Today

I said that I wouldn't vote anymore for the people trying to become the next lead singer of INXS but for some odd reason I rushed home from my Mary Kay meeting to catch the last half hour of the show. I really didn't intend to vote, I mean the rest of the world can decide who takes Michael's place--
right?--

wrong!

I believe that I've grown to love some of the contestants and I really don't want to see some of them go. So I voted. Thank goodness my connection was bettter this time and the voting was much less laborious. But with so many people to vote for, I forgot who I'd already voted for.

And... I don't understand how they choose the music the people sing. I mean they play INXS on the alternative station here. So are they alternative? On the show people are singing Hendrix, which I can understand because it's rock n roll but they're also singing "What I Like About You" and Black Sabbath and it's just all mixed up to me.

But ok let me stop babbling and write about the topic I really want to discuss. I've been holding it all in because I don't want any of you to think any less about me. I mean I do have a reputation to live up to. Ok, here it is. I am totally in love with Constantine Maroulis. Well... sometimes I am. I mean he's creepy, a loser, grimy, greasy, funny looking, and looks like he's stoned out of his mind most of the time. But I don't care man. He doesn't really sing--he screams. He doesn't really rock. His band needs practice. He sold himself out for popularity. And he probably won't go very far. But hey he's dreamy. Well no he's not but at least he's Greek. But I don't like Greek men. There was one exception. When I was a first year in college I was totally into this Greek guy named Anthony. Unlike Constantine Maroulis he had a really great buff bod. He was in my Humanities class and that was like the only class I passed. He was into my really short, plain, homely friend though. But he was in a fraternity and I braved the cold Chicago winter to go to one of their parties. They decided to have a shorts theme in like 30 below zero weather. So my homely friend and I wore shorts over our pants. We went, we danced and we stayed so freakin late that it was morning when I got back to my dorm. But hey Anthony complimented my shorts so it wasn't a total waste of time that took up an entire half day of my life that I could have spent studying or praying or trying to save the world or anything else that would mean something today now was it? Oh yeah he was on the football team and he liked Melrose Place too. Dreamy.

Ok back to Constantine. For those of you who do not know, he was on American Idol this year and when he got voted off the show his girlfriend (no not really) Paula Abdul cried and hugged his mother. He sang a Nickelback song that I barely remembered and barely liked back when it was released. Evidentally it was a chart topper because I heard it when I was in rural Wisconsin on my way to Minneapolis earlier this month.

Let's see he's 29 like me; he was born in September like me; and he was born in 1975 like me. Oh and he still lives at home with his parents like me. He hasn't been able to hold down a steady job like me. That's where our similarities end. He's been on Elimidate; he's been in Rent; and he's in a band who's album is being distributed by Koch Records. Whoo Hoo!

But dude what's with his eyes man. Sometimes his come hither stare causes me to scream but most other times when I look into his eyes--well as much as you can look into someone's eyes through a tv set or monitor--I think ewwwww what's his problem.

But I'm pretty sure that if I didn't have the babies and the husband I'd be a faithful GGG (Greek God Groupie--what his fans call themselves) and travel the states to see my future Greek husband sing (and stare) and swear and creep me out. But I'm sure I'd get tired of him as well and kick him out or leave and get a legal separation that would eventually end in a divorce, etc.
But anyway it's almost midnight and my brain is fried. Today was a pretty good day--it was just strange as heck. If anyone sees Lestat, Constantine Maroulis, Tom Cruise, Dave Gahan, Martin Gore, David Letterman, Thom Brennaman, Christopher Hall, Jon Kelley, Shemar Moore, the Native American guy from Creepshow part 2, Corey Patterson, Derek Jeter or oh yeah Brad Pitt's single again and even though I don't like him he did play Louis opposite Lestat, give them my phone number. (After I'm divorced).