The dee-de-dee *thank you Carlos Mencia for the reference* sitting beside me has blatantly, out and out FARTED 3 times in the last half an hour. I'm talking about a raising his asscheek off the chair, and letting out a big, stinky, know it has to be a wet-one fart. 3 TIMES! HALF HOUR!

Remind me I don't want to use computer #9 at any time in the next week, or century, or so.

Oh. And reason number 5, 864, 296 is that the same dee-de-dee is speaking, at the top of his lungs, WHILE HE USES HIS HEADSET. "No, not there. Move over. *sigh* Come ON"

Please. Electricity Soon.

SOUL PATROL SOUL PATROL SOUL PATROL SOUL PATROL SOUL PATROL!

Ok. I feel better. Kind of.

Kat sang 'Rainbow' and I admit, it was amazing. But her first song was just ok, and her 'single'? Is painfully reminiscent of 'Moment Like This' by Kelly Clarkson. Who'da thunk that Kelly would've sprung to what she's become after that one? Not me.

Taylor rocked the house. And I am more than excited to watch tonight's finale. If he doesn't win, this competition is rigged in a way that here in KS, they have a term for it - one that I refuse to use.

Go Team Taylor!

HOMG.

Someone just sat in the 'fart-chair' at computer #9.

I'm giggling like a monster.

And I can't explain to anyone why.

My life is sad.

*snork*