Oh, Heidi Klum. Tonight she said one of her designers’ Barbie outfits was “selling like bagels” on eBay or something. She’s so cute! I’ve been meaning to do an official DR expose on why I love Heidi so much more than Tyra, but this mistake is a prime example of why this is true. After Tim Gunn corrected her and said the word in that saying was “hotcakes,” she was all unapologetic and said “How would I know that? I’m German!”

Just realized after typing that at 12:30 a.m. that I seem to be “accidentally” watching the Project Runway reunion special for the second time tonight. I’m supposed to be working on other stuff. Damn you, Bravo! Get some more shows so you don’t have to play them all two hours apart. And damn you, Annie for continuing to not bother to change the channel. Or turn the freaking TV off! Who am I kidding.

Quick rundown of things I love about Heidi:

–The way she says “HELLO!” whenever she walks into the room on her show. At first I wondred how many takes they had to do of her saying this at a time, but now I think she’s just naturally that wacky. My partner-in-Heidi-loving and I have been trying to imitate her “HELLO!” for weeks now (we greet each other on the phone with it. we’re cool.) and we still can’t get it quite right, wtih that special German-accent staccato. She’s an original!

–The way she says “Byeee” to the designers when she’s done talking to them. Again, it’s inimitable. (Are we sensing a trend here? Here’s a shortcut to this post: Annie Barrett loves the way Heidi Klum talks.

Okay, I’m already sick of my list. Next season maybe I’ll live blog the shows so I can just point out various things Heidi says that are funny. You’re so excited.

No O.C. tomorrow night so Friday’s wrap-up will cover the women’s figure skating long program instead. That should be fun. Still… can the Olympics be over already? I’ve been wasting so much time lately sitting there watching late-night coverage and wondering why I suddenly care so much about people I’ll never see again. I guess it’s the equivalent of me going out to a cool club or party and finding it generally useless to talk to new people. Watching the Olympics at 4 a.m. is just the ultra-Anntisocial way to go about it.