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I don't know what's wrong with me, but every time I drive pass road kill or anything that slightly resembles a dead carcass I freak out and my heart starts beating really fast. I don't know why I'm so shocked/scared. I can't kill it again. Maybe it's the fact that I don't want to get blood on my wheels. Gross. This one time I was driving at night and there was this giant thing lying on the road, but I couldn't see it very well. I automatically swerved and almost drove into an irrigation ditch. I felt really dumb after I realized it was a piece of tree that had conveniently fallen in the middle of the road.

A lot of people are going crazy over the Olympics right now, but I find it kind of sad. Normal people probably don't think the way I do and they enjoy watching it. I just think it's sad that people train ridiculously hard for four years for events that last less than two minutes and end up getting silver because of a few milliseconds. While everyone looks at the smiling gold medalist, I always pay attention to the person that got silver. They just look so sad. What's even worse is that one triathlon runner that lost by .003 seconds or something like that. It's completely ridiculous. It's not one of those events that end in five minutes. I wouldn't take part in a triathlon if they offered me money. Knowing me, I would probably swim for two minutes and subsequently start drowning. Anyway, I think the only thing to look forward to is the abundance of shirtless guys with eight packs.

Even though everyone is Michael Phelps crazy, I fell in love with Ricky Berens because he has a killer smile. He's super cute. I told my friend about this and she responded with:

M: "You also have a killer smile..."
J: "Why thank you :)"
M: "No... I mean you smile like an axe murderer"
J: "... -___-... sigh"

I should have seen that coming.