the idol brain is the devils playground or so ive heard. Last night my car idoled for 3 hours. Your not my Idol. This paragraph is not idol. IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff
I really hate American Idol.
Well, I don’t know if “hate” is the right word. I just won’t want it.
I guess it really depends on… No, it doesn’t depend on anything. I just won’t watch it. I don’t like it.
It’s interesting that Paula Abdul won’t be coming back for another season.
Andrew B.
He was her idol, her hero, and he betrayed her. She thought he would teach her things, show her how to grow up and be a good person. he was her father and she loved him. but in the end all he did was steal from her. he stole the one thing a father should never from his little girl. he was her idol and now he was nothing. and because of him she felt like nothing.
dara
I’ve never really had an idol. Other than characters I read about in books. I was always one to fall in love with the beautiful men of romance novels and my favorite anime, simply because I often felt alone as a child. I wanted those characters to be real, and if I idolized them it was because I wanted someone to be near.
AnaiCheri
My idol was always a friend in Virginia. He seemed always to do the right thing — and the fashionable, elegant thing. I hope that one day, when I grow up, I can be him.
Aretee
Idol is a word that is used too much in this culture. It has been bastardized by the media and shows like American Idol. We have very few true idols these days. People like Winston Churchill, Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy.
Debra Rosencrance
its been a long time since i have idolised anything. I don’t see that most things or people would deserve it which is a shame. but then again, who ever heard of of humble idol?
caroline
I never had just one idol while growing up. I don’t recall having one at all.
I suppose it’s a little strange that there wasn’t a particular person or thing that I was drawn to. I loved stuffed animals and singing, but that’s about it…
hmmm
cosmos
the idol time of my life was almost every day. It punctured my ambitions to get up and explode into what I felt was to be true to me. but I didn’t. Idol hands floated around my face and I crushed my soul into silence.
Julia
we all have idols in life bt how many of us truly worship them or put them above our one true god?
bellabowler
I am idol and won’t work no matter what because it’s a waste of time
Terry
For so long, too many days and nights, you were my everything.
My idol.
Now that the world has crashed and burned I find myself seeing everyone differently.
More you then anyone else.
I find that I can no longer look up to you. As an idol. A mentor. Or a friend.
It’s gone.
That magic you used to have whenever you were around. Now that I’ve seen the real you, it’s gone.
Now I am my own idol.
Setz
The doorbell rings and I am forced to slowly tear myself away from this week’s exciting installment of American Idol. I walk lazily to the door in my boxers and sports bra, hoping it’s not another insurance salesman. I open the door violently and yell, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” into the face of the doorbell ringer… who happens to by my 90 year old grandmother.
Emma Grace
American idol is a great show. Are they really idols though? Or just average people being caught up in the aroma of fame and fortune. The media is what has made society what it is today and has ruined all that it is. The real idols are teachers and doctors.
fallon
You are my idol. I don’t know how I can have any idol since it’s so superficial. I guess it’s not that out of the blue to have one person you wish you were like. But at the same time, don’t they always tell you to only want to be yourself? Don’t they always say that you should want to be your own person, and never envy the attributes of others?? But then again, who are “they” anyways? And who really lives by what “they” say?
Julia
My idol is me! Who I see myself as being in 5 or 10 or 15 years time! If I know who I want to be then I can strive to be like that now. Make plans now to be the person I want to be!
Jaydene
i do not have many, and i am not one. the whole idea is based on something we apparently need. The most unidolsome people have become the real big stars! But i must admit there is always something inside of me that thinks about the feeling……
huib
idols are gay their stupid faggots and jerks and should be shot in the head asap
jesus
you’re my idol. you’re everything i want to be. and i know, i know that you’re not perfect, i know that you have flaws, but I still want to be just the same as you, problems and all.
i’d steal your face and your name and your life, if i could. i’d be you, and there wouldn’t be any me. and i’d finally be happy.
eli
no se q pasa… ahhh.. que rico… q rico… la mente comienza pensar.. pero no produce… estoy escuchando musica!!
alejandro
sitting on my desk these past years stands an eleven inch hand carved wooden idol: a Kachina doll. It has a black painted face with bulbous protruding eyes ringed in white, with two horns where there are normally ears.
r muñiz lavalle
My grandmother was the most amazing women. She raised 6 children, three of them her biological childre. She was funny and loving and bright and full of everything good in life.
As a little girl I only wanted to be just like her
I still do
Shelly
It’s kind of cheap that I got “idol” twice in a row. I’m half tempted to write some sort of treatise on American Idol or Billy Idol, but instead I will use this sixty seconds to bitch that I drew the same card twice from what surely is a diverse deck. If I get it a third time, I’m taking my ball and I’m going home.
stef
she had been in line for 6 hours. She had avoided the thought of the bathroom and skipped two meals. She had broken down twice and almost fallen asleep standing up. But it was totally worth it, because her idol, her hero, was standing on the other side of that velvet rope, AND he was signing autographs.
