Friday, March 25, 2011

he don't need no doctor

I was just bawling over the fact that Casey Abrams had to sing for the judges' save.

What can I say, I love the man.

I admire everything about him. The way he looks like he could be way older than I am, which he isn't. The way that he pwns the melodica and the upright bass. The possibility that he might be very passionate about movies to be working in a film camp. The fact that his parents had him in their 40s. The way that he sings and performs with divinity. The way that he seems to always be getting the need to hang out in a hospital somewhere, and yet never fail to bring it like a pro come showtime. The way he seems to genuinely like and care for his fellow contestants. The way he strikes me as an amazing, awesome person, and I just have to look at my computer screen to get to that conclusion. And the fact that I can actually suffer through American Idol because he's still there.

I love him enough to even try to demean a blogger who didn't seem to like him as much by leaving an unsolicited comment - Meh. We can't all be nice.

I don't believe in luck, but I'm crossing my fingers for Casey anyway.


  1. whether or not that whole drama last night was staged, i think i'll be voting for Casey a whole lot more next week