Sunday, December 28, 2003

Waiting is one of the most horrible things in the world, I've decided. Worse than Chinese water torture, family get-togethers, or eating live snapping turtles.

Saturday, December 27, 2003

Doesn't it suck when you're stupid, and you don't realize it until it's too late?

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the universe. -Einstein

Oh, joy! It may be fleeting... We'll see how it turns out in a bit. But for the moment... Oh, joy! :)

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

I am going up north for a couple of days. I hate to leave home, especially now.

But I will try to enjoy Christmas as best I can.

It's the most wonderful time of the year, right?

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

And lo, there came upon Diana ghosts of Christmases past that turned out to be just as bittersweet as Scrooge's, if not more so.

Friday, December 19, 2003

And lo, there came upon Diana a strange and wonderful coincidence. She made her archives work!!

Of course, she also cleaned up a few errors in the process. One day, she will be the most powerful Blogmaster in the GALAXY! Muahahahahahahahaha...*

*Above claims do not necessarily reflect the intentions or opinions of anyone associated with Diana or Blogger, and therefore may never be used as a tool of mockery or belittlement should they not come to pass.

From now on I will be inserting hidden messages, because I know that I can. Sheer brilliance it is. Comes of being the Blogmaster of Blogmasters.
Another little aside. The Gospel of John actually isn't a bad movie. And it stars Henry Ian Cusick, who looks remarkably familiar to me. Plus, Christopher Plummer is the narrator, and there were a lot of other Canadians involved in its production. Hence, I command thee(s) to watch it!

I can't wait to eat lunch tomorrow! Oh glorious lunch!

Here's a little something new...

The Career Poll

"The world is indeed my oyster. It's just that its insides are slimey and disgusting, and very infrequently do I find a pearl."

That's the Diana thought for the day. Aren't you glad, masses, that I take the time to fill you in on my little brushes with wisdom and intelligence?

I know you are, but what am I? :P

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

I'm sure this is suicide for my ego, but a question that I was just pondering...

What's wrong with me, aside from the obvious?

Be brutal, be cruel, just don't "beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" yourself! *Bzzz* (Sorry... Please leave that out of your assessments?)

Just a couple of asides...

1) Typing in a colour is much more satisfying than typing in black. For instance, green. It's wonderful! Try it.

2) About a Boy is a really, really, really cute movie. Of course, they don't make movies that have Hugh Grant in them and aren't really, really, really cute. Like Love Actually. Brilliantly done, stunning English actors! I applaud you heartily and without reserve!

Below is a list of telephone numbers. If you live in one of these calling areas, I strongly urge you to call one of them. If you don't, but you feel like making a short and entertaining, normally billed-for long-distance call, I urge you even more strongly. So go ahead, take a chance! ;)

(213) 363-5412 Los Angeles, CA
(310) 495-5412 Culver City, CA
(323) 281-9412 Montebello, CA
(408) 344-9412 San Jose, CA
(510) 699-5412 Oakland, CA
(562) 223-5412 Compton, CA
(602) 530-4412 Phoenix, AZ
(619) 801-5412 San Diego, CA
(623) 412-6412 Phoenix, AZ
(623) 487-2412 Phoenix, AZ
(626) 207-5412 Pasadena, CA
(714) 607-5412 Anaheim, CA
(760) 204-5412 San Marcos, CA
(818) 663-5412 Van Nuys, CA
(909) 650-5412 San Bernardino, CA
(916) 219-5412 Sacramento, CA
(949) 256-5412 Saddleback Valley, CA

This is my contribution to your day. Enjoy!

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

By the way, I got my hair cut today. I love Andy. I do. It's a pity that I can't keep him in my home, to style my hair every day.

If only every woman could have a straight British man to do that for her... The world would be a better place, I can tell you.

I think they might even stop wailing about equal rights. ;)

...Do you think I'm maybe a little right-wing? :D

Well now, something interesting. I hereby refer you to another online journal. You may hurt yourself while trying to comprehend the content of said journal, but you will probably, like me, find it fascinating at the same time. social aversion.

And may I just interject, hopefully to the supreme annoyance of the journal owner because it is included in the same post as his marvelous journal (though he will probably never see this) that everyone should be a fan of B44, because they are absolutely adorable. And also very moral young Jewish men. Quite wonderful. See B44 Official Site (German) for more exquisite and pictoral details.

Why me? WHY ME?? Would they QUIT with the DARTS already?!?!

Sunday, December 14, 2003

Well, I'm back in the 'Shwa! (Sick, isn't it?)

