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[July 13, 2009 @ 12:30am] |
Years ago when would watch American Idol at home with my boyfriend, I would think to myself, “lol, these poor suckers. I wonder what happens to them once they get kicked off the show…”
I had this preconceived notion that they all did marginally well for themselves and that they all ended up with some kind of distribution deal out of it. That much immediate exposure had to do SOMETHING for them, right? I mean just because I didn’t hear anything about them didn’t mean they weren’t finding success outside of the white hot spot light.
BOY, WAS I WRONG.
Hi I’m Gina Glocksen, and I’m a rejected American Idol Reject. I was eliminated in 9th place on the 6th season of American Idol, and I’m willing to bet that almost none of you know who the fuck I am.
WOW that sounds really emo and pathetic; two things that I’m TOTALLY NOT. I’m totally okay with you people not knowing who I am. That gives me the chance to hit on you and win you over with my charming personality, knowing you’ve never heard my rendition of “Paint it Black” and therefore having you hate me from the get go. Hahahaha.
Personally, I’m totally fine with the whole ‘not a fame whore’ thing. I have managed to hold on to a handful of fans that keep track of my musical endeavors, and have held onto the freedom I have to be a normal human being that can go out with my friends and get wasted and not worry about TMZ calling me an alcoholic or having Perez Hilton draw penises on my face. It’s a beautiful thing! There was about a year long span where I was totally paranoid to go out and do anything; our idol publicists drilled into our skulls the importance of maintaining a shiny, squeaky clean reputation, and quite frankly, it was fuckin hard. I’m not squeaky clean. I’m gritty and a little bit grimy from time to time. My favorite word is fuck, and I could probably drink most of you under the table (I’m looking at you, Christopher). But I felt restricted. Like I couldn’t be myself. And I’m so thankful that that has eased up a little bit. I’ve stopped having “professionals” tell me that I need to lose weight, or that I need to stop biting my nails, or that I need to clean up my vocabulary. I mean fuck, if I can’t be myself, I don’t want the gig thank you very much.
But I definitely still do my own thing. I work for Fox when I feel like it, and work on my album every other second of my life. I’m super A.D.D. so it’s taking me FOREVER to finish this thing, but I think that once we get all the songs in the can, it’ll be out in no time. I’m not really in a rush, though. I kinda dig the way my life is at the moment. I have friends that care about me, fans that look forward to my next move, and a family that supports me through the lows and the highs.
So maybe my original thought was correct: Everyone can experience success, even if they’re not in the white hot spot light.
But don’t be fooled: I’M GONNA BE GOIN AFTER IT AGAIN PRETTY SOON. ;)
Just. Not right now. I mean fuck, I’m still recuperating from my 4 day birthday bash. Note to you people: If you ever have kids, try not to have them born around the 4th of july. They will be complete and utter party animals if they have a double excuse to get wasted every single year on their birthday. That’s all I’m saying. Do the words “Booze Cruise” mean anything to you? YEAH I DIDN’T THINK SO.
Also: Did anyone else out there take the ghetto route and take advantage of free slurpee day yesterday? I’m an addict, so there’s no way I can say no to a free slurpee.
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[July 12, 2009 @ 1:28am] |
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(559): you puked in the cab and all over yourself and tried to convince the cabby it was there already when he got upset... then you puked again. not too convincing are you
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