So what I'm saying is that the judges, who I never give much credit for doing anything right, because they often don't, made the correct decision to send Jeremy Rosado home last night. He seems like a sweet enough kid, but he wasn't exciting. Or confident. And this group smells fear and reacts to it like toddlers to a burst pinata. And that is to say, like rabid beasts (I mean no offense to toddlers, but I have stood between them and candy before, and I am still in therapy. AAACK! SKITTLES!)

Anyway, what worries me is that if the judges keep picking, they might start picking off the people I like, otherwise known as the grownups. They've already labeled Jessica Sanchez as the winner, which, again is really rude, and having watched her "I Will Always Love You" about three more times again, I gotta say again...she's a great singer. She hit that last note with confidence and strength. She made that note her plaything. She did not, however, make it her own. She made it just like Whitney Houston. And we already had one of those and we miss her. A lot. We don't need Jessica Sanchez to replace her.

I want Jessica Sanchez to be Jessica Sanchez, you know? Not anyone else. Have some creativity. Be your own Jessica, no matter what that man in the sweater, Jlo and that odd man in the Stevie Nicks costume say.