Dear Journal,
Okay so I'm really tired and kinda want to get to bed but I just have to write down all the stuff that happened while it's still fresh in my noggin. So, I just got back from Prom… and it was, like, crazy. I swear I saw more people crying than when I watched Titanic for the first time at my cousin's birthday party- and there were like a bazillion 13 year olds girls there with crushes on Leonardo da Vinci. So, yeah, that means lots of tears.
I kinda felt bad for Santana and Quinn because they worked so hard and all to be Prom Queen. But in a way, they had that coming for sures. I think Kurt deserved it most anyways. I don't really understand why he was so upset… was it because the crown was all plasticy and stuff?
But yeah, everyone kinda got emotional over the whole thing. Even Finn and that Jesse kid (Brittany says he's Mr. Shue's son) got into a fight. Like, one with punches. I guess I can understand where they're coming from and all; because sometimes I get so mad I just have to punch something. Like Karofsky. Speaking of the tool, where did he go when he was supposed to be dancing with Kurt? (He won Prom King. Weird, I know.) I swear that guy's one of the sketchiest dudes out there…maybe he's just a magician.
But I didn't really have to deal with the whole drama of it all cause I was too busy getting my dance on with Mercedes. She's really an awesome chick, and she looked so good tonight. I really hope she had as much fun as I did. Ya see, Rachel, Jesse, Mercedes, and me—we all went together as friends. But so I'm told, Jesse kinda got too friendly with Rachel, hence the whole Finn-Schuester Jr. fight.
So, yeah. I also sang FRIDAY with Puck and Artie. Best. Song. Ever.
I'm thinking about making 'The Rebecca Black Experience.' What do you think?