So tired. So, so tired. But it is August, and I must blog.
Today, I went to a local baseball game thing. It was really boring. I got a bit of reading done, but I had to constantly look out for baseballs flying at me, because our seats were right where all of the balls go.
The other team scored in the third inning, or something, and then nothing happened until the eighth.
I was complaining that I had to get home before midnight to blog. My stepmom, Beth, just really wanted to go home. So we were both praying for the game to end in the ninth inning. Once the eighth inning started, I took out the journal that I brought. Here are some of my recorded observations.
Beth, after the first run scored by the home team: "God is a man, and he hates me."
Beth, after the second run scored by the home team: "God is a woman, and she loves us!"
Beth, after the third run scored by the home team: *making a praying gesture towards the sky* "YESSSSSSSSSSSSS."
The game ended, our local team won, and there were fireworks. Fun fun. Except not.
The majority of my attention was spent on Alaska explaining to Pudge how she got her name, Beth feeding me pretzels, and the crowd starting a wave.
When Beth was feeding me pretzels, she told me to try the honey mustard. I really didn't want to, but I did anyway. And it was gross. I don't even like mustard in the first place, nor do I particularly care for honey. Why I thought I might like honey mustard is beyond me.
That is all. I'm going to bed. No end song lyrics. Too tired.
-Jess
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