Jaslene is Fierce!

Unsurprisingly, the ANTM finale was nothing too special, though I did have Jaslene and Renee's places switched. Krista made the point that Renee has been the villain the entire season, so of course they couldn't have her win. Fair enough. I had to go back and look to see how old the girl was after the entire show centered around how freakin' haggard she looked. Dudes: 20. Natasha had a baby, too, so it's not the baby-making that makes you look old. My money's on the lifetime of smoking and tanning. Poor Renee. If someone had told me she was 34, I would not have been surprised. I would have thought, man, she looks good for 34! But 20? Sad. I feel the same way about Erica Durance, who looks great if she was 37 instead of 29.

My favorite part of the episode was Tyra being all, "Do you feel like the girls resent you for being from Russia when this is America's Next Top Model?" And Natasha was all, "Uh, nooo..." Leave it to Tyra's passive aggressive producing to introduce a non-existent conflict into the last thirty minutes of the show! Brilliant. Though my question would have been more along the lines of, "Do you feel the other girls are completely weirded out that you seem to be a mail order bride?"

My entire faith in Lost has been renewed now that they have a definite end in sight. Hey check it, did you see the screen captures of invisible Jacob? Crazypants. I have no idea where anything's going, but I did fall into their sappy little trap and get all misty-eyed at the thought of Charlie having to sacrifice himself for Claire and Aaron. That, my friends, is what happens when you watch Lost after drinking too many White Russians. "The night I met you" written in Sharpie makes you all sentimental.

This weekend I am going clothes shopping. This is a big deal. Every season, I get really throw away-y and toss all the clothes that shrunk weird or I suddenly hate, thinking that I'll just buy new clothes when I need them. The flaw in this thinking is believing I will actually have more money in the future than I do at the current time. So what inevitably happens is that the season changes, I pull down my box of stored clothes, and discover exactly two tops and three bottoms, plus some old flipflops or a pair of boots. Which I then have to wear repeatedly because they are my only clothes. But this weekend is all about changing that, though I feel a bit lost without my beloved H&M. It turns out clothes can be expensive if you don't buy them from H&M. The problem is I need to actually dress a little worse, then Stacy and Clinton will appear and hand me a $5,000 credit card and tell me not to buy skinny jeans.