Well, fancy that--
Once upon a time I was fifteen and had a consuming crush on a boy named Nathan F. We went to high school together and he was the first guy I stumbled across that endeared me. He just seemed interesting and worth knowing; his introversion made him all the more appealing to me. It probably didn’t…
When I Become a Millionaire:
I’m going to randomly gift concert tickets and party buses to kids bummed out all across the world who can’t afford to go see their favorite band or can’t convince their parents/friends to go with them to the show.
Just gonna round up the fandom in your city, ya know.
"HOP IN LOSER! WE’RE ABOUT TO ROCK THIS BITCH F’REAL!"
You know, I’m not really sure what exactly the perfect date would be. I know that I really enjoy exploring and learning when I’m on my own—so, when I find someone who also enjoys venturing outside the mundane and taking on the challenge of being outside their element and/or learning something new to enrich their life experience—I usually start to fall in love with that person (romantically or platonically.)
I’ve noticed that when I’m in the middle of doing something alongside good company it’s easier for me to communicate myself clearly and focus on building my relationship with that person. I think it helps me appreciate my companions and understand them more thoroughly, you know? I get scatterbrained and disorganized a lot and I don’t want my relationships to suffer for that.
So, yeah that’s that.