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We'll let you know who made the Final 12....after the break.
I am a creature of addiction. Tea, lip gloss, cookies, "Gilmore Girls", shopping, e-mailing, photography...you name it, and I'll get addicted to it. Thank goodness I made a lifelong promise to that old guy at the Big Bull to never take up smoking!
My latest addiction is "Australian Idol". I just can't stop watching it. And it's on SO much! Throughout the week, I find myself asking people whether they have watched the show, and who they are supporting. I find myself wondering what sort of crazy antics the contestants will get up to next.
My family is also addicted. At dinner the other night, my brother said, "This chicken is fantastic. It definitely gets into my Top Ten." I agreed: "Yes, I'm going to SMS 'CHICKEN' to 19 10 10." Then I pretended to be the chicken, post-song and wings akimbo, anxiously waiting for people to vote for it.
Last year, I was fine. I started watching the show at the end of the season, and that was it. I even pretended that, instead of liking the show, I was enjoyed it only in an ironic, cynical sort of way. But now, I have become an unashamed fan of "Australian Idol". I even know nearly all of the Top 30's names. I haven't succumbed to voting yet, though- that's when I'm in trouble. I'll know that I also have a major problem if I buy the Top 12's CD single. Plus, one of my friends (who shall remain nameless) told me last night that she tapes the shows and re-watches them- I'm yet to step over that line, too.
And who am I cheering for? Chanel, of course! Us eccentric girls with flowers in our hair have to stick together. |