Tori
I stared up at the great stone idol from my place in the sand. It stared back down at me. My eyes and mouth matched his – wide, gaping, unmoving. This was the day I relinquished my staring contest crown.
stef
He stands there, looking so grand and perfect. My life’s aspiration is to be just like him. To pick up my accordion and take off, playing in the streets. To be so amazing in every way.
Tomato
The idol had been painted in shocking pink and emerauld green, not the sober apparel one might expect on a divinity. Of course that would be because the unearthed Greek and Roman statues have long since lost their own paint job…
Nathalie (Spacedlaw)
my idol, everything for me, my role model, I don’t have an idol
boriana
american. bummed that’s the first thing that comes to mind. little golden calf. a minute is not long to write. billy…
MacEwen
Im thinking that idols and their worship can be more than gaven images. Possibly anything we put above God could be a idol.
This should be weary of this.
jj
i want to be one, my friends seem like some. sometimes it seems like its all a scam. idols. dumb fucks all the same. whats the point of being an idol, if your alive youre only one for a little while if you are dead your one forever. everyone remembers michael jackson because hes dead when he was alive nobody cared that much.
mariana gonzalez
american idol was one of my favorite shows back in the day. until adam lost and paula left. and that one time that my freshman year roommate was antonella, who was later on american idol and nude pictures of her appeared all over the internet. i wasn’t surprised because she had sex on the lower bunk of our dorm room bunk beds the first weekend we moved in. while i was on the top bunk. awesome.
caroline
I adore you.
I can’t describe the pumping feeling of blood rushing to spots in my body besides thinking of the awkward phrase: “I’ve got a boner.” It’s odd. Because, the one girl I’ve been obsessed about, will never know my name, will never see my face, will never adore me as I do her.
I adore you.
Marissa
my idol was billy idol, not really, can’t name a single song of his. No, i would think of false idols and gods and egypt and all sorts of ancient things, mainly based on old puzzle adventure books from my childhood
Jude
i want to be my son’s idol, if possible, and never dissapoint him in anything. be the kind o man he would like to become when he grows, so i have to be my best for him
nimrod
She is an idol, a banal goddess, spreading her legs on my computer screen for all the internet to worship.
I come to this altar every morning, and every morning it feels a little less personal. Her stone-faced partner looks like a guy I hated in high school; her painted features speak of boredom and disgust.
Chuck Meacham
God, Jesus, Gandi, Mother Theresa are idols.
Jomi
She stood in the door frame like a bronze idol, regal, still, awe inspiring. Her mere presence elicited respect. No word needed to be spoken. Her gaze said it all.
Taddy
There are musical shows about indian idol, american idol. Idol is referred as something ideal..something supreme. Hindus believe in idol worship while muslims dont. Idol refres to God in some religions. Even freedom fighters
average person
alone
beauty
elegance
the idol brain is the devils playground or so ive heard. Last night my car idoled for 3 hours. Your not my Idol. This paragraph is not idol. IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really hate American Idol.
Well, I don’t know if “hate” is the right word. I just won’t want it.
I guess it really depends on… No, it doesn’t depend on anything. I just won’t watch it. I don’t like it.
It’s interesting that Paula Abdul won’t be coming back for another season.
He was her idol, her hero, and he betrayed her. She thought he would teach her things, show her how to grow up and be a good person. he was her father and she loved him. but in the end all he did was steal from her. he stole the one thing a father should never from his little girl. he was her idol and now he was nothing. and because of him she felt like nothing.
I’ve never really had an idol. Other than characters I read about in books. I was always one to fall in love with the beautiful men of romance novels and my favorite anime, simply because I often felt alone as a child. I wanted those characters to be real, and if I idolized them it was because I wanted someone to be near.
My idol was always a friend in Virginia. He seemed always to do the right thing — and the fashionable, elegant thing. I hope that one day, when I grow up, I can be him.
Idol is a word that is used too much in this culture. It has been bastardized by the media and shows like American Idol. We have very few true idols these days. People like Winston Churchill, Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy.
its been a long time since i have idolised anything. I don’t see that most things or people would deserve it which is a shame. but then again, who ever heard of of humble idol?
I never had just one idol while growing up. I don’t recall having one at all.
I suppose it’s a little strange that there wasn’t a particular person or thing that I was drawn to. I loved stuffed animals and singing, but that’s about it…
hmmm
the idol time of my life was almost every day. It punctured my ambitions to get up and explode into what I felt was to be true to me. but I didn’t. Idol hands floated around my face and I crushed my soul into silence.
we all have idols in life bt how many of us truly worship them or put them above our one true god?
I am idol and won’t work no matter what because it’s a waste of time
For so long, too many days and nights, you were my everything.
My idol.
Now that the world has crashed and burned I find myself seeing everyone differently.
More you then anyone else.
I find that I can no longer look up to you. As an idol. A mentor. Or a friend.
It’s gone.
That magic you used to have whenever you were around. Now that I’ve seen the real you, it’s gone.
Now I am my own idol.
