Apr 6, 2016
Stop crying. You're gonna be okay.
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Stop crying. You're gonna be okay.
Siemers
S/O to my homie Siemers for teaching me how to conduct.
Siemers: So I said to my mom, that I was planning on naming my kid. Brian Joseph.
Tessie: Mhm.
Siemers: And she said. 'What! That's stupid! His initials would be BJS! Who names a kid....' And then she stopped and said 'Oh. I named you that.'
You know what's really hot?
Conducting.
I just remembered a dress rehearsal I had like my senior year of highschool the day before the Christmas concert.
And Siemers was pissed because the glee girls were a mess and didn't know when to come in or anything in general. So he had to conduct them and us. By that point the orchestra didn't need serious conducting just some cues.
But anyway, He conducted us and the glee girls at the same Time. And I remember being so amazed and turned on.
And I just re-remembered that. Freaked out and was like holy shit that was so hot. Omg
Conductors are so attractive.
Tessie: You know what I don't mind?
Siemers: What?
Tessie: Vomitting. It's sort of a nice feeling actually.
Siemers: What. You're saying you don't mind vomiting
Tessie: Well I'm not saying that I'm a fucking bulimic. But like when I'm sick or something. It's alright-
Siemers: You're fucking weird. Y'know that?
Tessie: Shhh.
I just remembered when I came to your office sobbing because the guidance department didn't send my transcript to CW. And I walked in just like "SIEMERSSSSSS. I'M I'M I'M NOT GOING TO COLLEGEEEEEEEEEE" And you were like "What. the. Fuck. is wrong. with. you." and I stood there screaming and sobbing. And you had to call the guidance department for me and then you were like "STOP CRYING. YOU'RE GOING TO COLLEGE. SHUT UP. IT'S NOT YOU'RE FAULT. EVERYTHING GOING TO BE OKAY. SHHHH." and I wouldn't stop and then you told me to go downstairs to the guidance department to deal with it. And you made sure that the nuns mailed out my stuff that afternoon.
I just remembered that. God. Why were you the best friend I've ever had?