I'm starving. That's what comes of not eating, I guess. And not eating comes of being lazy, I guess. :)

So, they got Saddam. Wow.

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

I loved photography class in Grade 11. It was wonderful. I miss it. Except for the tedium of developing film. Luckily, Nikki was there to help me! I miss Nikki...

I am attempting to put only one space after every sentence, instead of two. Somehow I got it into my head that when typing, one should use two. Probably came from the typewriter era (of which I wasn't really a part, so...). In any case, I must break myself of the habit. It's unnecessary. However, it is rather difficult to break typing habits. From all the time I have spent typing in the past years, they've become rather ingrained, really. *sigh* But I shall make a valiant effort!

On a rather bitter note, I despise mankind. (See that, Felisa?? I even used it the way you would. Happy? Although you know I don't mean it and that I completely disagree with you. Hence, I shall now make my position clear...)


Monday, December 08, 2003

And so the quarter ends, and I am left to find some way of spending $177.50 on food. It's rather sad altogether.

Friday, December 05, 2003

Well, then! Yes, it is actually 3:22AM. That's what people like me do. Stay up late for no real reason. Although I do have a little bit of a reason this time. I have a long paper due tomorrow, and it's called "The Misuse of Christianity and Colonialism in South Africa." It's rather horrible, actually. I despise it with all that is within me. I AM going to start publishing my essays online. Maybe someday someone will use it for their own research paper. That would be funny. HAHAHAHAHA :D That's the beauty of the internet. Crazies like me can publish anything online as fact. Teehee. Suckers.

I drank an energy drink tonight. It was bad. I mean, it tasted like carbonated vitamins, and it made me incredibly, shakily hyper. Never again, I say, NEVER AGAIN! Although it really did help me think straight enough to conceive the notion of changing the font on my paper so that it made it the required length, instead of babbling on longer about nothing.

Well, I'm going to fix my paper that Felisa just incredibly meanly proofread for me. It will take me hours, I'm sure. :P

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

I learned today that Jay from my Honors class had his house burn down last night. Several other people that I know have been evacuated, including Andrea and all of her horses from her riding academy in Simi Valley. For anyone who reads this, please pray for them and everyone else affected by the fires.

On a somewhat lighter note, I joined "Friends of Josh Groban" last night--the official Josh Groban fan club. Horribly expensive, but they knew we'd pay it.

And I got to see Zach perform with his band last Friday, and at Kulak's Woodshed performing solo on Sunday night. It was great! :) And I got a Zach hug! Yay! Those are great! :) I'm such a fan. LOL :D

Anyways, I have a headache from breathing in smoke constantly, and I have tons of homework as usual, so this concludes my pitifully vague update of my activities! Perhaps I shall update again...sooner than I have been. :)

Monday, October 13, 2003

Here it is:

Which profession should I pursue?







View Results

So my latest life decision is that I want to name my firstborn male Stanislav. Now that's a name with power. And also delightfully Russian!

Also, I've decided to add a quiz wherein you, the people, can vote on which profession you think I should pursue! Sound like fun? I think it does.

In any case, as I am in the library, I can only have one window open at a time. After I finish creating my quiz, I shall add it in the next post. Stay tuned, 'cause I know you're all sitting there, on the edges of your chaises, waiting! A tout l'heur!

Thursday, October 02, 2003

January Jones? JANUARY JONES?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Oh please.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Another sidenote. If I ever, under any circumstances, no matter how dire, address the instruction "up yours" to you, I mean up your nose. No, really!

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

My thought for today:

Nothing makes one feel cleaner than lotioning one's elbows.

Yeah, university is really working for me.

Monday, September 29, 2003

As a sidenote, I'm considering putting up a poll to the following effect:

Q: Do you think that through the course of attending numerous university-level classes designed to stimulate mental powers and increase the scope of one's knowledge, Diana will eventually come up with anything worth saying in her narrowly-read blog?

I'm still wondering whether it would be wise to enable a comment option on that one. Although, from the look of things, I doubt it would matter much.

You can now listen to the NEW Josh Groban song that makes everyone cry, You Raise Me Up, and the NEW Josh Groban song that gives everyone goosebumps, Oceano.

It's amazing. Truly.

Time for a pop quiz:

University is:
a) a place for a little fun and a little study.
b) a den of iniquity.
c) a place of endless unhealthy eating.
d) an amusing place to reside comfortably and lazily.

Well, folks, the answer today is c) a place of endless unhealthy eating. It's sad, but true.

That's about all I have to say for today. Well besides this: Communion bread is GOOD!

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Well, I'm now in California!

