Michael Jackson - Earth Song.

If you asked anyone who knew me about who my heroes or greatest influences are, they would definitely cite Michael Jackson as one of them or even my biggest hero (other than my mom, but that's a different story).

I cannot even begin to express the respect and admiration that I have for him. He epitomized the pop music scene. Hell, he has made contributions to the music scene that no other individual will be able to mimic. His music has changed my life in so many ways, I wouldn't be where or who I am without it.

People might think that it's somewhat stupid that a person could have such a huge influence on me, but I literally grew up with his music. His music is what molded me into what I am today. His lyrics have the ability to affect me in such a way that it makes me think more than I really should. He is what inspired me to take up the piano in the first place and he is the reason why I'm fighting tooth and nail to be able to make music my career, to make it my entire life.

When I was about 3 or 4, I would dress up in the most ridiculous outfits, pop that video tape of his concert from the Dangerous Tour that my dad bought me into the player and pretend that I was just like him, singing into a water bottle/hairbrush/toothbrush whilst attempting to emulate his dance moves and just wishing that I could have just a little bit of his star quality or his talent. I still feel like that little girl who would have given anything in the world to be as talented as he was.

Yet, people call him "weird". They call him a "freak". They call him a "pedophile". They call him the worst things that people could ever say and to be honest, it hurts to know that this is all they see. Instead of praising or commending him for his work, people overlook all of that and nitpick on his personal life, which I personally find absolutely disgusting.

Why don't you try telling that to the 5 year old who had the chance of a lifetime to see him in his element. To see him live not once, but TWICE and had the best nights of her entire life just watching him do what he does best. Tell that to the 5 year old, who eagerly waited outside his hotel, just to catch a glimpse of him (WHICH SHE SO TOTALLY DID, SO SUCK ON THAT) with a photo of him in her hands, just hoping and praying so hard that he would sign it and make her entire day, or even make her entire childhood (WHICH HE SO TOTALLY DID, SO SUCK ON THAT TOO). Can you do what he's done? Can you emulate what he has contributed to the music world, to the entire society with all the work he has done for children, what he has done to the community?If you can't, then just stfu and gtfo.

I am devastated, I will not deny it. I cried when I heard the news. I went through the 5 stages of grief. My heart felt like a rock in my chest. I am still in denial. I am still devastated because I have to reiterate yet again, the fact that Michael Jackson is my hero. And I am not afraid to admit it.

He is an amazing individual that left the world too soon. I sincerely hope that people will remember him for his work and not for anything else. I hope that people will celebrate his life and all of the great things he has done for the community, for the music industry and especially for his fans (DUDE HE SIGNED MY PICTURE, WHAT DOES THAT TELL YOU?). How ironic is it that he wrote the following quote? Not only is it perfectly apt to describe his life, but it's also one of my favourite lines by him:

I will remember you. The entire world will remember you and your amazing legacy. Keep on moon-walking in that big Neverland in the sky, and as cheesy as that sounds, I think it's absolutely perfect for you.

Thank you for all you have done. You will forever and always be my King of Pop.

Led Zeppelin - Black Dog.

OH YA HAI. I KNOW I SAID NO POSTS FOR AWHILE BUT I CAN'T HELP IT. WHY IS HE SO FLIPPING PRETTY?

HE HAS FRECKLES ON HIS ARMS. FLIPPING PRECIOUS.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

*DEAD FROM THE HEATWAVES THAT THE FIERCEST HBIC EMITS OFF HIS GLITTERY, GLAMOROUS BEING*

ALSO. GOODBYE A-LEVELS. I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS EXCITED SINCE THEY PUT THE "GO" IN GOKEY.

LET'S AIR GUITAR WITH POCKET IDOL!!!!

YEAH, CAPES!

IS STILL ON IDOL HIGH. DON'T JUDGE. BUT SRSLY. DON'T YOU THINK FAN GIRL ME IS WAY BETTER THAN "OH-MY-LIFE-SUCKS" ME? HELL YEAH! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M NOT LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE. I'M A LOT MORE MELLOW AND SUBTLE.

I JUST ACT LIKE THIS ONLINE BECAUSE I'M CLOAKED IN A SHADOW OF ANONYMITY AND IT'S BETTER THAN FREAKING OUT IN REAL TIME. SORT OF. NOT RLY. YOU GET MY DRIFT.

I SURE AS HELL AM A LOT MORE ENTERTAINING ONLINE.

ANONYMITY&ENTERTAINMENT.
I HAS IT.
K NOT RLY LOL.

BUT SRSLY. IF I SPAZZED OUT IN FRONT OF YOU, YOU'D BE GOING, "WHO'S THIS FREAK SHOW?"
AMIRITE? BUT THEN AGAIN, ME SPAZZING ONLINE MAKES YOU THINK THE SAME THING.

