It's been what, almost 6 months since I last updated this? Xanga has gotten ridiculously fancy since then.

A lot has gone on since my last update, I guess. Some things have changed.

I go to college here now. I love it here. Being someplace where there's always something to do (especially the city) is amazing, and the environment is just incredible. The people here are awesome, too. The workload isn't too bad, either. I need to maintain a 3.2 for my scholarship, and a 3.5 to stay in the Honors Program. I think I can do it - we'll just have to wait and see, though. My roommate ... I have issues with her. We don't talk. That's all I'm going to say on that subject - that discussion isn't really meant to be as public as this, anyway.

I miss home. I miss everyone. I miss taking showers without flip-flops, and homemade food, and my cats (I'm a dork), and my own bed. Hell, I miss hearing my sisters argue sometimes. Being away really makes you thankful for what you have.

I'm not playing softball. I think I'm going through withdrawl. It's so odd knowing I don't have to run to practice, or that my shoulder isn't sore from throwing. Maybe next year? We'll have to see about that, too.

I was (am?) (un)fortunate enough to go through yet another one of those periods in which EVERYONE DIES AT ONCE and it somehow affects me. So, R.I.P. Officer Gregg, R.I.P. John, R.I.P. Mrs. B. Get well soon Chris, Tara, and Tony. R.I.P. Mick. I didn't know you four, but you were all with John ...

I'm still the same person ... at least I think that I am, anyway. I may not be the best judge on that one, though. I'm still a klutz, I still love food, I'm still a goofball, I'm still a cynic, yet optimistic at the worst possible times, and I still have giggling fits that last long after a funny event has ended. I might have grown a little and matured a bit, but I could just be kidding myself on that one, too.

I miss you all, and I love you all, and hopefully I will talk to you all very soon. Now, though, my Philosophy paper is calling me. Until next time ...

it's over.

i'm really, really bitter, though i don't know if i should be. to think that i actually thought that everything happened for a reason ...

it's been one year since hell decided to pay my family and i a visit. :x.

...

on another note, this is the final score of yesterday's game:

villa: 8.
bristol: 0.

12 strikeouts for me, but i gave up 6 hits and walks. we all did so amazing.

& i'm still on cloud 9. :).

dear boo and mario:

get well soon. we love you.

love, yoshi.

wake up early, go to school, practice, homework, shower, sleep.

throw food somewhere into that mix, and you'll have what my days have turned into. softball dictates my life now. my weekends are going to be used as breathing time, unless we have games then. i'm so drained by the end of the day that i fall asleep around 9 o'clock every night. i don't mean to sound like i'm complaining, though. i enjoy this & i'm not being sarcastic, either. i don't mind how chaotic things can get this time of year, or the bruises and scrapes on my legs, or the pain because it's for softball. 

i love softball season, and i've been waiting for this season since our season ended last year. i have something to prove this year, and it's simply that i can do it. i can't wait until we have multiple games every week, and i can't wait until the weather's nice. most of all, i can't wait until i can walk out to the mound and just throw the ball for 7 innings because the only things that exist during that time are myself, my team, the other team and the field. i can forget everything during those 7 innings and put every ounce of energy i have into each pitch. i guess it's enjoyable because i'm finally good at it again. i missed being able to throw a decent pitch so damn much. . .

i'm happier now because i have this back. things haven't been too great lately, but i know i can go to practice and just let it go for a few hours. my dad goes to the doctor for his arm wednesday. hopefully, he gets good news.

... i feel bad for him. he came to my scrimmage on friday (because, as ashley said about her father, my dad and my mum are my number one fans), but he couldn't watch the whole thing. the air temperature dropped as the game went on ... the screws sticking out of his arm got cold, and since they go into his bone, that got cold, too. he wishes he never had the surgery. i just hope he gets better soon.

... that's an update.