from fort wayne, indiana, the not-at-all stupidly named, aural intensity!

Hi my old friends!  I have not left for good, I promise.  Just have to get through this NIGHTMARE trip to Alaska, and then we're all good.  So just two more full days and a wake up, and I will be coming home.  Thank you Jeebus. 

I have nothing to write, because my brain is literally just turned into mush.  I have mush brain.  A lot has happened over the last two weeks, and it's enough to even make me forget about gymnastics.  That's how much has been going down.

But never fear, Spanny F. Tampson will return, triumphant and  heralded.  Obvs.

So in lieu of anything important, you get a picture that makes me laugh.  A gigglepic.

even your breath stinks of mediocrity.

Britney effing Spears.  How come it's so awesome to montages to her music, but so horrifying to do FX routines to them?  Seriously, Bama.  Horrifying.

But never mind all that.  Here is yet another training montage.  These girls are so militant, it's awesome.  How come Ferrari is the only one to have gone into the military?  OMG, perfect movie idea.  A former world champion gymnast gets recruited into the service.  It would be like Stick It, but better.  Twists and tumbles into the terrorist's FACE.  We'll call it The Hitch-Kick Assassin. 

Just because I'm sure you'll all be oh so concerned in my absence, I'm leaving town for a week.  Road trip.  Yay.  Totally need a sarcasm font right now.