Yes, I realize there was somewhat of a leap there between July 13 and September 25. I was taking a...sabbatical, if you will.

I am currently eating fresh California strawberries and drinking lemonwater. Mmmm...lemonwater. Doesn't that sound delightful? It is, especially sitting amongst my pale yellow rugs, and my delightful pale blue pillows. I think I'm becoming girly or something. It's scary. The other day, I very nearly giggled. I don't know what's come over me.

Anyways, I don't have a whole lot to say at this point. I shall attempt to update my blog more frequently, because I know how ALL of the SCORES of people who read my worthless babbling really DO care about me, even if they DON'T ever post comments, and my insanely difficult struggle to actually make the comment function work was all for nought...

Sunday, July 13, 2003

Well, then! I've neglected my public for quite some time, I see. Well not much has happened. I worked hideously long 11-13 hour days for a week in the cafeteria. Tomorrow, I begin to work at Woodwork. Oh the monotony that will ensue.

That's really all I have to say. I have to go to sleep so that I don't cut anything off tomorrow due to extreme exhaustion.

Monday, June 23, 2003

SO! I saw Michael Bublé on Wednesday night! It was WONDERFUL. Let's just say there was much hugging and kissing going on. Muahahaha... And Justin, the trumpet player...VERY cute. ;)

And in conclusion to this rather brief update on my exploits, I will make this final statement:

Christmas is a wonderful time of year and I like beans.

Saturday, June 14, 2003

I've been sick for almost a week. My current MSN name sums it all up nicely: "Diana, who is barely clinging to life and sanity".

I was hoping it was SARS, since I would love to be quarantined, away from everyone! :D Oh well. I suppose it's all for the best that I don't have SARS. But it's very disappointing. I'm hoping I can make up for it next outbreak. Because I'm FEARLESS! FEARLESS!

I really have nothing new to add. That's the problem with living in "the 'Shwa". There very rarely is anything new to add.

Hopefully, I'll just be able to update this often when I'm in college so that everyone I know can read it and know what's been going on with me. Good system, don't you think? :) I do. It's like emailing everyone you know, but all at once, and with Very Little Effort. And I'm a big fan of Very Little Effort.

Thursday, June 05, 2003

Well, I don't know what to say. I was a fool to contemplate. (Hey, that sounds like a song!) Luckily, I made the right decision and saw Josh in Toronto with the Toronto Symphony Orchestra on Saturday night, and then again in Quebec City at the Enfant Soleil telethon.

*sigh* I love Josh. *swoon*

Okay, now that that's over... For now...

At the TSO fundraiser, I also met Blue Rodeo, Sarah Slean, Tariqh Akoni, Tim Cole, Craig Mac, Zachary Provost, and Eric Holden. Ah, they're marvellous. :) I got their autographs, of course, on my TSO program, and then got Josh to sign it in Quebec City.

I have made a new rule about Josh Groban autographs. I will never get anything signed for myself again unless it's the new album. And I will only get things signed for others if they have never met Josh or had the opportunity to get anything signed for themselves. This I promise you. (Hey! Another song!)

I am now addicted to the song Bulletproof by Blue Rodeo. I can't stop listening to it. And Jim Cuddy is a wonderful man - I love him too! :D

Anyways, that's enough rambling for now. See ya later! :)

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Ah, and I'm back again!

Not to brag or anything, but my ACT scores tell me that I'm absolutely fantastic.

On another note (pardon the pun), I saw a wonderful band perform at Williams Coffee Pub on Sunday night. They were wonderful! They are called South River. And eventually, I'm going to scan in the picture from the poster I stole and put it up on my site so that all can see these delightful young men. There are two of them, and they're quite good. Normally these types stink, but these particular ones are better than your average coffee pub performers. Really!

So I've been spending all of my spare time lately printing Josh Groban paraphernalia for the Toronto Symphony Orchestra concert this Saturday night. Maybe I'll be rewarded in heaven.

And a new conundrum has arisen: Should I drive 11 hours for a guaranteed opportunity to see Josh in Quebec City, or should I stay home and go to Canada's Wonderland for 30 dollars? I must decide tonight. Isn't that wretched?

Monday, May 26, 2003

Alright. I'm sorry for neglecting you for so long.

News flash: An Indiana phone company has claimed that it mishandled 400,000 phone votes which would have given the title of American Idol to Clay, and not to Ruben.

Now, I think we all know who deserves to be the American Idol here.

And I have a new hairstyle! Remember how I debated it (briefly, in a sentence)? Well, now I have it.

