I'm sorry, you'll have to ask through my publicist...

So... what's been happening since my last little rant. Um, I'm still uber upset about the Tokio Hotel stalking situation. Those stalker girls are even crazier than I thought.
Tom Kaulitz of TH got black corn rows. Looks like he can't stand to look like his identical twin.
TH has designed a shirt for H&M for a celebrity line that benefits AIDS awareness. Awesomeness... I'm buying it as soon as it comes out on May 28th.
Tokio Hotel album (un)officially delayed til September. Bummer. (sorry lots of TH stuff)
I made all As and Bs this semester. Guess I really am good at foreign languages....

But on another note... I have to say that I am NOT Allison Iraheta that was on American Idol this season. Don't get me wrong, I love Allison! I wanted her and Adam to be in the Idol finale! But I had a random person in the Auburn mall tell me I look like her. Thought that lady was the only crazy one, but apparently not. Apparently, my mother's entire SCHOOL thinks I'm Allison. I went to help my sister teach one of my nephews' classes about Van Gogh and art. I went to lunch with my nephew Ryan... he and my sister stepped away from the table for a bit.. and these kids are sitting across and diagonal from me. Watching me.... creepy.

So, to ease my awkward feeling, I pull out my super cool phone and begin surfing the web for any Tokio Hotel news. Then I hear in a whisper: "Look! She's typing!". So then I figure a cell phone isn't the best thing to pull out in the middle of an elementary school lunch room, and I put it away. Now I'm super awkward... then I hear more whispers: "You ask her! No you ask her! YOU ask her!". Then I hear "Excuse me...".

I look up to see this group of 3 six year olds looking at me super nervously. Then they say "Weren't you on American Idol??". I said no, but there is a girl who might look like me. I don't think they believed me AT ALL. They continue to gush about how Allison Iraheta is their favorite. Then when it's time to leave lunch, I get up to go walk to my mother's classroom and bother her kids, when I hear someone call out "BYE, AMERICAN IDOL!". Ugh. This rumor is getting out of control with these kids...

Then, in my mom's classroom, I think I'm safe. No one will say I'm Allison. The kids in mom's class know me. They've met me. They know mom's last name is NOT Iraheta. So, I'm not Allison, right? Apparently not. They all look at me like I'm an alien with 2 heads and 3 arms (expression courtesy of my French teacher). My mom then catches one of her students (the one who really knows me and is one of my nephews' best friends!) saying to the other kids: "You know Mrs. Merced's daughter? The one with red hair? She was on American Idol. I saw her." Seriously, kid? How long have you known me?!

After fleeing the growing number of "fans" I have in my mother's classroom, I decided to walk to the lunch room for lunch with my nephew Avery. As I'm walking down the halls, I hear someone say "Look! There she is! Can we get her to sing a song??"

Maybe I should show up at the school talent show... And because of this and my celebrity due to Facebook videos, I'll be available only through appointments scheduled by my publicist. :)

You can see I don't look like her. I think, anyway...

CRAP! I don't, right?? .....