Reading: I'll never finish the damn Dan Brown Book!!!!

Listening to: Lost Prophets Start Something

Visualizing: Myself as a Judge for American Idol...scary.

I really like to travel around but I really hate sleeping in hotels. Especially when I have to share a room with a bunch of stinky boys. Good thing we�ll be dividing the smokers and the nonsmokers. Nothing against the cancer craving fanatics, I just don�t like to come home smelling like I was in a house fire. Not that it doesn�t happen anyway, especially when I spend 5 hours in a bar with people blowing smoke in my face as I�m trying to sing. I can�t really complain; if it weren�t for them I wouldn�t have this chain-smoking, whisky-drinking voice I have. I�d probably be able to sing pop then�thank god for smokers.

Speaking of pop singers, I was watching bits of American Idol this past week and I can�t get over how many of them sound the same. They all do the bluesy soul thing with a bit of yodeling. Yodeling? Yeah, it�s like they have to hit every note in a chromatic scale in order to make a point. Just sing the note. It�s really not that hard to do. If you want to make a point, that�s fine, but don�t bore us with it either. I know, if it were me judging, I�d get really fed up with the people who try to hide a lack of talent with how many notes they can hit. Of course I�d never audition for American Idol�people have to have talent to do something like that, and I�m the first one to say that I really don�t. I can scream and that�s what I get paid for.