I would just like to grumble about something briefly. Today, in English literature class, Mrs. Koehn asked us all to write down the question What is the point of living? in reference to the book we are reading (Too Late the Phalarope by Alan Paton), and to answer it. And someone promptly asked, "Can it be in point form?" I think that's demonstrative of the world today. No one wants to put any effort into anything, especially teenagers. When someone asked President Lincoln to write an address to give at Gettysburg, do you think he wondered, "Can it be in point form?" My doubt should be evident.

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

This person has certainly done their Claymate research!

Digging Clay

Most pop stars have fan clubs. Other acts have the more cultlike communities, like Jimmy Buffett's "Parrotheads." Clay Aiken -- without a national tour, without a hit record -- has a community.

It's a place where Americans call themselves "AmeriAikens," Canadian followers are Claynadians and women type on and on and on about OCB (Our Collective Boyfriend). Some call themselves Claymates. Others ride The Clay Train.

In fact, just call it Clay World, and in that mystical cyber planet Raleigh's "American Idol" finalist, win or lose, is already getting the idol treatment.

On dozen of Web sites, message boards and chat rooms, fans -- mostly women -- break down everything from Clay's voice to his clothes to the mouthed "thank yous" he gives the judges.

They chat about his eyes. They chat about his pants. They tape each episode and watch it over and over again, sometimes in slow motion. Then they chat about it.

"This is actually the first time this has ever happened to me. I never thought I'd be emotionally invested in someone I'll never meet," said Claynadian Erin McSwiney, a 23-year-old student at the University of Calgary. She's a citizen of the People's Republic of Clay (PRoC).

Clay World is a place where a 54-year-old bookkeeper from California can post messages under the name "AClayzingrace" and receive positive feedback from other women just like her.

"I feel like I'm a part of something that's really big," said Peggy Taylor of Santa Monica, Calif. "He seems to have bridged the gap between the ages." Taylor posts messages at, which hosts the official forums for FOX.

The PRoC is one of the more inventive Clay sites. The Clay Train on which these fans ride has metaphorical cars that describe their emotional state. There's a Mrs. Robinson car, for older women with romantic feelings for Clay, and a Group Hug car, where fans go when someone says something bad about him. Then there's the Debacle car, where the sentiment is a little more R-rated.

They've even created an Aiken vocabulary. When describing a particularly fetching photograph of Clay, citizens type *swoon* into their messages. *Thud* represents the sound a fainting Clay fan makes when she hits the floor. Obsessing about every little thing Clay does is called "Zaprudering," after the Abraham Zapruder film of the John F. Kennedy assassination.

Anne McKemey, a 28-year-old mother of two from Farmville, N.C., is a PRoC citizen who has diagnosed herself with OCD (Obsessive Claypulsive Disorder). This is not her typical behavior. "I feel really, really, really silly, but at the same time, I'm not ashamed. He's somebody worth being proud of," she said. "My poor husband, he's been so patient."

Lisa Courtney, 31, is a happily married technical writer in New Jersey. She enjoys being part of a Clay-based community. "It's almost like finding that you can ride a bicycle after all these years. It's like being 12 again."

What does it feel like to live in her little corner of Clay World?

When Courtney came across some newly posted pictures of Clay recently on the Internet, she couldn't help herself. She oozed. Right in her office.

"I slid off my chair onto the floor."


Staff writer Matt Ehlers can be reached at 829-4889 or

See? Some people appreciate excellent fans. :)

Monday, May 05, 2003

And here we have a delightful article that mentions the Claynadian Claymates, to which I belong. In fact, I'm Claymate #446! :) Here it is:

I am not a Clay Aiken fan. I don't even watch American Idol. But as
the editor of Elites TV I have not been able to escape the all-
encompassing passion of the fans of this unlikely new star.

The e-mail that finally made me decide to write a piece on Clay fans
was addressed to one of our writers, Ray Courtright Jr. Short and
sweet, it said "Thank you, Ray Courtright, for a great article! It
is refreshing to read unbiased reporting when it comes to American
Idol. Well-written, insightful, and right on the nose!" OK I do read
the articles I publish, and Ray is definitely not an unbiased writer
and is definitely a Clay fan (read his articles and see what you
think: "Musical Idol Beyond The American Idol Competition?", "Clay
Aiken: Pulling Ahead In The American Idol Marathon
Competition?", "Clay Aiken & Ruben Studdard - Entertainer vs. Studio
Singer?"). Coupling this with the many letters I and my other
writers receive when they mention anything negative about Clay (and
KC does really enjoy your letters, Clay fans), I thought I should
investigate this a little more.

