Dear JOURNAL,
So, I decided against the whole calling this a diary thing. My little sister, Stacey, she found it and laughed at me cuz, according to legend, only girls write in diaries. I think 'Journal' sounds a lot manlier anyhow. (Didn't, like, Sanjaya from American Idol keep a journal?) Anyways, apparently only girls can be princesses too…which kinda throws the idea of me becoming one out the window. That's a tad short of depressing.
But what's really disappointing is that I don't have a date for prom yet. I can't even fathom why, because…well, I'm all sorts of awesome. My lips may be trouty, sure…but there's more to me than that. At least I think so.
I guess I could have gone with Rachel. But she's just so…obnoxious. And I dunno. I think she would just talk the whole night about how her dress was the prettiest one because it was shipped here all the way from like, Australia, and was hand embroidered. I bet we wouldn't even make out. Not that I'm saying I would want to make out with Rachel. Puck says she bites… Not that that's the only reason I wouldn't make out with her in the first place. I'm not that guy. Well, I guess it depends which way you look at it.
Speaking of guys…well, not that I was really talking about them before…but, I wonder if Blaine (Kurt's boyfriend) and Kurt are going to prom together. If they do, do you think they'd both wear tuxes? Or would Kurt wear a dress? …If that's even legal.
Nevertheless, Kurt's been pretty nice lately giving me clothes and stuff. Quinn, too. I mean- Quinn's not giving me clothes- that would be weird. She's just been babysitting the youngsters while the 'rents look for work. It was nice of them. Kinda got things stirred up in glee club, though. Everyone thought I, ya know, was playing for the other team. Which is, like, incredibly random.
The truth is, I'm just poor. It kinda sucks. But yeah, I'm not gonna bore you with all that and instead I guess I'll work on homework.
…Or on second thought, I'd rather not.