The Olympics have eaten my soul.
Or, some less disturbing phrase that gets across the fact that I've randomly been sucked into the Olympics. This is very weird for me, because I hate sports and I've never really cared about the games before, but I am weirdly invested this time.
I am currently watching the women's gymnastics final (well, right this very second it's swimming, but I'm mostly watching for the gymnastics tonight) and I've gotten super invested in the American team doing well. I know they do, I've been spoiled for the scores, but I am still so excited to actually see it. The fab five are super adorable and kickass and I'm so happy for them. And, just asdfghjkl;. I don't even know. I have all these feels and it's utterly baffling me.
Gymnastics is just such a gorgeous sport, and it's the only one I've ever done, so I don't know, I'm impressed by what being the very best looks like. I have ~kindred feels, I guess. Which, since I was never very good at it, is ridiculous, but whatever. I feel what I feel.
I like watching the Russian team preform, too, even if they kind of suck tonight. They apparently all have backgrounds in ballet and it shows in how ~dancey their routines are. And the fact that they're liberally covered in glitter is awesome. And their jackets look cool.
Also, since I mentioned swimming, I have to talk about how Micheal Phelps broke the medal record because it was awesome
Although the one thing I really love about the swimming matches it how everyone is always hugging and congratulating their neighboring lanes afterward. It's hilarious and adorable. Everyone is such a good sport. It's something you don't really see in other sports.
I feel like this post is just random squeeing.