First check out the websites. There is with a
full screen picture popping up immediately. Then there is with, suprisingly, another very
large picture of Clay. Looking a little further we find with guess what - nope - just a small
picture of Clay. And last but not least, well actually it does have
the smallest picture, Our sources says there are
at least 6 websites devoted to Clay, though I think they may have
missed a few. Josh Gracin supposedly has one, and none of the other
contestants even rate a website.

Of course there are message boards galore out there discussing Clay
and the rest of the American Idolers. At EZBoard alone (a very
popular free forum site) there are 7 Clay Aiken boards that have
been created, the most active being That's The Clay.

And finally there are the message groups - like the Yahoo group
Claymates. I tracked them down, signed up for the group, and found
to my suprise not the usual welcome message, but several useful
files for any Clay fan.

Yes, their name is the Claymates. To make sure that I understood the
jargon that has built up around Mr. Aiken, one of the files sent by
the Claymates was a glossary of terms that every Clay fan must have.
Meaning that not only has Clay gained fanatical fans, but has also
had a language created around him. All he needs now is a small piece
of land and a jeweled crown and he can run his own country -
perhaps "The Republic of Clay"? No wait - that is another of his fan

So now we have Claynadians - Clay's Canadian fan base, and
Ameraikens, who all are clayving for more Clay. Or more importantly,
they are all voting for Clay each week with an undying loyalty to
their titular head of the ever expanding Clay Nation.


As for Andy, the tragedy is averted. But I can't say how... I desperately want a new hairstyle. I wonder what it should be...

Now, here's an excellent post about Clay:

This rambles, forgive me.

How do I love thee? Let me count.... no wait, WHY do I love thee?

So, I've spent the better part of an evening reading online forums
regarding American Idol, more specifically, Clay Aiken. Why do I do
this? Why Clay? Why not Ruben, Kim or Simon, for that matter? I’ve
been pondering this question on and off for the last few days. What
is it? Why am I so drawn to this fellow? I think I may have finally
figured it out.

I was first introduced to Clayton exactly the same way most AI
viewers were; as a skinny, rather dorky looking guy with big ears (to
be honest, I didn’t even notice them) and an even BIGGER voice. Oh
my, what a voice. I was intrigued. So he wasn’t a boy band clone, so
what. He was cute, refreshing and real. He didn’t stand a chance.

To my surprise, he made it past the judges and on to the final
rounds. Much to my (and many others) chagrin, he didn’t make it into
the top 12 on his first try even though he should have. The deck was
stacked against him. And you know what? It was done on purpose. I
have a sneaking suspicion that the producers saw something in Clay
even before America and the rest of the world had a chance to see it.
They saw a diamond in the rough. A talented young man with oodles of
heart, integrity, intelligence and charm. Simon, Nigel, et al.
probably went to sleep every night with $$ dancing in their heads.
So, we were set up. Clay became the underdog. How happy were we for
Clayton when he was finally chosen as the viewer’s Wildcard choice?
Estatic. Yes, we said, there is some justice in this world!

From then on, it’s been nothing short of sheer joy watching this
talented young man race at the speed of light toward his dream. There
is no stopping him. No, there isn’t. I would kindly suggest that his
fellow contestants step away now to avoid injury or at the very
least, remain alert.

I read messages posted all over the internet by people just like me,
intelligent people. People who can, and do, think for themselves. I
read their thoughts and feel justified in my fascination. I take
comfort in knowing I am not alone. The “Clay Love” knows no bounds.
Fans range in age from 4 to 104. And the fandom is obsessive, make no
mistake about that. This kid has developed such devotion in just a
few short months it boggles the mind. Making him the next American
Idol has become a mission. And so it should be.

Still though, why am I so affected by him? Why am I so invested in
this show only because of him? Why do I feel so strongly that he
deserves to win… no, will win…. MUST win. I’ve narrowed it down to a
few basic reasons:

1) That voice. He is by far the most talented contestant in the
competition this year, hands down. No contest (pardon the pun).

2) Commitment. Of all the contestants, nobody has been more committed
to this competition than Aiken. He takes the judges criticism and
suggestions seriously and strives to improve his performance each
week. He challenges himself and is willing to step outside his
comfort zone to grow even further as a performer. I really haven’t
seen this from the other contestants.

3) Personality. This in my opinion, should be considered essential
when choosing any kind of idol or icon (as silly as that sounds).
What kind of person should America vote for? Someone intelligent,
with integrity, heart and humour? Then vote for Clay. He’s kind,
funny, humble and witty. He wants to help children. How could anyone
not like this guy? How could I not like this guy? (Can’t you just
hear TPTB rubbing their collective hands together? Mmmmm money!)

