Sore
Man, I had a soft ball game yesterday. We lost 25-10, but I did real good man. I got three people out! (I played catcher) Then I went up to bat four times, went 2 for 4. Not bad huh? It was the seventh inning that nailed us. We were originally 15-9. But yeah ... NO ONE WOULD THROW THE BALL HOME TO GET THE ASSES OUT! Most of the time, the ball went to Robert, and I'm like "ROBERT! GIVE ME THE BALL! THROW THE BALL TO ME, YOU HONK HEAD!" Then the dude running to me, ran into me, laughing, going "honk head?" but he was safe, since Robert never threw the ball to me. They ended up scoring ten runs, so yeah. But seventh inning for us, is real good.
I'm going to see Star Wars: Revenage of the Sith on Thursday, with Chad. I'm special, even if I had to black mail him into doing it. Haha. I was laughing about it, like "you promised me if I went to play, you'd take me to the movie." He laughed, and goes "crazy, girl. Yeah. I know." I nudged him, and jokingly said; "I was so good today though. I keep doing better. I deserve a kiss." He looked me over and grabbed me, and kissed me. I laughed at him then, and we both just laughed. All that nervousness had to fade away some how, right? Yeah. Just laughed it all off and we both were like "Forget it, right?" Yeah. But still, Chad's only gonna be my buddy, even if we sit there and say "I love ya" I mean. I only love Chad as a friend, and I assume he does as well. Robert, well, I don't know about my dude anymore. I mean ... he's always getting drunk, feeling sorry for himself. I don't do that. I don't feel sorry for myself. I don't drink no more than four times a year. I only drank this year three times. First; SuperBowl Sunday. I was drunk then though. Then when on Valentine's Day, when Dustin commited self murder. I was real upset over that though. Then a few days ago, because everyone just got to me. Yet Robert drinks four times a week. I don't do that, heh.
But yeah. Today me and my mom cleaned the living room real good. It looks great now. Took us eight hours to do it (we have a large living room) but we did it. Tomorrow, and Wednesday, is the kitchen. (We have a real big big kitchen. I mean, huge. Think of a laundry place, a public one, about 3/4 of that size, is my kitchen.) So I'm not looking forward to it, but I'll do it. Cause come Thursday, me and my mama are going shopping, then I come home, clean up, and Chad's taking me to the movie. Life is pretty good, despite many failures popping up, all I can say to it; who cares? I am taking a few days away from my worries, my fears, and my failures, to enjoy life. Damn it, I don't have time to waste. Anyways ... gotta go. Love ya'll.
As Always,
Lindsay
I'm going to see Star Wars: Revenage of the Sith on Thursday, with Chad. I'm special, even if I had to black mail him into doing it. Haha. I was laughing about it, like "you promised me if I went to play, you'd take me to the movie." He laughed, and goes "crazy, girl. Yeah. I know." I nudged him, and jokingly said; "I was so good today though. I keep doing better. I deserve a kiss." He looked me over and grabbed me, and kissed me. I laughed at him then, and we both just laughed. All that nervousness had to fade away some how, right? Yeah. Just laughed it all off and we both were like "Forget it, right?" Yeah. But still, Chad's only gonna be my buddy, even if we sit there and say "I love ya" I mean. I only love Chad as a friend, and I assume he does as well. Robert, well, I don't know about my dude anymore. I mean ... he's always getting drunk, feeling sorry for himself. I don't do that. I don't feel sorry for myself. I don't drink no more than four times a year. I only drank this year three times. First; SuperBowl Sunday. I was drunk then though. Then when on Valentine's Day, when Dustin commited self murder. I was real upset over that though. Then a few days ago, because everyone just got to me. Yet Robert drinks four times a week. I don't do that, heh.
But yeah. Today me and my mom cleaned the living room real good. It looks great now. Took us eight hours to do it (we have a large living room) but we did it. Tomorrow, and Wednesday, is the kitchen. (We have a real big big kitchen. I mean, huge. Think of a laundry place, a public one, about 3/4 of that size, is my kitchen.) So I'm not looking forward to it, but I'll do it. Cause come Thursday, me and my mama are going shopping, then I come home, clean up, and Chad's taking me to the movie. Life is pretty good, despite many failures popping up, all I can say to it; who cares? I am taking a few days away from my worries, my fears, and my failures, to enjoy life. Damn it, I don't have time to waste. Anyways ... gotta go. Love ya'll.
As Always,
Lindsay