bright light city

I know I'm a little late but I still want to say

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Oh I should probably figure out how I'm supposed to go to school soon.

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate.

Thanks for the muzzle Santana. I should be offended but I take comfort in the thought that if we are truly stuck in Vegas until the end of time then I won't have to work too hard to get a headlining show charging 150 bucks a pop and you'll be walking up and down the strip hoping for 150 bucks a "pop."

...I'm confused.

( filtered to Will )

The enrollment period for the second semester at the high school just opened up. If anyone wants to enroll, which I encourage, I can help you with the paperwork.

Somebody please explain what's going on!

I don't like this at all!

Motherfucker.

Okay, so first? I was really confused. I thought one of my cokehead-slash-models had slipped me something to make me forget that I had paid them a half a mil each to basically run around acting like they're on the set of a Girls Gone Wild video in my latest, and not to mention supposedly unavailable, couture. Then, I realized there were no rolled up bills turned coke straws laying around and everything was in one piece. That's when I got pissed.

No, I take that back. After reading that stupid welcome message, then I got pissed. I have a clothing line that is falling apart because even after my own stupidity of hiring Rachel as my model, I still haven't learned how not to hire my friends to work for me, and we have this new designer for my men's line that my mother sprung on me without even asking my opinion. Throw in my boyfriend ditching me because my actress-turned-model-turned-failure-turned-scriptwriter-turned-homewrecker tried to kill herself and he needs to save her from her own self-pity, the fact that my best friend just up and ditched me to go travel the world with all her happily ever after, and...the fact that I can't have a baby just, everything, I'll admit it. I could use a break. And Vegas? Not so bad as far as breaks go.

But let's get one thing straight, I already have a black AmEx. I have since just after high school. And I like my old BlackBerry and wrist and/or barcode tattoos? So 2001. I pride myself on being ahead of the trends, not behind them.

So I'll take this little vacation, I'll get my sin on, but make no mistake, I am leaving. And then? I'm getting this stupid thing lasered off.

Now, where's the bar?

( filtered to Will )

( Filtered to Puck )

( Filtered to Quinn )

( Filtered to Rachel )

( Filtered to Mr. Schu )

( Filtered to Ms. Pillsbury )

( Filtered to Quinn )

( Filtered to Emma )

( Filtered to Dean )

Okay. Wow. Las Vegas.

I'm not entirely comfortable with this, being in an apartment which is not mine which I know nothing about in Las Vegas which is not Lima which is where I live- and I have a tattoo - ink, under my skin. Ink, which is a lot like dirt when you think about it.