Um... hello... my name is realornot... and I have a confession.
This Elliott guy... he's been in my dreams the past few nights. It's so odd. In one of them, we went camping... something I can't even stand to do. (But Elliott talked me into it.) Another one we were at an awards show. He wasn't there to get an award either... we were just there... up in the balcony.
I used to have a dream book that would help you try to interpret your dreams. It would be interesting to find out what it is supposed to mean. For the moment, I'll just assume it means I'm supposed to be voting for him... or he'll end up living in a camper and watching award shows.
What's really odd is that he never sang to me. No serenades. No singing me to sleep. Not even any campfire songs. Just hot dog roasting and awards shows. I asked Mr. Realornot if he felt threatened by my new dream guy. He laughed. I can't believe he's not worried.
I have GOT to start getting some outside interests. American Idol has me in it's grasp. I hope Elliott wins it all. I mean, we practically have a relationship now.