Been watching American Idol, of course. Here’s my feedback thus far: the only person to go through to Hollywood that shouldn't have was that pixie, hyper chick from Vegas. YES, she seems like a sweet girl, and yes, she gives a good vibe, but she cannot sing well, so it’s not cool.

I think everyone really sounds great, but what annoys me most is knowing that these chicks sound so much better than me. I just don’t have that kind of pop-singer control. I will stand by my belief that I can sing a mean Broadway song, but those girls they showed auditioning just so kicked my ass, and I really did for a while enjoy operating under this delusion that I was better than almost everyone on American Idol. I mean, I guess it’s better to watch a competition and really love listening to the music rather than sitting there thinking, “I’m SOOO much better, this is bullshit,” but it’s still kind of depressing. Man, a lot of these people can seriously sing. I don’t even know who I’m routing for, I can’t decide.

There was the girl from Vegas on the Wednesday episode that was kind of lioness – the 16 year old. First off, my favorite thing is when someone ridiculously talented is nervous. I think it shows great character. But also – I absolutely ADORE her voice. Her entire performance was just great. I’m incredibly jealous of that tone – I’ve tried forever to get it. I once worshipped this girl named Bridget Barken who went to my summer camp (same one as Adam Levine), and I wanted to have her voice SOOO badly. This chick reminds me a lot of Bridget - personality and sound alike. Now that I think about it, why the HELL isn't Bridget auditioning for this shit? Bridget, if you’re out there, GET ON THAT!

Then there was this other girl from the Vegas episode – the annoyingly beautiful showgirl – she sang a Jessica Simpson song just so much better than Jessica Simpson it was insane.

You should see me watching this show, I get so into it.

Okay, then the Vegas one had this TINY little Asian mom who had the most gigantic voice. I’m sitting here thinking, “What the fuck is going on here? Why is everyone so damn talented?”

Now, turns out that those damn twins – JP and Rich – were in my singing group from college. For you readers who actually watched my show – they were in the Bostonians (where I took my roommates to see me sing in Boston). If you saw that episode, then you understand how I feel about the Bostonians – they were my whole life in college (and I’ve made LIFELONG friends from it). The group is important to me, and an enemy of the Bostonians is an enemy to all Bostonians of past, present, and future. Basically, the guys were cocky little shits, and resigned from the group at the end of their freshmen year, and we asked to not participate in the final show. I told the story to my sister, Kim, who was a sophomore when the twins were freshmen. She said she remembered them well, and she and her friend Robin would make fun of them to each other every time they saw them because they walked around like they had rose-scented shit. Whatever.

Life otherwise - I don't know. Fine. Oly and I are talking about maybe getting this site into a new format in a month. Won't be too different, as I think I've explained 4 times already, but it'll be GREAT for me. The easier it is to use, the more often I can post. I'm hoping it all works out.

I spent the weekend hanging out, doing laundry, getting my oil changed (a good 2500 miles after I should have), cleaning my make-up, my bathroom, and vacuuming the apartment. Sweet. Man, it's good to get that shit out of the way. It's that stuff that NEEDS to be done - when I'm using bikini bottoms for underwear, and I'm debating which sock is less stiff that it feels like I've won the Superbowl having finally completing the tasks. Unbelievable sense of relief. I could change my underwear on an hourly basis now because I have so many pairs clean. Why is it called a pair? A pair of underwear? A pair of pants makes a little more sense - each leg being a pant-leg, and there are two. But a pair of underwear? Just because there are two holes for your legs to go through, that makes it the type of clothing that is titled "a pair"? Who makes this shit up? Same people that decided the English language shouldn't always have the same rules. Ring, rang, sing, sang, bring...brought? Why do this?

I'm gonna run. Once again, I did not read this over to check for the many errors I swear I have. Sorry. I'm lazy.