MuchMusic VJ Search

Okay, so today was the finale of the VJ Search! It took SO LONG to get to the eliminations. They eliminated one at a time, and first the last two were Erik and Tim, and Lindsay and I (we were on the phone and watching it at the same time) "If Tim gets kicked off, I'm gonna cry" but ERIK DID! I was SO PUMPED! I've been waiting TEN WEEKS for him to be friggin GONE and he was THE FIRST TO GO!!! Then it was...Sean and Nikki who were the last two, and Nikki got kicked off. I was so excited too, because she was my second least favorite. Then it was Sean and Tim and there wasn't even a pause and Dina's like "Tim Deegan, you are the new Much VJ!" Lindsay and I screamed into each other's ears and we were freaking out. I squeezed my dog, I squeezed Jonas, it was SO INSANE! It was more intense than when I watched every episode of American Idol and Ruben Studdard won.
Okay, I have two funny Jonas stories (for the uninitiated, Jonas is my brother, Lindsay is my sister)
Anyway, we were watching the second last VJ Search episode and they had a music game show thingie, and Jonas was like "I bet I can get more right than you can."
He got zero, I got lots.
Then, we had to pick up Amanda for church, and I went into her house to get her, and I came back and Jonas is like "Robin, the guy from Nirvana died!" and I'm thinking "Dave Grohl didn't die," and then I'm like "um...Kurt Cobain?" and he's like "Yeah! Wait...did this happen awhile ago?" and I'm like "um...like, ten years ago."
He's so funny.
Heidi's mad because I get more random commenters than her.
Btw, where's NA?
To quote Heidi..."separation anxiety! Separation anxiety! Aw it HURTS!"
Anyway, um, what else happened...
For no reason at all in wellness I missed Maria and Katherine a lot. Like, so much it hurt (well, not really, but it sounds poetic n'est pas?).
I MISS YOU GUYS!
I checked out my blog neighbour, who is from Portugal. This was his enigmatic first post:

Just-permitted? She seems that at this moment, many people are in the same situation where I find me... They walk thousand of young to take off licenciaturas stops later not knowing what to make to the life... the hour is arrived to question what it is, what was, and the reasons for which had been taken determined options that in them had lead to this phase... phase of angústias, doubts, disillusion... much disillusion... and a perpetual hope of that day, our luck has little day beaten to the door and in them smiles... (I had to translate it, so it's probably not EXACTLY like that, but its pretty cool)

It seems I get a new blog neighbour everyday. My new one is Russian. Here is his post:
Never mind, its boring.

I love Michael Buble. I didn't REALLY love him until I heard Moondance. Michael Buble... I listened to Feeling Good by him today, and he gets all into the music and he sounds SO SEXY!
I love him.

Today, I knocked Zayne's books out of his hands and then I ran away but people were blocking the path to freedom, and I think he was trying to make me fall by hitting the backs of my knees, but he missed and just hit in the general area of my knees, and it really hurt. I'll bet I have bruises. Then I was like "Jonas, can you beat up Zayne for me?" and he's like "why?" and I'm like "Because he hit me," all innocently. Then he said "Why did he hit you?" (at this point he's sounding righteously indignant)
Me: "because I dumped his books."
Needless to say, what little chance I had of seeing Zayne get hurt went out the window. My brother would not come to my rescue.
I spent 45 minutes emailing questions on Julius Caesar to Zayney and guess what he got on the test?
35!!! He should have AT LEAST got a 55 or something.
I'm very disappointed.
So anyway, nothing else to report.
Ciao!