Letting it All Out

Jason Castro, just in case you do some ego surfing, you should know that I stalled time in order to watch you live on the boob tube this week. Worse, I cannot stop myself from watching your YouTube videos, from checking random facts about you in the interweb, from browsing fan sites galore, and from ogling your pictures. Even the semi-nekkid ones. You know, I get to practice my savvy internet research skills because of you. And that isn’t my definition of cool.

My Castronimification is becoming totally whack and I ought to be ashamed of myself. I have never been fixated with any reality TV star or even show before. (I did root bigtime for Team BJ and Tyler from the Amazing Race, though.) This is your entire fault. From the get go, my thumb automatically stopped flipping the remote control. Colombian Americans who have dreadlocks can be so damn hot! Besides, who knew that someone like you would end up in American Idol?

And when you open your mouth, expect me to behave like a tween. What a Day for a Daydream and I Just Want to be Your Everything made me feel like a 13-year-old again. When you sung Hallelujah, I had goose bumps. Seriously. You totally nailed it. And if you sing If I Fell again, I would not mind having you in my bedroom. (Simon Cowell, even if you are always spot on, I did not agree with your comment about his performance. )

Jason, I want you to win. (Or Brooke White. Or the rocker dudes David Cook and Michael Johns. Too bad Danny Noriega, my favorite, did not last. Wildcard perhaps?) Finally, I had let it all out. This shall be the last time that I would post American Idol related stuff Just Because. Plus I know it’s very lame. But I’d still be watching you every week And examine Ryan Seacrest’s perfect eyebrows during his airtime. Mmkay?

Photo grabbed from americanidol.com.