4) Appearance. This is after all about the music business. An
attractive appearance will help sell albums, like it or not. Clay is
no different than any other performer out there in this regard.
Either you’re gonna like something about him, or you’re not.
Personally, I think he’s a very attractive young man who will only
grow more so as he matures. That suit on Neil Sedaka nite? Dang! That
was all kinds of sexy!

5) Timing. We need a “Clay” today in the music industry. I am
soooooooo tired of listening to “pop” stars with very little talent
and even less intelligence when I turn on my radio or TV that I have
stopped listening to them and discover my music in other ways. Clay
isn’t cookie cutter “boyband” material? Oh thank you Lord! Let me put
it this way. I am absolutely over the moon because I don’t have to
worry about ever hearing Clay say he’s “gonna have ya nekkid by the
end of this song.” Finally an alternative to this crap! There is
Clay. Life is good.

I really believe the producers saw this potential in Clay from the
very beginning. I’ll also go as far as to say, they’ve had proof in
the voting. I think that Aiken has been substantially ahead in the
voting from the very beginning of the live audience performances
(Motown Night) and will continue to dominate in just the same way. I
have no proof, I just really feel it in my bones.

People LOVE this guy. LOVE him. Not like him. Not “think he’s very
talented”. They LOVE him. Of course, some don’t. And they REALLY
don’t. That’s actually a good thing. He inspires passion in people.
Do any of the other contestants? No.

Clay has so much potential to grow and change with the industry and
his fans, that he will be successful for a long time to come. I’m not
sure I see that for anyone else. He will only get better with time.

But I have to say, for me, the biggest reason I feel Clay is so
special and deserves to win this competition, why he has generated so
much love and support, why his fans are so devoted and why he
inspires people to such a great degree is simple. When he walks on
stage I am watching someone who is where they are supposed to be.
This rather funny, sometimes awkward, even shy young man becomes a
powerhouse of energy, maturity and sex appeal right before our eyes.
This is what he was meant to do. There is joy in every note he sings
- he loves it. We see it and we feel it. It’s infectious. It affects
us in ways we can’t even comprehend or explain. How rare is that?
Clay is one of those people, those few who come along in each
generation, to empower and inspire us. And he will.

Some would say that such a voice is a gift from God. If that’s true,
perhaps Clay is God’s gift to us. He truly was blessed and through
him, so are we.


Thursday, May 01, 2003

Horrible news!! The most dreadful tragedy... Andy, my darling English hairstylist, is touring with a rock group in the U.K. for 6 months and therefore can't cut my hair or do it for graduation! How dare he? Oh, its awful. :*(

On a slightly more positive note, Ryan Seacrest was apparently named one of the '50 Most Beautiful People' in this year's People listing. Ryan...with the sexy hair. :D

And I finally watched The Hand That Rocks the Cradle tonight. It was marvellous. The woman is purely evil, and she's a genius at it. A modern Iago if ever I saw one.

Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Continuing on the assumption that people actually read this blog...

There is no way Ruben deserved the bottom two tonight. While I'm not a huge fan of his singing, Josh should have been the one to go. And I think Josh is a sweetheart. But Ruben didn't deserve to be there. All of the worried looks he's had on his face every night lately have been justified. And it's ridiculous.

Clay, of course, is clearly the best. But it was sad that we were forced to sacrifice Trenyce (whom I like much better than Kim L.) in order to keep Josh. Even he was stupefied by the results. I think he realizes that he doesn't deserve to be there still, and he just wants it all to be over. He's sick of the competition, and I don't blame him.

I'm vastly annoyed that Trenyce was voted off tonight. It's sad that people are just getting irritated with Josh now. He's turning into another Carmen.

The less-than-intelligents of America have spoken...

Yet another great article about the whole "Clay vs. Ruben" controversy at
MP3s of Clay's performances are available at the Claymate Mansion.

Videos of his performances for Windows Media Player can be found at

Enjoy! I know I do. ;)

An insightful and beautifully-written post about Clay from the Claymates Yahoo! Group:

In his performance of "Solitaire" last night, Clay rose to a level which we had
not yet seen on American Idol. He didn't just sing a song well. He sang from
his soul and put all the pain and heartache of the songwriter into his voice and
his eyes, and we felt it, we experienced it as our own because Clay brought
us totally into it. He has the gift of the poets, the bards of years gone by who
would take the emotions and experiences of the tribe and put them into words
and song and then relate them back to the tribe so that they could all be
unified in that experience. As the audience, we experienced the catharsis, the
release of emotion that Aristotle said was the most important element of
ancient Greek drama. Clay taps into that spirit -- he has the ability to make us
feel what he is feeling, he takes us with him, and we go willingly and weep
when it is over. Clay is more than a singer or a performer. He is a poet. And
we are in love with him.

