When Pigs Fly

No, I didn't actually see pigs fly, but I know they must have. Why? Last night Paula became the reincarnation of Honest Abe Lincoln when she broke down and admitted that she was in fact "lying"! I was shocked! What? Did they change her meds? Did they give her too much Vodka to go with the Vicodin? What was the deal? Suddenly every comment she's ever made is totally thrown into question. Ok...I lie! We've always known that Paula just couldn't tell people what she really thought about their performances (are you listening Corey Clark?). Apparently Vegas brought out Paula's honest side...either that or some TV evangelist (a group of people not exactly known for their personal honesty) has convinced her to live "right" and honest before God and the many people watching. Who knows...whatever the deal Paula was shootin' straight last night...at least for a little while.

Turns out that was the most exciting part of the night. I really could have slept through the whole thing quite honestly. Paris yelled at Simon a couple of times for being mean (namely when the two Asian girls did NOT get through to Hollywood...and thank God because they sucked...even if they did look like the girls off of one of his favorite cartoons), otherwise it was a yawner. Vegas only put through 11 people and I don't think we saw any of them.

Seriously people...how much longer do we have to put up with this drivel? If we have too many more nights like last, I may become a former Idol watcher. Paris called the performers last night "sucky"! I call the whole darn thing...SUCKY!

I'm bored!

j.