truly lazy saturday. spent most of the day in bed with youtube and a very potter musical (done with act 1). it was loading uber slowly so inbetween that i googled/tumblr'd darren criss (he's dreamy, acts, plays 6 instruments, sings, writes songs and is funny...supermegafoxyawesomehot!). it was one of those get obsessed with something...get to know the cast..find them on twitter and see what else they do on youtube days...and these guys have shit loads of videos up. i probably havent made a dent. so yeah the video i just watched was a documentary style youtube vid about brian rosenthal. now yesterday i didnt know brian rosenthal.. or about his (quirrell's) bromance with voldemort aka. joe walker. or that joey richter was/is his flatmate. more names.
this is brian:
this is so stalkerly. but then i am a stalker by nature. often i wish i could participate in real life stakeouts of random people. like a picnic in a car with binoculars and notemaking! timed intricate notes in a detecting notebook. like veronica mars meets tmz and harriet the spy. id use my dictaphone too..if only the sound of my recorded voice didnt piss me off so much.
annnd now im thinking back to sillier times. good times. they happened and that is awesome. or should i say totally awesome.
"I can't go to Pigfarts, it's on Mars. You need a rocket ship. Do you have a rocket ship Potter? I bet you do. You know not all of us inherited enough money to buy out NASA when our parents died. Look at this! Look at this! Look at rocket ship Potter. Starkid Potter. Moonshoes Potter. Traversing the galaxy for intergalactic travels to Pigfarts!"