Chapter 3
[Wow. It's been four months. I've actually been busy for one of those months, but the other three... pure, unadultured laziness. Hey Strange Emily, I looked at your profily-thing, and I remember reading your story. I liked it. Weezer rocks my socks off, and I plan on using Pinkerton at some point in this story. Anyway, I don't really know what to do with this chapter. It'll probably only be a few sentences long. I just thought that I needed to throw something out there and see if the cat licks it up. Emo isn't very popular anymore, so I'm kind of at a loss. I'll try my best to write the next chapter within a month or so. No Time To Waste is really good. Yeah, I'm babbling. I have plans for another fic, but not the talent nor the intestinal fortitude to write it. I might try to get some help with it. I've also been considering a Lizzie McGuire/ The West Wing crossover, but that probably won't happen, for the following reasons: a) I am lazy. b) I lack the mighty power of Sorkinese. c) All I can think of is the Matt n' Lanny subplot. I guess Lizzie could get the hots for Will or something (and who wouldn't?), but it's just wrong. Anyway, I'll stop rambling and write my pathetic excuse for a story now. R/R.]
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Gordo ran all the way home, trying to choke back tears the whole time. He burst through the door. Gordo's mom called out:
"Gordo? Is that you? Your new CDs arrived in the mail today. I put them in your room."
"Thanks!", Gordo choked out. When he reached his room, he couldn't bear it anymore. He started bawling, and was incredibly thankful for the soundproofing his parents had put up when he was in his Radiohead phase.
After he had cryed himself out, he glanced over at his CDs. Needing music to calm him, he popped in the first one he saw, Dashboard Confessional.
After the first few chords, he started crying with renewed vigor.
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[Yes, I know that that sucked and wasn't funny, but I'm saving the funny for later chapters, if I ever remember to write them, which I won't. Sorry. Maybe over Spring Break, if you're lucky. Actually, you'd be luckier if I forgot to finish, as you wouldn't have to read this crap anymore. I apologize for my marginaly amusing stories.]
[Wow. It's been four months. I've actually been busy for one of those months, but the other three... pure, unadultured laziness. Hey Strange Emily, I looked at your profily-thing, and I remember reading your story. I liked it. Weezer rocks my socks off, and I plan on using Pinkerton at some point in this story. Anyway, I don't really know what to do with this chapter. It'll probably only be a few sentences long. I just thought that I needed to throw something out there and see if the cat licks it up. Emo isn't very popular anymore, so I'm kind of at a loss. I'll try my best to write the next chapter within a month or so. No Time To Waste is really good. Yeah, I'm babbling. I have plans for another fic, but not the talent nor the intestinal fortitude to write it. I might try to get some help with it. I've also been considering a Lizzie McGuire/ The West Wing crossover, but that probably won't happen, for the following reasons: a) I am lazy. b) I lack the mighty power of Sorkinese. c) All I can think of is the Matt n' Lanny subplot. I guess Lizzie could get the hots for Will or something (and who wouldn't?), but it's just wrong. Anyway, I'll stop rambling and write my pathetic excuse for a story now. R/R.]
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Gordo ran all the way home, trying to choke back tears the whole time. He burst through the door. Gordo's mom called out:
"Gordo? Is that you? Your new CDs arrived in the mail today. I put them in your room."
"Thanks!", Gordo choked out. When he reached his room, he couldn't bear it anymore. He started bawling, and was incredibly thankful for the soundproofing his parents had put up when he was in his Radiohead phase.
After he had cryed himself out, he glanced over at his CDs. Needing music to calm him, he popped in the first one he saw, Dashboard Confessional.
After the first few chords, he started crying with renewed vigor.
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[Yes, I know that that sucked and wasn't funny, but I'm saving the funny for later chapters, if I ever remember to write them, which I won't. Sorry. Maybe over Spring Break, if you're lucky. Actually, you'd be luckier if I forgot to finish, as you wouldn't have to read this crap anymore. I apologize for my marginaly amusing stories.]
