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| So, am I the only person who thinks that Becky O'Donahue didn't really
get the lowest number of votes? If you read the American Idol
small print, it states that the producers may change the vote totals at
their discretion. Basically, they're a bunch of cheaters and just
want us to feel like our ten-cent votes actually make a
difference. I just think it's too much of a coincidence that she
got cut from the show the same week Maxim released the sexy photo shoot
she'd done with her twin sister a few years back. You'd really
think that would have increased her vote total, not left her with less
votes even than the girl who had never been seen on the show before
Tuesday. The judges all seemed to be referencing the photo shoot
in their comments, too. Especially Simon, who made a snarky
comment about how she'd be a successful model. I think that was a
dead giveaway. When she got cut, she thanked everyone related to
the show, including the parent company, I think. But when she
took the mic and started talking, I noticed some tension in the room,
like everyone thought she was about to say something else.
Instead, she just seemed very defeated. Not just like someone who
had lost, but like someone who had lost for all the wrong
reasons. I think that if people really catch on to this, Cingular
is going to lose a lot of money on text messages. Who's going to
want to vote when it really seems like the votes don't matter at all?
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| I don't ever write anything on here because my life is so boring. Today I have a day off, so I pretty much just sat around, ate leftover spaghetti, watched Price is Right, and played World of Warcraft. I've dropped another half pound, despite the fact that at 14 weeks pregnant I should actually be starting to gain weight by now. At one point, I had gained 2 pounds, but then I lost them plus another pound and a half. All in all, though, it's not that much change. It's not like I'm having huge fluctuations. Matt is starting to get frustrated with me, I think, because I'm having such a hard time eating anything. I keep hoping that I'll stop feeling so ill all the time.
We sent in the paperwork for Arielle to be tested for gifted, so we'll see how that goes. She could get put into all-day gifted at the school she's at now, or even get put in the county's gifted school. I just hope next year goes better for her than this year. Her teacher won't let her read any books in school that are more than a second grade reading level, so she's pretty bored. At home, she's reading a lot of intermediate-level series, like Spiderwick Chronicles, Series of Unfortunate Events, and the Oz books. Then she goes to school and has to read picture books. I think she finds it frustrating that she's in an accelerated program and has to read so far below her level. Poor kid. | | |
| Man, I went to MySpace today, and it was utter crap! It's so hard to
navigate, and every time I tried to do anything, like add a school, I
got an error. Matt tried to make friends with me, and when I went to
accept his request, it vanished into thin cyberspace. How irritating.
In other news, I'm sick. I spent half my day at work running to the
bathroom and hacking up phlem. It hurts to breathe. Being sick sucks.
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| Okay, I added a profile pic. Let's see if I can stop being a pictureless dork with a blank box beside my name. | | |
| So, I got pulled over last night by a North Port cop because my tag
light was out. Then he brought to my attention that my out-of-state
registration had actually expired in May. Um, oops. He let me off with
just a warning about the tag light, but I still had to sit in my car
and cry for a minute after he left. I had never been pulled over
before.
So, today, Matt and I went and got our licenses and tags changed. And
good news! In addition to all their stupid "Choose Life" and "Family
Values" license plates, Florida now has an "Imagine" plate with John
Lennon's self-portrait (see it here: http://www.imagineplate.com/ ),
and the tag fee goes to feed people and stuff, instead of berating
pregnant women or preventing gay adoption. So, of course, Matt and I
had to get this wonderful plate, and I now get to drive around showing
everyone just how much I love imagining there's no heaven (and no
religion, too). Happy ending to a sad story, no?
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