Who? The Devil! Who? The Devil!

jeevesths (3:45:08 AM): At which point I scream and make religious signs.
jeevesths (3:45:43 AM): so...you need help with probability, all you gotta do is scream for me.
italianagirl651 (3:46:05 AM): Yes. Avoid religious symbols. But you want to know something very funny?
italianagirl651 (3:46:29 AM): As in, 'Whoa, never saw that coming out of her mouth' funny.
jeevesths (3:46:34 AM): sure.
italianagirl651 (3:47:27 AM): I got a letter from a church the other day. Just one of the random flyers we always get from one of the ones out here, talking about their thing and how they need members and money, you know, like the newsletter?
italianagirl651 (3:48:29 AM): Well, I made fun of it, of course. I pretended it burned my hands in front of my dad. But as I was walking to the trash can, I thought, "Hmm. I haven't been to church in ages. Maybe I should try going to one of these yuppie churches. Maybe the people there are nice democrats. Maybe."
italianagirl651 (3:48:49 AM): Then I dropped the letter in the garbage, along with my temporary insanity.
italianagirl651 (3:48:58 AM): I'm turning into a Republican, I swear to God.

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I took some pictures today, figuring I knew that I wouldn't feel up to posting something gigantic. And I'm not. We had another softball game this afternoon, and even though I played for about...3½ minutes, I'm still wiped from having to spend the entire game on my feet (and add that up to my day and school, and it's cause for exhaustion). My 3½ minutes in the spotlight was when my coach decided that we were losing bad enough (We lost 17-10 or something like that) that it wouldn't do any harm to put the Junior Varsity Princess (aka moi, if you're that thick) into the game. The batter's box, to be precise. I guess I wasn't good enough to defend the field. :( Whatever. So, I must've been a lot more nervous than I thought I was, because everyone kept telling me to relax. I didn't feel nervous, but when I struck out (I went down swingin', ya bastards!) and returned to the dugout, I realized that my hands were shaking. Well, here are the pictures.....

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