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So I tried out for American Idol this week.
As I suspected I didn't get through to the next round. It mostly has to do with how I sounded like shit that day, (completely stir-fried and seasoned shit), have bad skin, am not someone who sings Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston, and I'm too fuckin' real for reality tv.
At least on American idol.
Anyway, I did have fun on Monday standing in line. It was an obnoxiously long line filled with thousands of people from as close as I came from (I live maybe 3 miles away from where auditions were held) and as far away as Africa. Seriously. Some American girl was living in Africa and came to American idol tryouts... in Kentucky (?).
I got the line behind me to do the Wave. It was amazing.
I will not try out for American Idol again. It's stressful, a very long day that starts very early, and it's demoralizing to see the pretty people plucked out of line.
I'm a pretty girl, but I'm not American idol's version of pretty, evidently.
I deleted my journal temporarily because I was paranoid about American Idol looking through my old entries. Do. Not. Want. I also realized that it's good for me personally that I didn't make it. Because I don't have to compromise myself.
I'm better off without Idol, but let me tell you, if I had gotten on the show and to California, it would have changed me.
And if I were to change, who else would you rely on to say Fuck randomly in polite company? :-D
Awesome every day,
Pam
As I suspected I didn't get through to the next round. It mostly has to do with how I sounded like shit that day, (completely stir-fried and seasoned shit), have bad skin, am not someone who sings Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston, and I'm too fuckin' real for reality tv.
At least on American idol.
Anyway, I did have fun on Monday standing in line. It was an obnoxiously long line filled with thousands of people from as close as I came from (I live maybe 3 miles away from where auditions were held) and as far away as Africa. Seriously. Some American girl was living in Africa and came to American idol tryouts... in Kentucky (?).
I got the line behind me to do the Wave. It was amazing.
I will not try out for American Idol again. It's stressful, a very long day that starts very early, and it's demoralizing to see the pretty people plucked out of line.
I'm a pretty girl, but I'm not American idol's version of pretty, evidently.
I deleted my journal temporarily because I was paranoid about American Idol looking through my old entries. Do. Not. Want. I also realized that it's good for me personally that I didn't make it. Because I don't have to compromise myself.
I'm better off without Idol, but let me tell you, if I had gotten on the show and to California, it would have changed me.
And if I were to change, who else would you rely on to say Fuck randomly in polite company? :-D
Awesome every day,
Pam