(Blog entry title taken from this episode of Ace & Gary.)
She's gone. I can't believe it. Sure, I was nervous, but then I'm nervous every week. Jessica was voted off last night on American Idol. I spent the rest of the evening in mourning. There's no way she should've gone before Scott, Anthony, Nadia, or Nikko. A couple of people messaged me last night with condolences. If you'd like to make me feel better, please complete the following statement:
"__________ should have been eliminated way before Jessica."
Thank you :-)
Here are some stories...
Idol Puts Two Strong Singers in Bottom Three (Curlio.com)
American Idol Isn't Kind To Teens (MSNBC)
Sierra's Exit Leaves Nine Contestants (Toledo Blade)
In other news, keeping with the theme of this entry's title, I force-fed myself some Theraflu last night. Blech! I can't imagine many things more difficult to ingest than six ounces of this vile, revolting solution. They should make it a competition on Fear Factor. However, it does seem to work quite well, and I am feeling a good bit better today.
"Here's to the corners yet to turn. Here's to the bridges yet to burn. Here's to the whole thing blown apart. It's open season on my heart..."