COOK RULES ALL…forever and ever amen.

WHAT DID I SAY just hours ago?

WHAT DID I SAY?

Let me remind you:
“The judges pretty much declared Archie a winner last night which is good and all except I hope that doesn’t ruin it for him because many times in the past Idol has (sadly) proven that stellar performances doesn’t always guarantee you a place in the competition.”

38 mins ago, Cheryl sent me an SMS text saying: .DAVID COOK WON!

To which I replied: Your joking! Your joking!!

Cheryl: im not! he won! he reali did!

COOK! COOK! COOK!

I knew it would be suicide for the judges to declare Archie the winner last night!

I knew Idol would throw us a curveball when we least expected it!

Poor Archie, he was an amazing contestant but it doesn’t change the fact that COOK IS THE AMERICAN IDOL!

We have all learned a few things: That finally, this contest has shown that the American public can appreciate alternative rock over pop. And that you should never count your chickens before they are hatched. And oh, that David Cook rocks. And that I am officially a geek.

I don’t care.

DAVID COOK IS THE AMERICAN IDOL.

And for once I am convinced that more than one Cook will just make my broth better.
Nyahahaha.

David vs David

Listening to: John Mayer
“Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?”

Okay, I have to start work in exactly 11 minutes (give or take) and I normally wouldn’t blog when I didn’t have to liberty to draft and redraft but I think this doesn’t need much rewriting.

American Idol finals 2008 (or for Randy Jackson who is convinced it’s 2007) was literally a David Versus Goliath affair. Well, Big David (David Cook, DC) versus Little David (David Archuletta who will be forthwith known an Archie) at least.

I watched the American Idol finals last night and needless to say, that since I am on D.C’s side that I am pretty much heartbroken. I think DC brought it last night especially with the Collective Soul song (genius!) but I have to admit that Archie definitely stepped it up last night and oh what a step up. Like Simon said, he came there to win and he definitely sang like he had something to prove, whereas DC was like, this is me – take me or leave me.

Which isn’t a bad thing except when it’s the AI finals and your opponent has roughly over a million tween fans. Give or take. The judges pretty much declared Archie a winner last night which is good and all except I hope that doesn’t ruin it for him because many times in the past Idol has (sadly) proven that stellar performances doesn’t always guarantee you a place in the competition.

Both Davids are awesome musicians with a lot of heart for their music and they both deserve to be in the finals. But as they say, only one can win. I’d like to say Archie may have it more in the bag than DC but then again, there’s still a few hours left till voting closes and DC has been a tremendously consistent performer (barring the Innocent performance) and should not be sidelined.

I wouldn’t be upset if Archie won but I am still in DC’s corner and there’s still a little hope left in me.

The Number 23

So I watched The Number 23 last night on HBO, the Jim Carrey thriller about a man who reads a book about the number 23. The character in the book gets obsessed in finding the number 23 in all instances of his life and eventually becomes a killer and Jim Carrey’s life begins to imitate fiction.

I won’t go into the details but it’s pretty scary when you see how almost every significant event in history adds up somehow to 23 or something related to it. “Revelations only has 22 chapters, and we all know how that ends up”, is one example. Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times. Well really, they give lots of instances, just watch the movie. Anyway, I watched it, and fell asleep in the beginning and at the end, and my aunt called in the middle of it all so I’ll really have to watch the whole thing again but the fact of the matter is, I didn’t get as into the movie as I may have.

Or at least as Barath did.

He called me up last night after the movie and made several revelations of his own to me.

His birthday is December 20, 1985.
20/12 = 20 + 1 + 2 = 23

Mine is November 30, 1985.
30/11 = 30 + 1 + 1 = 32, which is the reverse of 23.

We were both born in 1985;
1+9+8+5 = 10 + 13 = 23.

Now you think that’s freaky and a result of actively seeking things out to make sense of them where there wouldn’t be otherwise, or just mere coincidences right?

Our anniversary is August 24 of every year.
24/08 = 24 + 8 = 32, which is the reverse of 23.

The pattern stops after that but I had to say my night prayers for a long time after that.

Here lies Frustration…gone too soon

Listening to: Timbaland feat Keri Hilson – Miscommunication
“I gave you my number cause…you were looking sad and lonely.”

I tell you one thing – you don’t ever want to piss a writer of because they can immortalize you as a bitch for eternity faster than you can say “do what?” Yeah doesn’t sound like much right now, but that’s what countless people in history are aching over. Your memory will always surpass you - nobody reads epitaphs or remembers the good things as memorably as the one humongous black dot marring the white sheet that is your life. Such is life.

So writers really have two things working for them in their favor – their writing and karma. I’ll tell you why, karma always gets you – no matter what, good or bad, what goes around comes around. Every action generates an equal and opposite reaction. Which leads me to believe that if I write about you, one day someone will write about me. Maybe someone already is. Honestly, I don’t really give a shit at this moment.

Let’s call a stone a stone and move on. Just because we’re new in this place, does not mean we are, in consequence, stupid. Foreign does not have to necessarily mean ignorant. You running to the boss for every single thing does not in effect make you more superior than either one of us, I’ve seen the way you do your work – I just don’t say anything about it because being a rat doesn’t sit well with my conscience.

I was reluctantly acceptant of the fact that I should just mind my own business, that things would come around in their own time. Oh how mean I feel right now and maybe it’s the PMS talking, but man, did it come around. I only wish I had been around to see your face.

And I didn’t even get to write about you.

Okay I’m in a mean mood, don’t judge me. Last week has been pretty bad, office politics sucks ass. Some people just need to learn to either keep their mouths shut or go through the channels. Someone should give you a chapstick for all the asses you kiss in order to stay in their good books.

Sigh, I hate that my blog has become a platform by which I vent my frustration but really, if I don’t do it here, I never will and I need a space to rant or this will all explode inside of me. And I don’t really need someone to write an epitaph for me right now.