Denis invited me to California, but I cannot go. :(

Wednesday, Jun. 08, 2005 ~ 11:22 p.m.

Maybe it's because I have a serious lack of a social life, and maybe because of the serious desire to attatch myself to something and watch it ridiculously, and maybe because it was the first show that I happened to see when I had made my pact to re-discover what it's like to cling to a television series for a whole season like it is my cult-Bible, I started to watch Canadian Idol, and I have not missed an episode yet. It also could have something to do with the fact that a girl who's hometown is in the same general vicinity that mine is in, that I went to highschool with, and who also quit the choir in my senior year because she "wasn't growing as a performer" (read: didn't get enough solos) has made it to the top 32. My fixation with the show only developed more when I discovered that Dave Moffat from the much acclaimed Canadian boyband, "The Moffats" has made it to the top 32.. it's very enticing to see someone who once had his own music videos, crooning softly "I miss you like craaaazeeeey..." now scrambling with the rest of the Joe Blows to be the Canadian Idol.

As for Casey? I think she may make top ten, but she has too much attitude and not enough to make her stand out in the crowd to really be considered THE Canadian Idol... seriously. There are performers on there now who, from what little I have seen of them, have given me goosebumps when performing. Casey has yet to do that for me, but it may have something to do with me already knowing a great deal of what her personality is like. Anyways - they haven't been showing much of her performances either - and to what I have seen thus far, they show the amazing performers and they show the awful ones, and the ones in between we are all surprised to see as complete strangers in the room that gets picked to stay and/or going up to pick their picture off of a board to see if they're staying or going.

My little sister is NOT a huge fan of Casey, as last week, as a fundraiser for a school trip she is taking, Shay had to go to the local grocery store to help pack groceries and raise money. She was assigned to work at Casey's cash register, and Casey was not exactly forthcoming with the friendliness, so now she's made an enemy for life in Shay. We all know (because she has told everyone) that she will be missing graduation for taping, so we know she's gotten at least probably to the top 10. Now just to see how far it goes. I honestly don't think that Nackawic and surrounding areas will be enough to push her through, especially with the run-of-the-mill performances that she's been having. She's not a bad singer, she actually has a very nice voice, and we all know she won't hit a wrong note, she's been performing nationally for ages, but she just may not have the PIZZAZZ that they all want from her. Who knows. Time will tell I guess. All I know is that I could carry a tune in a holey bucket a lot better than some of the people on that show.

Speaking of Shay though (I know, I know, a little late), she's becoming increasingly difficult to live with. The other day she threw a rolled up horse bandage at my face from point blank range because I was teasing her, and today she got upset to the point where she locked herself in the bathroom because I was cooking supper (and had just paid $15 for kitty litter) and dad asked HER to clean out the litter boxes. She was fit to be tied, and she made dad quite upset, but I think she doesn't hate me too much now that she's gone to bed. I'm just sick of walking on eggshells for a twelve year old. Everything is drama drama drama. I mean, I could live in this house perfectly peacefully with my mother and my father if Shay weren't PMSing and shaking things up every once in a while, and then screaming that everyone is on MY side and everyone HATES her, and they want her to be miserable and la-de-da.

In other news. Nothing. I really need to go to bed as I have an early appointment with El Dentisto, or.. le dentist, who actually is an old French man and is definitely not going to be happy with what he sees in my mouth. I haven't been flossing OR brushing like I should or wearing my bite plate for that matter, and he's gonna tsk tsk tsk at me and tell me, in an exasperated voice, that I need to be brushing and flossing more, then he'll give me a toothbrush and a disapproving glare and I'll be on my way. Same thing I went through TEN TIMES before Christmas. Anyhoe. Bed bed bed.