last night i subbed for kylie on a coed softball team. it was the first time i’ve played softball in a while, but it went quite well and was a lot of fun. i played three innings in the field (right center, where kylie usually plays i guess) and got one at-bat before a 10th team member showed up and i got benched because i was only a sub. oh well. but my at-bat was a success–i hit a bloop grounder toward third base, which turned into a double on a throwing error, and then two batters later i scored a run! i told the team (i know half the players on it already) that when the next season rolls around this fall, i’d like to join. fun fun.
i’m also supposed to play soccer this fall, so that will be good too.
i also went to ballet class with nick last night; well, not really to class but rather to a private lesson tiffany was giving him. i’m sorry, but i just don’t think i’m meant to be a ballet dancer. i went because nick really wanted me to, and because he likes it so much and thought i would too…but i dunno. ballet involves so much balance and grace, and it’s all about being very aware of your body and how you’re holding your arm, or leg, or how straight and tall you are standing. i think to be a successful ballet dancer, you have to have a lot of confidence in your body. i don’t have that (as much as i wish i did). i tried to follow what tiffany and nick were showing me, but i just looked like some fat idiot trying not to fall over. i think i will stick to social dancing.
i came home yesterday to find a wasp in the early stages of building a nest in the corner of the doorframe of my front door. lovely. when the wasp flew off to find more building materials, i swatted its nest away and sprayed the area with ant spray, which i figured might either a) kill the wasp or b) really piss it off. i’m not sure which happened, but i haven’t seen the wasp again, so i hope it was option a. otherwise there is a really angry wasp looking for me.
yes. can you stand the excitement?
so here is a shameless paragraph in which i actually address a specific person who i believe reads this diary. i usually try to avoid doing this. the thing is, jen has returned to the country after her 10 week stint abroad. and i can’t find her email address. jen, i have info about trail races around stanford that i wanted to send you now that you are back. send me (sarah@nique.net) your email address!
tonight i think i’m going to take it easy, go home, and clean. i have two and a half weeks to get my apartment straightened for real before christina and carter arrive. yes, carter has now decided to come to houston as well. both of them will be here the same weekend, as well as james. and of course chrissy and liz, since they already live in houston. i am already anticipating a fun-filled weekend filled with six flags, baseball games, and chilling by the pool at my luxurious palmas. in fact, the only thing i can think of that would make it better is if we could get kent and chris to come along as well.
this morning i dragged my sleepy butt out of bed a half hour early (at 7:00 instead of the usual snooze-button-induced 7:30) and ran on the treadmill. boo yeah. go me.
(4:16 p.m.)
last night i went out to ride my bike for the first time since the movers brought it three weeks ago, and…they totally screwed up my bike!! the front brake has been jerked apart so that it is non-functional, the rear brake is out of alignment, the rear tire is completely flat. oh, and the little meter that showed me what gear i was in is totally ruined–the needle is broken, and the cable that connects the gear shift to the meter is broken as well. i was so mad! i don’t know why i didn’t check it out when they first brought it. regardless, i called the moving company and they are sending me a claim form so that i can get it fixed.
matt just walked past and declared the new cherry coke can design to be “sexy.”
