Unremarkable
“American Idol” sucked. I think am going to break my history and not vote for a single performer. Blah. I had high hopes for Matt and Bri, but they were dashed. The idiot twins Jesus and Noel didn’t have a single spark to offer (not that I expected it). Lisa did a good job — I was thrilled because Simon really tore her apart last year AND this year, and she was clearly one of the judges’ favorites. Their other favorite was Camile, and they said Marisa was their third favorite. Everyone looked really good, but their voices seemed thin tonight. I still can’t believe they got rid of Scooter Girl. …
Speaking of unremarkable, I had a moment yesterday in which I was caught belting out tunes at work. Ugh. I thought nobody was there (as it was a holiday), and I was working between Angie’s office and mine. Well, somewhere between a Sinead Lohan/Carole King/Beth Hart/Joni Mitchell/Melissa Etheridge medley, I heard someone rustling about nearby (but all the hallway lights were off). I went to the ladies’ room (aka Toilet Town) shortly afterward, only to find our past-president in the photocopy room. Bah. The next “American Idol,” I am not. But my mortification only lasted a moment — I’m an only child, and I’m used to playing alone and amusing myself. And what the hell — it definitely kept him away from me, ’cause he sure as hell didn’t acknowledge me!
Okay, I did cast a vote for Bri. Thought I’d go for the long shot. …