𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 !

okay, you've got a point there. and, don't get me wrong, i think you guys should totally give it your all, but it's not worth sacrificing your health over, you know? i think some of you guys are a little too dedicated to the grind, in a really dangerous way. no matter how much work you put in, you can't control everything. at some point you've just kind of got to call it and know you did all you reasonably could.

I have been way too distracted lately being holed up in my room with my notebook and guitar. But I have some great songs written. My mom says they're great anyway and that's really what matters. Is everyone else excited for invitationals? I know New Directions is absolutely ready to kick butt.

mama knows best. ...well, your mom, at least, i'm assuming. think the general public will ever get a chance to hear some of those tunes?

It's kinda fucked up we don't have more indoor pools around here. How am I supposed to get my MILF on when I got no pools to clean? If anyone's got a hot mom and an indoor pool, have 'em hit me up. I have a good deal running for hotties only.

i have... well, neither, but i know where you can get access to both. if you can promise me you'll be chill about it, i'll put in a good word for you and hook you up.

Ha ha. The sarcasm really got me for a moment there. How does one get it 'checked out' per se?

...a doctor, maybe? i don't know, i didn't really put too much thought into the semantics of my joke, if i'm being real.

I find that any kind of time capsule is a gift and you should definitely go back to it someday and see how much you might have grown since first starting out as a songwriter. Even if it is just for yourself as you say. I mean, me, personally, I'm still at a total crossroads and have no idea what I'm going to do with my life but it's certainly going to involve a piano. As for a little teenage angst? I know I don't exactly look the part but I, too, have been there.

you know, i like that better as a descriptor than cringefest, like i've been using in my head. you're kind of like a walking positive affirmation book. i wish i could be more like that.

Is 'doofus' still a word people use in the 2020s? When did I give bad energy?

i believe i just did. that's an answer to both of your questions, actually.

If we're going to make it to Regionals, I seriously think we need to add more Cheerios practices. Our routines have been embarrassing at best and I'm surprised Coach is even putting up with us at this point. Everyone on the team needs to get their act together and actually try instead of putting in the bare minimum and hoping we coast our way to the Nationals trophy.

i'm no expert - and, completely biased, because i've never seen a cheerleading routine i didn't fully enjoy - but i think you might be getting a little hard on yourself there. you guys have always been awesome, and i'm not just saying that because i'm still holding out on finding the megan to my graham. you've got it in the bag, seriously.

No one even look at me right now. I'm so mortified. I tried to step out of my comfort zone, and I downloaded Tinder. The first message I got? "Hey baby, you'd be fuckable if you took those Hot Topic hair extensions out and dressed normal." The second? "Be my big-titty goth girlfriend, mommy." So, safe to say I deleted the app. I don't even have big boobs!

sorry, that was me. i'm shocked it didn't work on you.

I don't think I have ever even gotten any lyrics out that didn't seem like garbage or sound like complete gibberish so we are probably on opposite ends of that spectrum for as far I'm concerned. How long have you been writing your own music?

actually, i think we're on the same one. i might write a lot, but i don't think any of it is really... good. not yet, at least. it's more of a cathartic thing, than some sort of career aspiration. i've never really been much of a diary person, but... i dunno, putting it to a little tune in my head seemed to help me express myself back in high school, in a way i couldn't out loud, you know? i'm sure it'd just be totally cringe if i actually read any of it today, though. i really was an emo little bitch back then.

Can’t I? I believe I just did. Interesting theory. I’m assuming that makes you an interesting person yourself. I wish I could say drugs did it for me.

i didn't mean literally, doofus. i just meant that, if you do, i'm gonna call you out on it, okay? no need for the 'tude, dude.

Definitely should have talked to you about it first, but it sounds like you're in so hopefully I'm forgiven for being inconsiderate of my favorite roomie.

listen, as long as i'm included, we're all good. grudges aren't really my thing anyway.

Sometimes it seriously bothers me when there’s this unfinished melody that’s been stuck inside my brain for weeks but then suddenly, its conclusion hits me over my morning coffee or right in the middle of class and it’s perfect. Like today, for example, I was merely browsing the seventies rock section at Between The Sheets in quest of some Billy Joel before I had to call off my shopping spree and get to a piano at once. Which, I guess I could easily revisit another day but — totally inconvenient.  

that's oddly kind of adorable - but, honestly? i kind of get it. i keep a notebook with me at all times in case lyrics suddenly strike. ...but most of mine are pretty much garbage. i bet you're a lot better with the tunes than i am at... you know, rhyming.

Now that my favorite holiday is over, I can move on to celebrating my other favorite holiday: my birthday. My new problem at hand: what am I supposed to do with my fake ID once I turn twenty-one? And how does one celebrate their twenty-first birthday when they've been drinking since they were a teenager? Which speaking of, I miss France and their leniency on legal drinking ages.

and here i thought you would have had some whole fancy shindig already planned out. like, a rented mansion out by the lake, one that lowkey gives us the vibes that the whole thing's gonna end in a murder mystery, but it's almost worth it because the place is so extravagant and the tunes are bumping, and one of your fancy european friends and i fall in love and - oh! plot twist - it turns out she's a princess.

Now that the craziness of Halloween has settled down, I need to settle back into a proper routine. Focussing on school, the Warblers, lacrosse and wrestling. It was certainly fun but for the first time ever I'm finding it hard to crack down again. Is anyone else struggling to find that motivation?

nope. i think you're actually the first person had a problem with concentration. it's never happened before. you might want to get that checked out.

Would it be too ambitious of me to try and host a Friends-giving this year? It's the first year I don't have to endure the Brown family Thanksgiving and while I imagine most of you are spending the day of with your loved ones, maybe we can have a potluck the weekend before. I have never been to a potluck but I have heard a lot of good things about them.

hey, you can count me in. assuming i'm invited, but... it'd be kind of cruel of you to not invite me, since that'd mean i'd have to just be stuck in my room all day, smelling turkey i'm not allowed to eat.

I knew Ohio had a rep for being bland, but sweet jesus, simply walking around this town is like being stuck inside a never-ending torture device. I asked my darling landlady for recommendations on stuff to do during the weekend and she said bumper bowling? Who the fuck goes bumper bowling? Why a bumper, specifically? What century is this?

no offense, dude, but you can't exactly come to a small town and complain about it being a small town. i get it, trust me, city life is more exciting - i prefer it too, personally, but it's kind of like... you've either gotta find a way to enjoy yourself, or keep on moving. if you yourself are interesting enough... it shouldn't really matter where you are.