Gracin was, perhaps, the most earnest of the performers. He had positioned himself as a Clint Black/Garth Brooks kind of country singer. He wore cowboy hats and favored a necklace so crowded with big, jangling charms that it looked as though he were wearing a janitor's key ring around his neck.
Still, Gracin could not find a compelling stage persona. The bronze highlights (applied on air) didn't flatter his military buzz cut, which never grew out on the sides. Gracin couldn't develop a stage style that said anything other than "I mow my own lawn."
Poor guy. I can't believe he made it so far in the first place. I mean, the only reason he could have possibly kept on is because of the Marine thing. When he first auditioned, he was wearing a horrible white turtleneck and jeans that made his butt look bigger than mine. And he marched. And saluted. I was astonished that the judges didn't just dissolve in laughter and say, "Get out of here." But he did have an okay voice, and I'm glad that he got to the finals, and I'm glad that American Idol hasn't been about looks this time around. (I never watched the first one, but I'll admit, I did watch the last 10 minutes of the finale to make sure that puffy haired camel boy didn't win.)
And hey, uh, last time I checked, there wasn't anything shameful about mowing your own lawn.

Heads up, Matt.

Saw X2: X-men United. Liked it lots and lots. I recommend it.

I really like Alan Cumming. I'm so disappointed that he had already left Cabaret by the time I got to see it on Broadway.

I'd buy a ring like that for Betty if I weren't so coked up and gay! What? Why am I talking?!
Andy Dick is such an addict.
Chris Kattan is funny.

Let's see, Mark-Paul Gosselaar is on NYPD Blue, Tiffani-Amber Thiessen is on some cop show, Mario Lopez co-hosts that talk show with Dick Clark... But I just saw Dustin Diamond as a "hottie judge" on "Jenny Jones." Wow, why doesn't he just commit suicide?

Go away, Staind.

I am glad to admit it when i find a woman sexy, but to me, Jennifer Lopez is not sexually attractive.

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Ah, the Dennis Miller ratio...
If you know not of what I speak, please watch episode AABF18, "They Saved Lisa's Brain."

Rhettbutler81: it will all be over soon
Wendolene17: it better
Wendolene17: and you will stay with me for one week and one half
Wendolene17: then we will be together most of the summmmmmmmer
Rhettbutler81: actually we'll be together for the rest of our lives
Wendolene17: oh HONEY

Fall Quarter. For now. For now.

DAMN! I want to mail a freaking poster... I figured it would cost maybe $4 or $5 for the mailing tube, but no, $10.50! I have never said this before, but I'll say it now... WTF?!

Tummy no feel good. Stupid Golden Grahams.

US Citizenship test. Take it. I missed one, and I'll admit it.

Oh how I enjoy living a 6 year old girl's stone's throw from a construction site. Sleep? Why bother, when they're out there at 6:30am with pneumatic drills and electric screwdrivers that sound like chainsaws. And for some reason, my roommate refuses to quit using the garage door, even though it's broken and it keeps making worse and worse noises every time she uses it. And that's another cool thing. When she uses the garage door, it's right under my room, so it sounds like a bus is driving underneath my bed. With some clang-clang-clank thrown in, because the freakin door is going to just fall down and crush something one of these days.

Can't talk. Robbed. Go hell.

I've never been anywhere in this whole dang country and I'm sick of it. I want to drive, drive, drive. All over. I don't even care where I go, as long as it's relatively sunny, relatively warm, and I have money for petrol and occasional eats.

GYAHHHHH!!!!!
This kid needs to fire his PR rep and wardrobe people.
And stop making movies.

The SARS virus can survive on common surfaces at room temperature for hours or even days, which could explain how people can catch the deadly lung infection without face-to-face contact with a sick person, scientists have found.
Superb.
Note to self: Stop doing anything.