Dear…Diary?
So my mom gave me this yesterday because apparently she thinks writing things down will, ya know, help my stress. If you can even call it 'stress'. I'm only really writing because maybe my great grandmother from Venezuela or whatever will tell me I'm some sort of princess. Then this journal will be published and I'll be all sorts of famous. I think being famous would be kinda cool.
Mr. Schue, he's always saying that if we work hard or whatever all us glee club kids will be stars one day. I mean, I know I could handle it because of my experience with the Biebs. But, like… Finn. Finn couldn't handle it at all. He's way too caught up with…like, sports and food and stuff. And girls. Like, all the girls. First he's all in love with Rachel, and now…ya know. Well, I'm over her anyways. Way too complicated…and I thought tying my shoes was hard.
But, speaking of girls, this reminds me of Santana. We ended things on the account of she thinks my lips are 'trouty.' I think she's with Karofsky (a total douche) at the moment, but apparently it was so Kurt could come back to McKinley. Which was kind of nice, I guess. Honestly, I really don't know Kurt very well- just that he's super talented and "trendy." He moved to Dalton not too long after I transferred, where he apparently has a boyfriend. I don't even understand how those guys can like other dudes. I mean…how can they tell? I don't think I get it. Oh, well.
SHIT. I'M MISSING STAR TREK.