Last time: we found out that Daisy is a stripper and Jessica went home.

Morning: everyone is back at the house quietly eating breakfast. Destiney isn’t wearing make up and she looks fantastic without it. Big John comes in with three buckets for them to clean the house because someone they know is coming. Daisy is cleaning in a half shirt. Of course she is.

Doorbell rings and it’s parent time. Ambre’s dad is the first to arrive and they hug like she’s coming home from war. Bret got his hair blown out and flat ironed and he desperately needs a bandana. At least a real parent showed up for her this time.

Destiney’s parents come. She’s wearing a pink hat but no make up so I’ll forgive the stupid hat.

Daisy’s been on her own since she was 15 so instead of parents, Stephanie, Daisy’s ex-boyfriend’s sister, shows up for her. Are you kidding? Bret is clearly not thrilled. Read More »

We said goodbye to two contestants last night, and I have to say, I’m a little sad. I was never a Phil fan— there was something about him that really skeeved me out—but the boy could sing. If I closed my eyes while he performed, I actually kind of liked him. His eyes are just so big, and his head is just so… shiny.

Even sadder is seeing Chris go. He may not have been the most talented one up there, but there was just something about him (perhaps it was the mega watt smile) that made him one of my favorites. In the immortal words of Randy, I think he had the “Yo Factor.” I’m surprised because, while Blake’s rendition of You Give Love a Bad Name may have been innovative, I’m in the group of people who hated it—leave a good song alone. And I’m over the fact that you can beat box. I get it.

At least Phil has more time to spend with his wife and baby, and Chris can canoodle ‘til all hours of the night with Miss LC. I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from both of them.

The beginning of the show was the best part for me—they introduce Randy and he throws up his hand like he always does. They introduce Paula, and she attempts to throw up some sort of sign that ends up in an “L” shape, which she then puts up against her forehead. Is that not the international sign for loser? Oh, Paula… my week would be so boring without more of your drunken antics. I also found it amusing that Simon was hysterical when they called his relationship with his lady “very serious.” I wonder if they had a fight about that? I would have been slightly hurt… Read More »

After watching tonight’s episode of American Idol, college memories flooded my mind, I began to reminisce the good ol’ days, and almost shed a tear or two. Why so sentimental, you ask? Two words: Bon Jovi.

The theme of the show was hits from Bon Jovi, and as each contestant stepped up to the mic, all I could think about was how weird it was to hear 17-year-old Jordana Sparks sing “Livin’ On a Prayer;” our innocent Jordana, the youngest of the remaining six, singing the same song millions of college students around the country listen to while they’re getting sloshed and grinding up on eachother like slabs of meat.

“Livin’ On a Prayer” and “You Give Love a Bad Name” are synonymous with college these days. I don’t know how or when it happened, but once Bon Jovi shreds through the speakers at any given college bar, the entire place rocks out like it has never rocked before. It doesn’t matter if you’re up north or down south, male or female – once you hear the Jovi, you can’t help yourself. The Jovi doesn’t discriminate.

There is usually a process that begins once these songs start playing:

1) Recognition of the song with one loud, drawn-out exclamation, like “OHHHH” or “YEAAA” while holding your drink up in the air and dancing awkwardly by yourself for a few seconds

2) During the verses, you move your head with the beat (this is when you take some sips from your drink, check your cell phone to see if anyone called you or point out the cute guy/girl standing by the bar) Read More »