Lost and Found

^Wow, what a crap title^

I dont even know where I got it from. Up my butt maybe?

Just kidding.

What the h does lost and found mean, anyways? I mean, half the stuff people put in the Lost and Found never get found. So, techinically, it should be Lost. Like the t.v. show.

Or, if it DOES get Found [[good luck with that]] then its not lost, right? So its just...found.

So the name should be Lost or Found.

How much you wanna bet it actually IS called Lost or Found and I just screwed it up too badly.

So...um...what was the point of that? I dont even remember what I was going to write about.

Hm....lemme think about that...

Eh cant remember. I better eat some chocolate covered raisins...even though my mom banned me from eating too many of them cos shes afraid I'll get fat cos I dont exercise.

When she said that, I was like "Helloooo? Youre talkin to a swimmer here! A swimmer who practices 4 hours a week! And has a meet every Saturday!"

Parents.

And I am NOT fat. Thats just insulting. Especially considering the fact that my mom is the one always talkin about how she needs to go on a diet.

It's ok, Mom. You go on that diet. Just dont take me with you. [[I like ice cream too much...]]

Well, that was another whole pointless whatever. I just talked about how my mom thought I was going to be fat. Enlightening, eh?

OOH I remember what I was going to talk about. Swim practices.

Ok so, is Lavinia not going to be at practice every Tuesday? Cos if shes not, that really sucks. Cos then we get Annette. Annette's nice an' all, but let's face it. She's not the best coach ever.

So, basically, our game plan is that every Tuesday, we get a hard practice, but we dont do half of it, or we goof off, and every Thursday Lavinia makes us work our butt's off? And every Wednesday, we get in the water, swim 5 yards and it's time to go home?

Ooh...sounds like...fun...

Oh yeah, and Jeffrey has a different animal noise for each day. Heh. Fun.

He's already been a duck and a cat. Whats he gonna be next? A chicken?

And yes, Jeffrey, I realize you are probably reading this right now, and I am probably giving you ideas. I have two words for you: STOP THE FREAKING ANIMAL NOISES.

Wow that was more than two words.

Ok so I have spit [[spit? spat?]] out what I was going to say.

But I still have no idea what it has to do with the title.

Over and out.
--Alex [[is not quite sure why she just typed in radio-speak]]