Finally!

Finally, Scott was booted from Idol. It's amazing the hatred I started to feel for him -- way more than the hatred for goofy Anthony. I really hated this holier-than-thou, I'll be choosing my next song or wardrobe or whatever. I still like Bo, though. I don't care if the producers of Idol are pushing for that.

Oh, I didn't watch or anything. I've watched before, developed my opinions, and now I just operate layman style. I should Russian roulette the voting for fun, too. Nah, that's too much effort.

The only thing worth watching last night was my beloved Models. I'm the only person I know who watches the show, and I have no idea why I like it. Perhaps hoping it will motivate me to work out? Nope -- they're never shown working out, just eating. That's not motivational; that's depressing. Maybe it's because they're so flawed. I can say, hey, my lips are fuller than hers. Bye-bye, Christina.

Double dose of OC tonight, but I'm really not that interested. Maybe I'll watch -- 'cause what else will I do?