Allison Iraheta - Give In To Me.

FILLER POST. BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS DED. And I probably won't update much anymore , because again, social life = DED.

MOVING ON.

This is the hottest shit in the entire universe. This man is made of fucking glitter and fierce. UNF.

There's a butterfly and a snake near his crotch.
Your argument is invalid.

Adam has the best quotes ever. Seriously. And OMG HE'S GAY? SRSLY?????? SHOCKZOR.

Not really. That man screams glittery, glamorous gay. YOU MUST HAVE BEEN BLIND TO HAVE NOT SEEN THIS COMING 5 MILLION MILES AWAY. *THROWS GLITTER AROUND*

He talks about everything in this interview.

E V E R Y T H I N G.

To the point where I'm like, "TOO MUCH INFORMATION, BB." BUT OH WELL.

The drugs thing is not cool though. Tsk tsk. BAD ADAM. STAY AWAY FROM SHROOMS AND X.

AND I TOTALLY KNEW HE HAD A CRUSH ON KRIS. TOTALLY. HELLO. LOOK AT THE KRADAM LOVE GOING AROUND.

I have a full transcription! Whoever reads it gets a cookie! But somehow I'm expecting people to tell me this (who the fuck still reads this shit?):

So I'll just post awesome quotes.

"I had a psychedelic experience where I looked up at the clouds and went, 'Oh!'" he says. "I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen."

"Is it smog that makes everything look that way?" Lambert muses, gazing into the distance. "Or is it glitter?"

"I'm proud of my sexuality," he says. "I embrace it. It's just another part of me."

"I was like, 'I'm going to glue rhinestones on my eyelids, bitch! That's right, American Idol in platform boots. You ain't voting anymore.'

"I loved it this season when girls went crazy for me," he says. "As far as I'm concerned, it's all hot. Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean that I don't find it beautiful." [YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, BB.]

"'I have to sing something everybody knows, but I'm going to make it work for me, and I am not going to give a fuck about what the theme is that week -- and, most of all, I'm going to just ignore the pageantry of the whole thing."

"It's so pageant," he says. "That's why it's hard for people like Allison [Iraheta], who won't stand there and smile, say what they want her to say. I was on my best behavior, but it wasn't fake. That's really was my best self."

When Lambert hit the top 13, he sublet his studio apartment in a 1920s Hollywood building and moved into the show's Bel-Air mansion with a new roommate: eventual winner Kris Allen. "I was like, 'Oh, shit, they put me with the cute guy,'" he says. "Distracting! He's the one guy I found attractive in the whole group on the show: nice, nonchalant, pretty and totally my type -- except that he has a wife. I mean, he's open-minded and liberal, but he's definitely 100 percent straight."

"Danny is by the book, and the book is the Word," he says diplomatically. "And I respect that. Just don't try to push it on me and we're good."

"One of the vocal coaches once said to me, 'Stop giving everybody such good advice. No one else is doing it for them,'" says Lambert. "But it was good karma, you know?"

"I've only dressed in drag three or four times -- and of course I took pictures, because I looked amazing -- but I don't tuck and wear breasts, that's not me," he says. "Sucking my boy's face? Yes, that I will own."

"During plays, Adam would hang out in the girls' dressing room while we were changing, and every once in a while a mom would walk by and ask him, 'What are you doing in there?'" says Danielle Stori, a singer-songwriter. "And we'd be like, 'C'mon, it's only Adam!"

"One kid did a dramatic speech about his parents turning their backs on him because he was gay, and the kid almost got killed because of it," says Lambert. "I could tell my mom was getting upset. On the way home, she asked, 'Do you have a girlfriend?' I said, 'No.' She said, 'Do you have a boyfriend?' I said, 'No.' She was like, 'Well, do you want one?' I said, 'Yes, that would be nice.'" He laughs. "Suddenly, it was like a wall dropped and we started gabbing like crazy."

"Having so much extra is a difficult journey," says one of his best friends, Scarlett (she goes by one name). "Sometimes if you're too fabulous, people react in a weird way, and I think that was part of Adam's path."

"I'm finally checked in to my self-worth for the first time in my life, and the fact that it has coincided with Idol is so sweet," he says. "I mean, I still have moments where I think, 'Oh, my skin is terrible, and I'm a little fat, and I should really go to the gym more.' But for the most part, when I look in the mirror now, I finally see somebody who can do something cool." Then he laughs a little. "Don't they say that you dream more when there are things you aren't attaining, that you are repressing? Well, I haven't been having any dreams lately. Now I'm in a waking dream."

