For 22 nights over the last few months I have been holed up, parked in front of my TV watching SYTYCD. (Don’t know what SYTYCD is? We’re done being friends, go read MSN.com, you’re boring.)
Here’s my take on the final four.
Have you seen this boy spin? His solo tonight? 18 pirouettes in a row, 3 backflips and who knows how many other jumpy spinny things. Video of his spinniness here. (Pardon the loin cloth, watch the spins, not the loin cloth. It’s hard, I know,) Do I want him to win? Let’s just say I wouldn’t be sad if he did, boy can twirl.
Sabra, she was in High School Musical (which was filmed at MY HIGH SCHOOL, and that’s a whole other post- TWO DAYS, TWO DAYS!) I’m pretty sure she maybe even went to my high school. Do I want her to win? Again, wouldn’t be sad if she did.
Lacey, ah, Lacey. You saucy little minx. I don’t like you. It’s because I’m jealous of you. There is no other reason not to like you except that I am green with envy over everything about you.
Do I want her to win? Nope. Jealous. Too jealous.
Niel. Niel, you want me to make little boy babies and make them dance and dance and dance and be as cute as you and as dashing and charming and tall and as good as dancer. I heart Niel. I want Niel to win. I’m pretty sure Niel is in my 5 after learning he’s legal and over six feet tall.
And, you know what they say about guys who can dance. EH? EH?