes and instead we ended up running through our set list for another hour and a half.
I wasn’t even an active participant in all the run-throughs we did and I'm exhausted.
I did most of the decorating on Monday, but since then I’ve just been adding the finishing touches whenever I’ve had time to. My Christmas decorations are all up and I went on a very small shopping spree where I found several holiday-patterned bow ties, and even a pair of suspenders.