As graduation approaches, I have been reminiscing about the past three and a half years.
For a lot of the memories, all I have to say is, "what was I thinking?!"
I won't lie, after watching Phelps take nearly every possible gold medal in the Olympics, I found myself on the Phelps bandwagon.
I even remember saying I'd marry him--if he got his teeth fixed.
Well folks, it appears his teeth have been fixed, but that face just doesn't appeal to me anymore.
Michael, I don't care how many strokes you can do in a minute, or that you can do the butterfly like nobody's business...I no longer have any desire to marry you.
However, you better believe I will be cheering for you from my couch during the next Olympics.
I have many other "what was I thinking" moments, but because I'm never sure who reads my blog, I will refrain from posting them.
Next up: 30 Posts of Truth--a letter to a celebrity who let you down.
Until next time,
The Intelligent Blonde