No Direction.

I was in no way prepared for that musical accompaniment. Did someone get confused about what they were doing in the sound department? I was absolutely prepared for some plinky piano sounds and some French lady chanteuse-ing all over the place.

NOEL KAHN.

OH GOOD ME TOO. Except I just dissolved into laughter. It's too late for critical thinking.

It totally was not worth it. I sought these out to soften the blow of losing 4 hours of my life to that disaster. Pot + Community = INFINITELY BETTER. (I hope my jealousy isn't too stifling...It's pretty potent.)

Grimes and 2 Chainz wore the same pants. It's pretty cute.

As always, my favorite thing about these shows is the inevitable onslaught of Tumblr posts with amazing photoshop jobs/comparisons/tweets/gifs. I am going to share them with you now, starting with the best (the rest are in the replies because I don't want to make y'all scroll forever down the comments):

I forced myself to sit through Beauty and the Briefcase only for the majesty of the romantic comedy version of Reverend Steve Newlin. (P.S. The Lizzie McGuire Movie was my and my best friend's secret love-shame movie in high school. We performed and sang the finale song together like 100 times in her basement at 3 AM…

I just watched Heathers for, like, the 12th time last night and the mere mention of Christian Slater, genitally focused though it may be, has sent me in a tail spin. I cannot decide if he is sexy or not. I seriously spend each viewing of that movie being simultaneously attracted to/grossed out by him.

I'd honestly rather see a show on Martha.

Leighton Meester is a treasure and words can't express how much that photo of her with Adam Brody makes me want to have a celebratory drink. In the most weirdly invasive way. They both charm the shit out of me.

You know what is way more frustrating than being asked what my ethnicity is? When people ask my friends what my ethnicity is. Here, in short list format, is a sampling of things that people have asked my friends:

LEON TROTSKY, OBVIOUSLY.

Tyra would have a great many things* to say about his lack of a neck in this photo.

Jesus Christ on a cronut, is the lighting really shitty or is that cronut chocolate flavored? Why am I unable to tell? Why is it so agitating that I can't tell? Where's my margarita?