My Idol!

So, I hate to admit it, but I am an American Idol junkie (you might even say I'm a "livid" viewer). When the season began, I immediately fell in love with young Anthony Federov. I don't know for certain what it was...the blond hair, the tough past, the slight accent. I just couldn't get enough! However, in recent weeks, while he's managed to hang on for dear life thanks to what we can only assume is a big family, a tight hometown, and hoardes of 11-year old girls, I've found myself a willing participant in the workplace "Anthony has to go" conversations. Tonight, still ridiculously upset over the Anwar and Constantine oustings, I flipped on the tv, fully intending (even before the show began) to vote repeatedly for Bo. I really don't want to see gorgeous, perfect, perky Carrie win. I can't stomach it. Anyway, I digress. Anthony somehow managed to find his way back into my heart tonight. His voice was gorgeous. It was like the Anthony I remembered from so long ago, ages before the good performers were voted off. I even became choked up during his second song. He's adorable! The moral of the story: tomorrow, when Anthony breathes a sigh of relief and one of the other finalists wipes away her tears and prepares to pack her bags, I'm the girl to blame...because my next stop is the garage to get a beer and dial 1-866-IDOLS-04 obsessively into the wee hours of the morning.