I noticed that this is my first American idol that I watched all the way to the Final Four. Because the year Fantasia won, I didn't watch as diligently when Jon Peter Lewis and Camille Velasco left, and then last year, I stopped watching after Constantine Maroulis was eliminated. This year, I've been watching diligently every week, loving my two boys to death.
I hate Taylor Hicks and Katharine McPhee to death as well. *indignant eye squint at America*
Luckily Elliot is still there. Let's hope I get to watch all the way to the finals this year. Or not.
Though I did love JPL's "Little Less Conversation" more than Chris Daughtry's. That should have given it away.
I turn into a hate monster when it comes to reality tv. So fanneh.
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Given that, I was telling
opts that if I were ever to join Rockstar not-INXSanymore, I am definitely going to sing FF's "Do You Want To." I'm serious. It's the song that will make me win. Especially based on showmanship. Reality TV better watch out.
opts: Dance punk ka pala.
me: You bet. I think I should've auditioned for Bitter Pill, I bet we'd be all rich by now.
opts: Wait, so back then, you were serious about auditioning?
me: No, I was just getting
intrigero to say I was jackson.
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Argh, I hate Taylor. I wish he had fallen off the little platform behind the judges while he was doing that stupid dance he does.
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It's so strange how you spend your days all cooped up in your hole writing your thesis, and finally you come out to the real world and breathe some air and everyone has found excuses for you to come out of your house and keep going out. It's like, day after day, come here, let's do this, join us for that, meet you for this, blah blah blah. I'm not used to it anymore. Or I may just be really old.