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Why I Can't Join Twitter...

I have finally reached my first step in admitting the problem. I am completely guilty of sponging up every stupid, vacuous, disparaging or flattering thing written up about frickin' celebs.

If there is a real fame monster, I've been attacked and conquered (feels like molested?).

I can't help it. I know I can find better music/role models/persons to look up to out there — and I do have the odd case of genuine admiration for non-pop culture icons, believe me — but I can't help at least noticing what's always put right out in front of me. I mean, don't you all visit Perez occasionally (obsessively...) when bored? Watch Star? E? Anything?

It's like my default option as any renovation show is to my dad. Or sports are to most men. Am I alone here, girls?

Well, I've suddenly realized that my apparent "hobby" is actually somewhat of a problem. It's something unproductive that steals a lot of my time (unless I'm the future Perez? :)) like, say when unemployed. I have posts on this blog I'm fairly ashamed of because I spent 99% of my time trying to be "creatively inspired" when I should have just seen what I can come with with my own individual imprint, or base stories on say, my own life experiences. (Gasp!)

Of course, everyone needs to draw from influences, but I wish what struck me most had a little more backbone sometimes.

Luckily (I guess, in some ways), I'm not alone, but I'll give you a rundown of some of the most embarrassing, shameful, never-before-revealed (I'm actually nauseating myself just by sharing these with my screen, I swear), regretful episodes I've had in the past few months due to my famemonia (like pneumonia, but more glam):

-Had a random dream where I won Christina Aguilera as my friend (she has been so under the radar of late but I guess I watched something to do with the movie Burlesque right before bed?) Either way, WRRRETCH.

-Downloaded a bunch of music having only heard the band names in Rolling Stone mentioned several times. (Gross. Where's my own personal taste!?)

And... Finally... An act so disgusting I am slandering myself by revealing....

-I compulsively read every single Katy Perry tweet having discovered my newfound fame crush.

Geeeeeroooosssss. Please still talk to me, if you're reading this, friends. Addicts cannot necessarily be held responsible for their every action, they have a DISEASE. In this case, luckily since I'm caught up, I can only log so much more time searching the site for new tweets. (I'm only interested in her, I swear. And I looked at a few of her friends. FML.)

I am so lame I can't even tolerate me. But, if you're still reading... (and to make this a little more timely and not just self-deprecating.. I'm taking you all down with me!) aren't we all talking about or thinking about seeing a movie, a certain self-titled holiday movie that we don't really even know any real details about? Let's face it, we might see Valentine's Day that weekend, and the only thing making it "look cute" is the FAMEGASM that is the cast (I used the term, Brade!).

There's nothing remarkable/unconventional/special about the movie trailer, but of course we'll haul ass to the theatre just to see 20 tabloid-worthy celebs get it on with each other and help pay their salaries.

And the worst part is, some of those celebs probably didn't even want the fame that comes with acting. But we'd all appreciate it. Isn't that really the point, sometimes? With Facebook statuses and Twitter (and blogging? :s), don't we all just want people to think we're funny and charming, making us well-liked and then maybe admired? Or some people just to care about our everyday-? That's why I won't give Katy Perry the satisfaction. I'll just keep visiting but now "following." POW.

x

PS: Watch for me on Canadian Idol next season if there ever is another. (I'm still a fame-whore myself.)