So, American Idol. Huh. I don't know how I feel about it. Jordin will win. I think. If Blake wins, though, I will be surprised. And secretly pleased. However, I think Blake would handle defeat much more graciously than Jordin, who's so cute and wants it so bad. And Blake'll get a record deal either way (and I'll buy it). So will she. Really, it doesn't matter who wins because look at Chris Daughtry (no, really. LOOK at him). He is doing great. And Taylor who? He won last year?

Exactly.

I hear good things about Dancing With The Stars. Mom has a mad crush on Apolo, so I think she's happy he won. I had a soft spot in my heart for Joey Fatone, though, because of my deep, deep love for N'Sync. Don't tell anyone.

And don't bring up The Bachelor to Mom, either. We had a very in-depth conversation about him this morning, and she is not pleased. I believe F-bombs, "idiot," "stupid," and "freak" were used in succession many a time. I didn't actually watch The Bachelor, but from what I did see, I'm OK with that.

And I promise, after tonight's finale of American Idol, I will never blog about TV again. Until, you know, fall.

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