Rebel Yell

So I'm thinking of paying Dalton a little midnight visit. Now, you know I'm a changed man so I'm not gonna do anything that'll land me back in juvie *IF* I get caught - I just wanna scare scope out the competition a little bit.

Anyone wanna come with?

PS What the hell is their glee club called, anyway?!

Thanks for my amazing birthday surprise :D

The best part was that you didn't freak me out by popping out of a cake.

Just kidding - that was just one of the best parts.

It's my birthday before Britt's, and I don't have a wishlist.

(Yeah, I know, it's because I didn't make one. You don't have to tell me.)

It's simple, really - I just want money. Or, if you don't wanna give me any, give Sarah something really cool for her first birthday.

That's all.

[Private to Quinn]

Actually, there's one more thing on my wishlist - you ;)

So my mom just made me go through the house on my hands and knees, baby-proofing the place. I thought it was a little late since Sarah's been crawling for a while now, but Mom went on and on about all the little kids who go through her boss' office after hurting themselves because their houses weren't baby-proofed so I did it to get some peace.

I did tell her that Becky's closer to her size so she should have been the one doing this, but I guess me crawling is like Sarah walking (!!! I've just gotten my head around her crawling) and it was important to know what the place looks like from a walking baby's point of view.

We put covers on all the outlets and those paddy things on corners, and moved away stuff that might be dangerous. So the house is good for when the kid starts to seriously get around. Which might be this weekend, you never know with babies.

Suit for the dance... in the closet. It's the only thing that's actually hanging in there

Flowers for the dance... ordered. And the guy at the florist promised on pain of death that they wouldn't clash with pink.

Plans for after the dance... check

Truck... well, I got all the junk out and I have gas money, so that's set, too.

I'm pretty sure I'm not going to screw this up.

Did I just see Benji ask you to teach him how to kiss?

Wanna do something this weekend?

It's 2011 and I don't have anything to post. I thought about asking for ideas for a New Year's resolution, but realized that wouldn't be a good idea (I'm looking at you, Kurt) and I'm going to end up not keeping them, anyway.

And I don't know how Lillian and Tina and everyone get their funny Youtube videos, but I tried looking and didn't find anything funny. So instead you all get a video of Sarah scooting around on her butt.

[link to video - she's moving around a bit more now compared to last time]

So our holiday show last weekend totally kicked ass. Good job, everyone. How much money did we make?

In other news, someone stop me before I buy yet another gift for Sarah. Mom says the money is better off in her college fund, but it's her first Hanukkah Christmas Christmukkah and she should have stuff to open.

Also, you guys should search for "ladybug plays with sprinkles" on Youtube.

Becky's a sweetheart, but yeah. At least we move on to Regionals, and we'd better whip Vocal Adrenaline's butt this time.

On a happier note... hell yeah, Neil Diamond.

But the Hall had better stop snubbing the Beastie Boys or I'm gonna take a flamethrower to the place.

OK, so we're facing a bunch of old guys and some prep-school nancy boys at Sectionals.

I don't think we have anything to worry about. I mean, I'm all for old people still kicking it, but the Hipsters (ha, don't think I didn't get that joke) probably aren't gonna blow the judges away or anything. They'd probably be scared about getting a heart attack onstage or something, knock wood. Still, I wonder if any of them is Jewish. I could always use some belated bar mitzvah money.

And also, what the hell kind of name is The Warblers? They should just be called Blaine and the Boys - that's not much better (what the hell kind of name is Blaine? Just like that wussy boy in Pretty In Pink) but it's true since one guy does all the singing. I bet they'd crumble if someone took him out, except I probably can't do it because there's no way in hell I'm putting on one of those stupid uniforms. Anyway, we can take them even with him in the lineup, no problem.

As Mercedes said last year, we got this in the bag.

Is it just me, or is Karofsky picking extra hard on Kurt? It's like the guy's always shoving Kurt into a locker or insulting him or something.

I pick on him, too, but I don't think I was ever that bad. Unless you think pee balloons and Dumpstering Kurt is worse.

Also, going back to school after the long weekend sucks.

((OOC: I'll be happy to delete this entry if I'm jumping the gun on other people! Please let me know!))

Just thought I'd let you know that Quinn and me are back together.

Things are gonna be different this time, though.

One of the things I was nervous about in juvie was getting kicked out of my band. Good thing that didn't happen -- I guess they couldn't find anyone else as good as me. I guess they believed me when I said I wasn't going to be in there for long. Now Psychic Cousin has a comeback gig at Murphy's on Saturday and it's going to be epic.

Hey Santana, you wanna come and say you're with the band? :-p

Everyone else should come, too.

Yeah, it's me.

I'm home now. The judge accepted the appeal Friday and I got out yesterday. I have to do community service for a while, but it's better than hanging out in juvie.

Mom's spent the weekend chewing me out for being so dumb, disinfecting the clothes I brought back from juvie because she's scared of germs, and force-feeding me all my favorite food.

Becky just sits there and stares at me, like she couldn't believe I came back

I was hoping to stay home tomorrow, but Mom says no. So I'll be in school.

You have been warned.

[Private to Artie]

Thanks, man. You and your dad really came through for me.

Mr. Abrams called to say that the appeal is on Friday.

Things look good, because I really didn't do anything except drink when I'm not supposed to, and Mr. Abrams is going to show that I'm a dad trying to do right by my kid and everything. Which is the truth even though some people still think I'm a fuckup. But then Mr. Abrams said you still can never tell, because judges have their own little quirks and sometimes they don't act the way you think they're gonna act.

Well, I hope it all works out. Now that I know it's really possible, I want to get out of here so bad I can taste it.

I'm glad she called.

It still hurt to hear her voice and pretend like everything was OK when we both knew they weren't, but calling was better than having her come here and seeing me in juvie. It's bad enough when my mom comes and oy veys all over the place.

Honestly? Juvie's not so bad. It's a lot like school except you can't go home after it's done and there are these stupid counseling sessions that are a total waste of time. It looks like it helps some of the other guys, but I don't need touchy-feely counselors telling me that I have to straighten up. Sarah was all I needed to get me to do that.

Artie's dad came to see me the other day and we talked about the kid. He said he's going to tell that to the judge when he appeals my case next week. I don't know how that's going to help, but at least Mr. Abrams also got evidence that I didn't touch the stuff that was stolen. I wasn't even inside the 7-Eleven when it happened.

Mr. Abrams is a really solid guy. Artie's lucky to have him as a dad, even though he laughs funny.

It's probably not gonna be a surprise to a lot of you, but you're not gonna see me in school for a while. Something came up that I can't get out of. I don't know how long I'll be gone.

Dude, your folks are lawyers, right?

It's been a week or so since the shit hit the fan with Quinn. Not that I've been counting.

I guess it's not as bad as I thought - we're still talking, but it's always about Sarah. That's cool, because the kid is important, but at the same time there's King Kong in the room and we know he's there and hiding behind him from each other or something.

I don't think I ever really hid who I was from her. Quinn knew I'd done it with other girls before her. OK, I never told her about the moms, but the guys in the locker room knew and I thought she might have found out from them until Mrs. Fabray told me that Quinn didn't know.

I was glad that she didn't know. I can't erase what who I did in the past, but with Quinn not knowing it was like I got the chance to forget about them and pretend that I wasn't as bad as I really was, that I was somehow good enough to deserve a girlfriend like her.

Well, now I know better.