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Thursday, May 26

t.o.w. carrie wins

Carrie Underwood rocks my socks!

I love Carrie! I love country-pop! Woo! I'm so excited. I woke up to the beauty of the birds chirping and the flowers blossoming and I knew I was in for good day! =D I watched the live telecast of idol at 8am and saw my dear Underwood win! Woo!!! Although I did think that the results were made known earlier because at the end, Carrie was, oddly enough, the only one not in black. Really made her stand out from the entire stageful of losers clad in black. Oh well. Anyway, for the first time, I actually thought both finalists were equally deserving. Bo has a really good voice, I think I might consider getting his mp3s. Heh. But Carrie's my girl! She just rocks so much. I remember how I was watching the early stage shows and I was falling asleep, but as my eyes were closed and my mind was far adrift in a land where one can eat non-stop without having to worry about obesity, I could vaguely hear someones voice. I tweaked open my eye slightly and could only see a small portion of the screen, much due to the weariness of my cornea. I though I saw Carrie Underwear. Right there and then, I bolted out of my sleep and seat, jostled by the text on the screen. From then on, Carrie was the one. Underwear or not. Of course, who can forget that dress from the Ice Age with the corny superwomanish-guns-on-chest getup early on the show. She sticks out quite a bit. =D Hehx.

Hmm. I suddenly remembered I could be in potential danger if people like suresh reads this entry. Even though the possibility of this occuring is much like that of Constantine outselling Clay in terms of records, or maybe more like that of Constantine HAVING a record. But yeah, hmm, I'm supposed to be at Potong Pasir CC, busting my left arm out in archery. Oh well. Went to bowl with Ronald cos' I desperately need to get better by age group. Haiz. Cant say I did too well today. Quite pissed at myself at one point of time. Scores were pretty bleah. Oh well. Anyway, talking about age group, I guess I just have one thing to prove to myself. I need to wallop that sorry ass. The audacity one has. One really has to stick ones head up ones ass, doesnt one. Grrr. Went to eat at some restaurant. The service is atrocious. Had half the mind to demand seeing the manager when I realised it was the manager whose service needed managing. Horrible place. The sweet corn pudding was not bad though. Heh.

Came home and watched The Day After Tommorow. Hmm, nothing much to say about it I guess. I was about to sleep throughout the movie though. I'm proud that I lasted. =D French Open. God, I miss Capriati. Can she please come back soon!!! Haiz. I hope Clijsters wins. Or Venus, or Justine, or Davenport. As long as a Russian doesnt win. I am sick of Russians. Can the Americans and Belgians just quickly recover and put these little girls back into their baby pen. Grrr. Nadal vs Gasquet will be interesting though. Hmm, also, the depth of womens tennis is rather apparant here at the French. Or maybe its just due to the surface. Oh well. I don't really care when Jen isnt on. Boo.

Holidays rock. I feel like I'm on holiday already. Then again, theres school tommorow. Haiz. At least its not lessons. Still, the prospect of turning up for some silly course is rather foreboding. I should have chosen a course that didnt require monetary payment and ponned the whole freakish thing. The electives are crappy. I'm crappy too. "Carrie" crappy. God, I'm stupid.

Stay Carrie-fied
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:46 PM