So here's something.

I hung out for a bit after frantically running next door to Miranda's during the commercial break to watch the rest of Punk'd because I maybe, maybe could've done it alone if it had been just Justin but then the wankers got his mom and Trace in on it too, and that was going to be too much for my mere little self to handle. I don't do well with practical jokes, and there was a split second in the teaser segment wherein Justin made the saddest expression I've ever seen a human being make that just broke my heart and there wasn't going to be any enduring it alone. They took his motorcycles! Though he seemed disproportionately upset about the Escalade. Is anyone else wholly unimpressed by those things? Much too bulky and gas-guzzling for any sort of practical transport. Liked Trace's comment as to its estimated worth of $12,000. "Yeah, maybe the tires." Heh. I have 17-inch rims and a car that requires practically racing-quality and definitely unguaranteed tires, so yeah, that's about right.

Get this. I was too lazy to take my stuff from the trunk of my car across a parking lot and up a flight of stairs to my dorm before moving my car so it wouldn't get ticketed in the morning. However, I was not, in fact, too lazy to schlep said stuff from the Graham parking lot, uphill across campus to achieve the same purpose.

...

Yeah, sometimes I'm eccentric and strange.

And occasionally redundant.


Ian McKellen is hosting SNL this Saturday! Spread the delightful insanity to come!

Heh. I think this is why I was obsessing about the details.

Hoping that somehow the sum of its parts would make the whole. But now, the whole works, too.

I realized I kept trying to tell Lance's story. Mind you, there wouldn't have been any good way of doing so with how I had it, so really the fact that I managed to turn the entire damn story on its ear in the span of two hours is a good thing. Mmm-hm. Besides, Joey's the one who comes to change. Lance just falls in love.

Do something pretty while you can
Don't be a fool
Reading the Gospel to yourself is fine

Do something pretty while you can
Don't be afraid
Skating a pirouette on ice is cool
-Belle and Sebastian, We Rule the School

Although the theme will be David Gray's This Year's Love. My god that song is gorgeous. And hopeful! Wallow in the happy with me, if that's rhetorically possible.

It's also interesting that I no longer feel the whole thing giving me an ulcer even as I think about it.

What's funny is that all this came about because I was having a problem with reconciling Joey and JC having been friends for three years before Lance even entered either one of their lives in this reality, much less mine. I asked myself if it was absolutely necessary for JC to be Lance's roommate, and as soon as that was decidedly not the case, everything else fell into place.

I have a remarkable ability to be utterly oblivious to the existence of other options once I've made my mind up about something.


ETA: Lyrics for the former incarnation of this story that will someday be written:
Heaven's just a rumor [s]he'll dispel
as [s]he walks me through the nicest parts of hell