It's a wonderful feeling! :-)

Claymate #389

Read an excellent review of last night's performances at the Reality News Online website.

I can't wait for tonight...and another victory for Clay. :)

Tuesday, April 29, 2003

Tonight, Neil Sedaka was the guest judge on American Idol 2. The man was brilliant.

After Clay's first performance ("Build Me Up, Buttercup"), he said that Clay "sing[s] like Andre Agassi plays tennis" and that he would "kill to write and produce [Clay Aiken's] first CD."

After Clay's second performance ("Solitaire"), he, looking to be on the verge of tears, said that he had "lost that song to [Clay] tonight...from now on it will be a Clay Aiken song."

High praise from one of the most successful songwriters in history.

I would just like to state, for the record, that if I hear the phrase "from geek to chic" one more time in relation to anything, I am going to start assaulting people. Consider yourself warned.

Monday, April 28, 2003

I've heard many people say that the fact that Ruben and Clay are so far ahead of the rest of the competition in AI2 is proof that America's youth are tired of bubble gum pop, which reqires only a pint of makeup, an inch of clothing, and the ability to roughly carry a tune in order to be successful.

However, the truth of the matter is that middle-aged women are more of a force to be reckoned with than Simon Fuller could ever have imagined.

Other proof of this phenomenon? Josh Groban.

Sunday, April 27, 2003

And another amusing Clay-related quote:

"There are lines for people with tickets, lines for people buying
overpriced T-shirts, lines for people with different special tickets
of different special colors. In every line there's somebody
whispering about their connections, about the person they know on the
inside, the PA or camera assistant or page with the power to get them
that extra bit closer to seeing or touching Ryan Seacrest or Clay Aiken or Kimberley Locke or Clay Aiken or Ruben Studdard or Clay Aiken."

The full article appears here.

Clay does an amazing version of "Unchained Melody".

Also, someone sent me this quote, which I found highly hilarious:

"I think women like stuffed animals because we are naturally drawn to
cute, innocent, wide-eyed furry things - like kittens and bunnies and
Clay Aiken." - Nat Lauzon

Oh well, for now, this silly little blog is just going to be all about Clay. That's appropriate, since that's apparently all I am capable of thinking about.

Although, I actually am making good progress through Saddam: King of Terror by Con Coughlin. I'm trying to educate myself. Isn't that admirable?

On a somewhat different note, and one of intense stupidity, I have finally managed to set this blog to my correct time zone.

Saturday, April 26, 2003

A comprehensive list of my boys follows:

1. Josh Groban

2. Michael Buble

3. Clay Aiken

These are people that I love dearly. LOVE!! Now, there are a few others such as David Foster, Paul Spaeth, Zach Provost, etc. But they're not my boys. They're just some of my favorites. Now, don't insult my boys or my favorites, or I'll simply have to call you names. This is fair warning.

Augh! This is turning into a page of solid American Idol 2 links! Oh well. Take a look at this article about the American Idol contract: "Slaves of Celebrity". Credible? Or propaganda created by someone who doesn't want the likely winners to win? Who knows.
I woke up this morning to something highly amusing. Finally someone else who thinks Carmen sounds like a sheep. Fantastic!

Friday, April 25, 2003

And looky here! I found this the other night, but I just re-found it and I must share it with you. The part about Clay is great! ETOnline Article.

"...velvet-voiced elf Clay Aiken..." :) What a lovely description! :)

See? I just keep feeling the need to direct you to marvellous Clay things! :) They now have online clips of the new American Idol 2 CD. You can listen to them here at the Wal-Mart website. Clay sings "On the Wings of Love" and it's beautiful! Wow...I can't wait for the album! ;)

And by the way, I've discovered today that, given a computer with Windows Media Player, I can make any female fall madly in love with Clay Aiken within 10 minutes..guaranteed. If you care to challenge me, email me at

Thursday, April 24, 2003

Late night quick email check. And it revealed... An excellent article about Clay Aiken. It's beautifully insightful...a work of art! I highly recommend it.
I have acquired new possessions:

1) A Kleenex box cover made to look like a John Deere couch.

2) A Baby Ruth Hotwheels car.

3) Several cards designed by artist Christine Villeneuve, who refuses to take her business online, or I would provide you with a link.

