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An email to Susan, who shares my love for snacks, bad acting, and shows that have completely predicable plot lines (i.e. everything on the CW network.):

"The episode was so brilliantly entitled "Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly." And fly I did, Susan. My emotions flew from the highest heights to the lowest lows. They were like a drunken sparrow that didn't know up from down.

Q's funeral was the primary focus of this weeks episode. Turns out that even though you might have maybe assumed that Q came from the ghetto, what with his slightly ghetto nickname and all [EDIT: oooh and his ability to dance. You don't learn to dance like that in the 'burbs], he ACTUALLY came from a lovely middle class home with a mom who had an unwavering faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. Her faith was, to quote Hailey, inspiring. But it does beg questions as to why Q was such an a-hole in earlier episodes. I mean, his mother was lovely so wtf with the bad attitude, Q? Anyway since it's not nice to speak ill of the T.V. dead, we'll move on.

Brooke, just spent the whole episode being angry at the world for her beat up face. But she and Peyton made up by the time it was all done and over with. So at least there was that. Also, Nate swung by Brookes apartment and talked really poignantly about how he could relate to having totally awful parents (which, seriously he ended up with Dan as a dad and whatsherface as his hoochie mom. Dude definitely got the short end of the stick.) The conversation ended with Brooke saying something like "they never gave us a chance, did they?" At which point I cried, again.

Jamie became friends with Q's little brother who was ADORABLE and made me want to eat his cheeks. Then at the funeral, Jamie put the cape he'd made for Q across the coffin and Brooke got over her bad-attitude and stood by Jamie's side looking pretty weepy and torn up. Honestly though, I think she was grieving that her face was still a hot mess. I grieved the fact that though this show is ridiculous, I still get all emotionally bent out of shape over it.

So that's basically it. Get your butt to a couch next week. Because all this typing makes my fingers cramp and even though I love you enough to type through the pain, I don't want to spend every week woefully aware of the fact that I may be arthritic at the ripe old age of 24."

NOTE: In case anyone takes issue with the ghetto bit, keep in mind that I lived in the ghetto (gun shootouts and all). But that my friends, is another story for another time. Also note that even in spite of having lived in a neighborhood where our friends would have dance offs in the street, I still cannot comfortably shake that junk residing in my trunk. At the time when I should have been learning skills that would be, you know, useful I was way too busy singing the theme song to The Little Mermaid and skating around in circles. True story.