"I don't believe in hell. Maybe you're rewarded for being a good person, but I don't think you're punished."

"I'm not asking to get married in your church, but you don't have any right to tell me I can't do it."

"Why can't some men have strong feminine sides? Does that make them less of a man? I don't know why our society has such an emphasis on masculinity and femininity -- it's really gross. I don't think you're truly sexy until you don't care about that."

"Middle America may think that what I am is gay, but here in Hollywood, gay guys are all about looking and acting hetero," he says. "Clay Aiken's gay, and I'm gay, and we couldn't be more different. The only thing that's the same about everyone in the gay community is that we're gay. Do we have anything in common besides the fact that we like dick? Why can't we talk about a human community?"

"I kind of like things dangling over my head anyway."

"Lately, you know, there's part of me that's almost bi-curious the other way around. I've made out a few times with girls at nightclubs when I had way too many drinks. I don't know if it would ever happen, but I'm kind of interested."

"I said I'd wear a yarmulke if he wanted, as long as it had rhinestones."

"Everyone's so hung up on 'Are you pop?' or 'Are you rock?'" he says. "It's like, 'Um, does this song make you want to dance, or have sex, or remind you of something?' It's not that deep. Being a rockstar is just playing. It's Halloween, make-believe." He laughs. "I can't believe I get to play dress-up for a living now!"

"I ain't going to lie, I put Kahlua in my coffee this morning."

Before he leaves, he stops at a nail salon, where a dozen Korean attendants whip their heads around in unison at his appearance. After selection a gunmetal-black nail polish, he sinks into a massage chair, one attendant buffing his feet and another at his hands. He murmurs a little, then directs his attention to a flatscreen TV, set to a replay of the 2008 American Music Awards, with performances by the Pussycat Dolls ("my guilty pleasure"), the Jonas Brothers ("I like those laser lights more than them") and Justin Timberlake ("Yum").

"Should I flip them off?" asks Lambert, a smile playing on his lips. "Is that too racy?"

He goes back and forth on this decision -- "Don't you think I want to make a storm?" he says. "Isn’t it fun to be cheeky?" -- before settling on showing off his pedicure for the cameras when the polish dries, but he gets impatient. He bounds out in bare feet, wiggling his foot like the hokeypokey, then slips into a waiting car.

It would've been fun to flip them off, though. "I would have done it with a big smile on my face, to show them I'm not actually mad," he says. "I'm only playing."

STILL LONG.

HE IS SRSLY THE FIERCEST HBIC ON THE PLANET.
MAN GETS FUCKING PEDICURES. PEDICURES. EVEN I DON'T GET PEDICURES. IN FACT. I DON'T DO SHIT.


I TALK IN ALL CAPS NOW. FML. DON'T JUDGE.

KRUMP TIME.

MACROS AND GIFS ARE SO FUCKING AMAZING. WHY DID I NOT DISCOVER THIS EARLIER?

ALSO. ROCKER SIGNED!
WIN. MEANING 3 FALL ALBUMS. ADAM + KRIS + ALLISON = KRADISON = EPIC WIN.

WANT A WHOLE LOTTA LOVEEEEEEE. CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON!

THAT'S RIGHT, BENCHES. SHAKE IT LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE.

LET'S THROW SOME KRIS IN WHILE WE'RE AT IT.

Kris is such a white boy. PRETTY FLY FOR A WHITE GUY.

Heart - Alone.

'SUP BENCHES.

Yes, I'm still alive.

No, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. No, not even after the fucking amazing-ness that is American Idol ended. No, I am not obsessed with Adam & Kris (liez). Yes, I still swear like a sailor. I'm actually kind of sick about censuring myself because I've already attempted that many times and it tends to backfire on me.

Yes, I change my blog headers a lot. I get bored easily and the last one was too monochromatic and this place needed a splash of color.

I know I don't update about my personal life anymore, because frankly, there is nothing to report. My social life is a blank slate. I'm a social recluse. All I do is sit at home, eat, sleep, listen to music and study my fat ass off for this godforsaken banality which I call my A2 exams. Heck, you don't even need to know about what kind of psychotic thoughts run through my head because this is me right now:

I shit you not.

And this is me on a good day:
I still shit you not.

Oh and Michael Johns + David Cook? Brings the lulz. It's like Kradam Part 1. Except with less hugging and more spazz, mainly on Michael Johns part. That man is a flail machine.

I'm kind of losing my mind here from the lack of interaction with the outside world.

Oh god. 1 more week and a half to go. And then!

GOD I LOVE GIFS AND MACROS.

BAI BENCHES. STFU I DO NOT HAVE ISSUES (MOAR LIEZ).

HEAR THAT, YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID. BAI. TIME FOR ECONS.