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love/hate relationship with American Idol

I really love watching people suck on American Idol. I cringe and want to crawl out of my skin but can't stop. I also really love watching people kick ass. I want to go stand in line for 80 bajillion hours and try out myself.

I really hate all the mumbo jumbo inbetween the people singing. I wish they would show more people singing instead. I also hate it when stupid annoying people make it through....like Tatiana hahhaa, maahhhahha, hhahhahahhhahaha, ohhhahahhahhaha. shut. up. Or Bikini Girl. Want to know why she made it...New research shows that, in men, the brain areas associated with handling tools and the intention to perform actions light up when viewing images of women in bikinis. Read the whole story here.

I really love Simon. He's honest. I don't always agree with him, but he's not afraid to say what he thinks. Of course he's getting paid a butt-load to say most of it, but still. Paula, she's too nice. And I listened to some of her music. And I don't think she's really that good. She can dance, I'll give her that.

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