WooHoo USA!

Michael Phelps beat Ian Crocker in the 100m butterfly. I was rooting for Crocker because Phelps has won so much, and if Crocker won then he would be able to participate in the 4x100 Medly Relay. If Phelps didn't participate in the finals for the relay he'd still get a medal because he participated in the qualifications or something like that. So when Phelps won I was a little sad. BUT then he gave his spot on the relay to Crocker, and I was like, "awww."

I'm going to be going shopping soon. It's 10:59 right now and we're supposed to leave at 11:00, but lateness is typical and that's why I'm still on the internet.

Peace of Mind's "We Gonna Make It" and Grits' "Hittin Curves" are getting old. I've heard them so much. Also, I don't like Haste The Day (I think that's what they're called). I wish we had a good Christian radio station around here. But we don't.

My hand reeks of lotion. I can stretch my arm out as far as it will go and still smell the lotion. Thankfully, it's a good smelling lotion, but it's strong.

I've lost my watch, my beloved watch, and now I have to buy a new one. I better find one that's even better than my old one, because my old one rocked.