Dear Journal,
I, Sue Sylvester, will soon have the credit I truly deserve. I just have to figure out how. Luckily, it's just the first day of summer break. I finally have got some alone time without all those kids. And time to figure out a world-class plan to get more people to turn their heads saying: »Rock on, Sue!«. People will be begging me for autographs. And I'm convinced that day will come, if only Mr. "hair-products-enough—a-day-to-last-for-the-rest-of-the-year" would step aside. His attention is aimed fully towards the kids, but it should've been centered right at me. If that happened, I'd win competitions with the Cheerios, but I'd also have Will for myself.
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I can't admit it right in front of those curls in his hair that I secretly envy - along with that stupid, pretty face - but as long as he refuses to date me, I most definitely WILL try to sabotage that little club of his. Until I make him mine.
What do the wise people say: "All's fair in love and war". Yep, that must be it. So that's the rules Miss Sylvester will play by.
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Update: Love is embarrassing. I've caught myself listening to love songs for the past week and I can't stop. On top of that, every song is one Mr. Schuester has sung. Help.
Therefore, Sue Sylvester here has plans to ask him out soon. I'll let you know how it goes.
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