Ick

Hey there,

I don't have much to write tonight. Not only am I running on about 4 hours of (inconsistent) sleep... I'm running on a bit of a fever, too. I don't think I could tell you the last time I had a fever. Actually, I could. Junior Year when Sarah had to cart my bum off to the doctors office. BUT... other than that... I haven't been sick in FOREVER! I don't know how many of you know this, but I think I hold the record for consecutive years gone without puking. Let's see... I'll be 23 in April and the last time I tossed my proverbial cookies was all over the doctor's office when I was 7. That's almost 16 years, ladies and gents. 16 glorious, vomitless years ;)

Yes, I did just knock on this wooden desk. Don't laugh. You would have too.

So, American Idol, huh?? I think that talking about the new season falls well under the "Ick" label I put in the subject line. I won't talk about these people much, but for the love of everything that is good in this world... what are they thinking?!?!?! I've heard monkeys that sing better than some of those people. And no... I don't just say that because I have a bit of a attatchment to monkeys. I wonder what kind of friends these people have. You know, the people that go to auditions and actually think they are good. Who tells them they are good? Maybe I'm just one of those "honesty is always the best policy" people, but if I had a friend who thought they could sing and couldn't... I wouldn't let them embarrass themselves on national TV. I guess they are on TV though, and that's enough for them.

Ok, well... Im gonna get to sleep. My head is getting heavier by the minute and I'm still kinda uncomfortable from that whole hot inside, cold outside fever feeling. I hope all of you out there in the world wide web are having a wonderful week.

Blessings,
Tempa

PS... thanks for all the people who have complemented this blog recently!! It's very kind of you and I appreciate it!