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17:19 on 08.11.03
"baseball and wet"

I just put on "Eight Men Out" which is that movie about the Chicago Black Sox (aka the Chicago White Sox's 1919 World Series team). If you haven't guessed yet, I am really into the baseball movies, especially those that are about true events in baseball history (such as this one or 61*, which I watched earlier, which is about the race between Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris to break Babe Ruth's 60 homerun record). I don't know why I love baseball so much. My father didn't want me getting into any sports when I was younger, but baseball is just so fascinating. Yes, I know that there are on average twenty-something seconds between pitches and yes, I know that all they basically do is run around in a circle... No, not even a circle, a diamond. But there's so much more to it than that. There's watching a player struggle while in the middle of a slump. There's the great plays and there's watching two bad teams win the World Series two years in a row... I hate those Diamondbacks, I hate those Angels. Yes I am a bitter Yankee fan.

But at least the Yankees are doing well this year. When I came back from CTY, I was very surprised to hear that they had traded both Robin Ventura and Raul Mondesi. Honestly, I don't believe they did that, and maybe they weren't doing well. I was basically out of baseball knowledge for six weeks, so maybe they were sucking something bad. But then again, the Yankees do have some older guys and they do need some fresh young people. And we got Nelson back. You can't ask for anything more, can you?

So anywho... I have my worries about school rising in me again. I have so much to do when I get back. I can feel the workload already. I haven't let myself relax.

Junior year is the most important year, and is therefore the most stressing, depressing, and oppressing year. I know it will be. I know that I won't be able to stop it from crushing me in its big hands.

Can you tell that I am terrified? Because I really am. And it is just school. It's just lots of work, late nights, early mornings and possibly ignoring my boyfriend (while being ignored by him). So bring it on!

It just stopped raining here. I love the way it looks right after in drizzles. The sun shines, but barely, and the light that does show through the clouds reflects off of the little pools of water that have been made in the shallow dents in the road. And the grass is covered in water droplets. And it smells wet. There's no other way to describe it. The rain brings out clean smells and it brings out decaying smells and in the end it smells wet. I can't think of any other way to describe the smell. It does smell clean, but it also smells like all the dead leaves and rotting acorns and the oil and dirt all over the road. And though it can be a shock to the nostrils, and kind of disgusting, it smells good.

I love Joshua.
<3 Chelsea