So this weekend, I decided, screw homework. Yes, I realise that i was on the ropes course for three days out the the week last week and missed two of my most difficult days class-wise, but hey, I had hella fun with the freshmen telling them the things that they were not allowed to do.... and then doing them myself. :]
Thus, last night I was allowed to half watch the olympics, and half watch the episode of Glee that has slowly been taking over in my mind as the best one so far - Wheels. For those of you who are not nearly as obsessed with Glee as some *cough*me*cough* are, Wheels is the episode where the entire cast of Glee is required to sit in a wheelchair for at least three hours of the day at school to understand how Arty feels when he has to get around school. This is also the episode where Arty sings "Dancing with Myself" (which is amazing and gorgeous, but I'll get into that later) and when Kurt and Rachel do a diva-off to figure out who will be singing the Defying Gravity solo. Kurt is definitely my favorite out of the pair, even though, honestly, I get where Rachel is coming from. But, regardless of my undying love for all things Wicked, Arty's solo "Dancing with myself" is my favorite part of the whole episode.
As a music freak myself, I believe that Arty has a beautiful voice that kind of gives me chills whenever I listen to it. The low gravelly tone that he somehow creates is gorgeous and... well, orgasmic, honestly. It certainly doesn't hurt that Kevin McHale is something of a sexy beast. (He's my imaginary boyfriend for Singles Awareness Day, and continuing until I actually get a real boyfriend - this may be next year, so I'm looking forward to a long-term fling with Kevin). So of course this morning I enjoyed a little indulgence on my way to school and blasted Dancing with Myself and Proud Mary, two of the songs with the most Arty in them. Ahhhhh.

A little blurb, because I really should be working on my independent study:

Valentine's Day spent with the 'rents
makes it a lot easier to ignore the fact
that there is no SO in the picture.
My parents kind of act all
"cutsie" and "couple-y" all the time
to try to get a rise out of me anyways,
and the chocolate gifts aren't so bad.
So I blast my Glee music,
watch the Olympics,
and count down the days until college.