Well, we lost our baseball game :(

Final score: 7-14 for Elmvale.

The second would be a base running type error. I was on third, a runner on first, she was going to steal on the first pitch, that was a given. Coach told me, lead off a bit so they don't throw...we'll I lead off a bit too far and I was too close to homeplate to turn back and the ball was too close to me for me to go further. I was stuck, I got out. I hate when I make stupid plays.

During my first at bat, before the running error, the coach made me take the first pitch. alright, that's fine, normal even - STRIKE! Okay, 0 - 1, doing fine. He makes me take another pitch, I stare at him to make sure, I step in the box intent on just taking the pitch - STRIKE TWO! Okay 0-2, can i PLEASE swing the bat now, before I get out? Finally I get to swing the bat, I got a single over the first baseman's head. It's not fair to have to take two PERFECT pitches, I was so tempted to just pound one of those balls, probably not the best idea but, they were sweet pitches.

Nothing really exciting happened after that. Our newest addition to the pitching squad pitches jsut like the second pitches from last year, lobbing them in. I know it's mean, but in this league, in any league they're just going to pound that ball left, right and center if you give them a good look like that. GREENSOCKS, our pitcher, can't be our only strong pitcher. Maybe I should pitch again...probably not. I don't have the control, although I know I have good speed. I'm prolly just feeling dumb for giving up on something, yet again.

Oh well, we lost. Nothing much can be done by complaining and bitching like I do. Did I mention the weather tonight on the ball diamond? Nope, well it certainly didn't feel like May, more like a November day. We froze our bums off.

Tomorrow I go to lunch with the Yearbookees, rah! And I also get my copy of this years Yearbook. Mine is embossed with my name and position, well, my former position anyways. I don't know what I'm expected to say to these people. that is of course assuming they have the same bad feeling about this as I do. they probably won't even care if I go, and they'll just ignore me. I mean, it isn't like I did anything for the book anyways, right?

Today at school a Yearbookee hugged me, kinda surprising. I try and catch up with him every once in a while, just to see how things are. As usual we talked about the love of his life, Alison. I really don't mind talking about her, infact I look forward to it. Since Alison lives in the states I've never personally met her, but from what I hear she's absolutely amazing. I hope all goes well for him, I just hope he holds off on his ideas of wedding bells until maybe he's a little older. Nineteen is a little young to be married, isn't it?

Earlier today, around Noon, I decided to go to the blood donor clinic and donate my blood again. (I realize today's events aren't exactly in the order that they occurred) Most of the people I know shudder anytime I mention that I donate blood, it really isn't that bad. Just a little prick, thats all, I'm telling you it isn't that bad. That of course is for me but, for most people it's considered pain. I like needles, oddly enough. They say you shouldn't do anything strenuous for like 12 hours or something, but I do anyways. I've played baseball games after blood donor clinics before, and I've always been fine.