Just felt you all needed to know that I am given bizarre things at my father's house.

I've decided something else today. From now on, I will support one charity per fixation. For Josh Groban, it's the David Foster Foundation. For Michael Bublé, I have nothing yet. And for Clay Aiken, it's the A.E. Finley YMCA. Oh, please, let Michael never support a charity, or I may be broke at all times!
I have come to a conclusion. The real reason that reality TV is so popular is because everybody wants to have an opinion. It doesn't matter what it's about. They want to have an opinion and talk about it. If they hear other people talking about something that they know nothing about, they immediately inform themselves (to some degree, at least) so that they can form an opinion of some kind. That's why the world revolves around reality TV. Desperation for an opinion. Any opinion.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Well, thank heavens. Finally, America gains some sense and kicks bleating Carmen off. Though, in all reality, I'm not that unfeeling. Really, I thought it was a little sad when she left. I mean, she never really had a chance, and most everyone knew it. Still, they must have all gotten to be pretty good friends over the course of the show so far, and it must have been hard for them to see her go.

But wait! Stop! I'm revealing the female, emotional side of me! Blech! Enough of THAT!

Clay was adorable. His wink was the cutest thing. He just sat there, looking cute, stealing hearts and breaking them! :D He looks like a pixie. A male pixie, don't get me wrong. :)

From now on, it's going to get harder and harder to kick people off... But I'll be rooting for Clay all the way! :D And yes, that was pitiful and horribly fanlike, but I can't help it. That's what I am! No longer can I deny my nature! Obviously, my female emotions win through.

If you read this and you want to vote for Clay, go to the USAToday AI2 Poll.

And now I'm going to post my American Idol 2 opinions from last night that I just slaved over to post on the Josh Groban board. Actually, since it was rambling, it was pretty easy for me:

Carmen was terrible. She sounded, as usual, like a sheep on uppers.

Clay was great! I don't think it was his BEST performance, but I really think he did well. I love that song, and the more I listen to it, the more I like it! And he looked AMAZING! Flashbacks to Josh's Oprah outfit. LOL (Yeah, I know it's not the same, but leather...mmmm...) I don't think he ever would actually do Broadway, if it came right down to it. I think if he doesn't win and doesn't get a deal regardless, he'll probably go back to his special needs kids. Plus, I think Simon's just WRONG about that. Sure, Clay would be great on Broadway, but I think his voice works really well for pop too. It sounds good to ME, and I think that's what counts. Plus, Clay, hands down, has the cutest personality of them all. He went through four distinct facial expressions when they displayed the voting number: 1) Goofy 2) Serious 3) Sexy 4) Pleading It was TOO CUTE!!

Ruben was alright. I'm not a huge fan of his, but he did fairly well, and he'll probably be hanging on for a long while yet.

Kim Locke I think was not good at all. Maybe I'm comparing her too much to Celine, but it didn't do a thing for me.

Trenyce was actually really good, I thought. She did a nice job with the song, and she wasn't really off-key or anything. I'm not a fan of her personality, but I think she sang well.

Josh was not good. Seems like if he's been singing that song for so long, he should have done better. Who knows. But it didn't work for him. He needs to stick to country.

Did anyone else think that Diane Warren was useless? And Simon's comment at his surprise that she could write such beautiful lyrics was HILARIOUS.

Simon was pretty harsh. But I love him still. I think he knows more about backlash vote than anyone gives him credit for, and could be trying to HELP Clay with his criticism. Just a theory.

Randy was, once again, unpredictable in a boring sort of way.

Paula was her usual self, whatever that means.

And Ryan was as adorable as ever. I love him! Somehow, he manages to be funny and yet NOT funny, all at once. LOL! And I love his hair, too. :)

Well, that's that. If you want to see something terribly amusing in general (and relating to reality TV, including American Idol 2), go to

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Well, I have finally given into pop culture completely with the creation of this blog. I try to resist, really I do, thinking that perhaps I have matured beyond its reaches. But then dear little Clayton Aiken, the cute little white Southern Baptist boy from Raleigh, North Carolina, walks onto American Idol and into my heart, making me once again a screaming, swooning little girl. Will it ever end? I thought perhaps I could draw the line at Clay, but then I started thinking, "What about a blog?" That was my true downfall.

So, here we are. We've only just begun. To live. No white lace and promises here, though. Or, sadly, kisses of any kind. Oh well...all's well that ends well, and I haven't ended yet! In fact, I've only just begun. To go in circles. Or did I begin long ago? Ponder THAT!