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Tonight I am going to my grandmotha's house to spend some time with her. Aren't I the nicest granddaughta eva?? I don't know why I keep replacing er's with aaas. Whatevaaaa!! See you on Monday, seeing how tomorrow is EASTAAA!!

I don't feel like posting. So enjoy avatars of my thoughts. And to those of you who guessed about the Three on Thursday...I hate pizza with ranch dressing. It's gross.

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick... Yeah, that's the sound of my inner-bomb, ready to go off. Today was such a bad day. Shitty to the 23rd level. Before our softball game, my older sister and I had a big fight over Under Armor. I know, looking back on it now, it seems really gay. She borrowed mine, and then my younger sister took hers, so she claimed mine as her own and all this madness. It's a part of being in this family, I swear. We're all thieves. We figure that we're close enough to borrow things from each other, when we're really not. We always get pissed at one another...all the time. So after that short explosion, we went to our game. She and I arrived early, so I took all the equipment down to the field--it was no big deal, I didn't mind. The weather was SO FREAKING COLD. Everyone was bundled up in blankets, jackets, sweatshirts, underarmor, et cetera. I didn't even get to play until the last inning, and by then I felt as if my fingers were about ...

You know, it's probably the most cliched phrase used to guilt you into feeling fake sympathy or depression. But you know the one that your mother tells you when you're younger (or you hear it on TV)? You don't realize how much you miss something until it's gone. Well, I'm not trying to squash my feelings out for this because I don't have anything to write about, but I think that overused cliche accurately depicts the feelings I had as I just watch a bowling alley not far from my home burst into flames. I had known that place since before I was born. My parents had been in a league there for 20+ years. When they went bowling on Sunday nights, they would always bring us (aka my older sister and I) along because there wasn't any harm--why pay for a sitter when all you have to do is shove a whole bunch of quarters into our hands and scoot us off towards the game room? It was like that a lot until we got older, and school nights interfered--not to mention, as you...

Yaaaaay! Only ½ day left of school before Spring Break! Yes, the glorious Spring Break. To answer your #1 question--No, I am not going anywhere. I know. I'm one of those lucky kids that gets to stay home with their crazy families. Figures, though. I get my first real break since Christmas, and once again I'm getting stuck home with... them . I dunno how I'll ever survive. One way I might be able to make it is by reading all the books I just got. I mean, it will kind of suck to go through them that fast, but I also have 3 checkouts from my library AND some coming in from Access and the DCLS. So I'll pretty much be in Reader Heaven these next couple weeks. I don't really have much to report on today, just thinking about Model in 2 weeks, the swiftly approaching summer, the average worries of every teenager as well... I read an ad in the newspaper, and I'm thinking about joining a kick-boxing class. I'll let ya know how that goes. Well laa-di-daa...nothing e...

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.....

Well, I have to say this has been a pretty interesting weekend. I'll start with Friday, of course. Friday: Well, we had a softball game. The funniest thing about it? It seems as if the softball field is the absolute HOME of Passive-Aggressive behavior. Hilarious. We lost 10-0. But I dunno. I might have been able to explain it better when I first came home, but I came home and crashed, unable to even produce a mere post. Sorry. I was so tired. But the game just involved a mess of things, like: A stupid coach who put a girl in the game that didn't show up for practice on Thursday and told me personally that she hated softball and didn't want to be there...then, whenever Coach yelled at her to run to her position, she walked. I know, isn't it awesome? Passive-aggression INCARNATE. Spoiled Coach's Daughter, who got hurt in the second inning and blamed it on her dad. This other girl basically held the game for her for 4 innings, until SCD decided her injuries (that caus...