Dear Journal,
So… Sue Sylvester's sister died the other day. She was this really cute, older lady with some sort of illness and the New Directions sang at her funeral. It was really sad, if you know what I mean. We sang that song from Willy Wonka because it was her favorite movie. There were mushrooms and chocolate fountains around her casket, too. (note: If I ever die suddenly I want a chocolate fountain at my funeral.) I didn't want to cry in front of Quinn and Kurt and everyone but the tears were totally on the verge of emptying over. It was really, really sad.
On a happier note- Quinn was dumped!
Okay, that sounds awful, but it was getting on my nerves. Now she can be single and depressed just like me! Well, I wouldn't consider myself depressed- just unsatisfied. Like, things could totally be going better for me about now. Prom was great, but ya know, being poor isn't too much fun. Rachel started telling me how she wished she was in my shoes cuz she'd be able to write awesome songs about it. As much as I wanted to smack her, I thought more about it. Yesterday, I started writing my own tune and It's actually coming along. It goes like this:
My dad lost his job
Then we lost the house
Can't even afford a door knob
Or even a blouse
Not that I wear blouses
But my sister does
But now her shirts are covered in fuzz
Cuz I'm poor, poor as can be.
Not used to this way of living, it's not really for me.
Poor, poor- poor as can be
Not used to this way of living, it's easy to see.
(That's all I got so far)
It might sound funny just reading it, but really picture me all emotional up on stage with like a fog machine and a backdrop of a trailer or a hobo or something.
Yeah, well my micro-pizza is waiting for me.