The doorbell rings and I am forced to slowly tear myself away from this week’s exciting installment of American Idol. I walk lazily to the door in my boxers and sports bra, hoping it’s not another insurance salesman. I open the door violently and yell, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” into the face of the doorbell ringer… who happens to by my 90 year old grandmother.
American idol is a great show. Are they really idols though? Or just average people being caught up in the aroma of fame and fortune. The media is what has made society what it is today and has ruined all that it is. The real idols are teachers and doctors.
You are my idol. I don’t know how I can have any idol since it’s so superficial. I guess it’s not that out of the blue to have one person you wish you were like. But at the same time, don’t they always tell you to only want to be yourself? Don’t they always say that you should want to be your own person, and never envy the attributes of others?? But then again, who are “they” anyways? And who really lives by what “they” say?
My idol is me! Who I see myself as being in 5 or 10 or 15 years time! If I know who I want to be then I can strive to be like that now. Make plans now to be the person I want to be!
i do not have many, and i am not one. the whole idea is based on something we apparently need. The most unidolsome people have become the real big stars! But i must admit there is always something inside of me that thinks about the feeling……
idols are gay their stupid faggots and jerks and should be shot in the head asap
you’re my idol. you’re everything i want to be. and i know, i know that you’re not perfect, i know that you have flaws, but I still want to be just the same as you, problems and all.
i’d steal your face and your name and your life, if i could. i’d be you, and there wouldn’t be any me. and i’d finally be happy.
no se q pasa… ahhh.. que rico… q rico… la mente comienza pensar.. pero no produce… estoy escuchando musica!!
sitting on my desk these past years stands an eleven inch hand carved wooden idol: a Kachina doll. It has a black painted face with bulbous protruding eyes ringed in white, with two horns where there are normally ears.
My grandmother was the most amazing women. She raised 6 children, three of them her biological childre. She was funny and loving and bright and full of everything good in life.
As a little girl I only wanted to be just like her
I still do
It’s kind of cheap that I got “idol” twice in a row. I’m half tempted to write some sort of treatise on American Idol or Billy Idol, but instead I will use this sixty seconds to bitch that I drew the same card twice from what surely is a diverse deck. If I get it a third time, I’m taking my ball and I’m going home.
she had been in line for 6 hours. She had avoided the thought of the bathroom and skipped two meals. She had broken down twice and almost fallen asleep standing up. But it was totally worth it, because her idol, her hero, was standing on the other side of that velvet rope, AND he was signing autographs.
I stared up at the great stone idol from my place in the sand. It stared back down at me. My eyes and mouth matched his – wide, gaping, unmoving. This was the day I relinquished my staring contest crown.
He stands there, looking so grand and perfect. My life’s aspiration is to be just like him. To pick up my accordion and take off, playing in the streets. To be so amazing in every way.
The idol had been painted in shocking pink and emerauld green, not the sober apparel one might expect on a divinity. Of course that would be because the unearthed Greek and Roman statues have long since lost their own paint job…
my idol, everything for me, my role model, I don’t have an idol
american. bummed that’s the first thing that comes to mind. little golden calf. a minute is not long to write. billy…
Im thinking that idols and their worship can be more than gaven images. Possibly anything we put above God could be a idol.
This should be weary of this.
i want to be one, my friends seem like some. sometimes it seems like its all a scam. idols. dumb fucks all the same. whats the point of being an idol, if your alive youre only one for a little while if you are dead your one forever. everyone remembers michael jackson because hes dead when he was alive nobody cared that much.
american idol was one of my favorite shows back in the day. until adam lost and paula left. and that one time that my freshman year roommate was antonella, who was later on american idol and nude pictures of her appeared all over the internet. i wasn’t surprised because she had sex on the lower bunk of our dorm room bunk beds the first weekend we moved in. while i was on the top bunk. awesome.
I adore you.
I can’t describe the pumping feeling of blood rushing to spots in my body besides thinking of the awkward phrase: “I’ve got a boner.” It’s odd. Because, the one girl I’ve been obsessed about, will never know my name, will never see my face, will never adore me as I do her.
I adore you.
my idol was billy idol, not really, can’t name a single song of his. No, i would think of false idols and gods and egypt and all sorts of ancient things, mainly based on old puzzle adventure books from my childhood
i want to be my son’s idol, if possible, and never dissapoint him in anything. be the kind o man he would like to become when he grows, so i have to be my best for him
She is an idol, a banal goddess, spreading her legs on my computer screen for all the internet to worship.
I come to this altar every morning, and every morning it feels a little less personal. Her stone-faced partner looks like a guy I hated in high school; her painted features speak of boredom and disgust.
God, Jesus, Gandi, Mother Theresa are idols.
She stood in the door frame like a bronze idol, regal, still, awe inspiring. Her mere presence elicited respect. No word needed to be spoken. Her gaze said it all.
There are musical shows about indian idol, american idol. Idol is referred as something ideal..something supreme. Hindus believe in idol worship while muslims dont. Idol refres to God in some religions. Even freedom fighters