I don't know much about baseball, but I guess if you are a pitcher, you gotta mix it up every now and then. It wouldn't be any fun if all you ever threw were regular pitches. Every now and again, you'd want to throw a curveball. Just to fuck up the batter.

I guess we all come up to the plate, from time to time, hoping that there are no curveballs tonight. At least not to me. Maybe to the next guy, that's ok. Or the one who follows him. Just not me. Cause the whole team is counting on me to hit a homerun, and if you throw me a damned curveball, it's all fucked up.

Then, here it comes, clear as day that it is definetly a curveball. You see it, and best you can, prepare for it. Close your eyes, grit you teeth, and swing so hard you think you lose your arms.

Contact. You can feel the bat push the ball right back in the opposite direction. Up, up into the lights. It's going, it's going, and it falls......

Right into the left fielders mitt. Perfect catch. As if there was any doubt.

So it was a good night for everyone in a way. I hit the curveball, the left fielder finally caught a pop fly, and God made everybody a little happy.

But what about God?

Yeah, I know I haven't written in forever, but....

I know most of you that read this are gone far away from me now (I MISS YOU!), but I'm going to put this up anyway. I'm having a little party at my apartment Friday night and I just thought I'd invite all you people that I know. If you're interested e-mail me and I can give you direcitons to my place. vanillavariant@msn.com

~K

Yay! Finally got internet here. And it's a lot faster than we expected. Plus, we have cable. We were only supposed to have like 20 channels, but we have more like 70. It's a hell of a lot better than trying to get Fox with one of those antenna things. It worked, but we only had like 5 channels to pick from. And they were fuzzy!

So college starts Monday. Now comes the real challenge. Balancing work with school, money with fun, my life with two boys.

Good thing I'm a Libra.

But I'm getting kinda sleepy and my wonderful boyfriend is upstairs getting the bed warm. So, leave me notes and let me know where you all are now. Am I the only one left in Gainesville?

So. I'm all moved in. Haha. I feel like I'm constantly staying over with someone whose parents are out of town. It's fun. But I don't have any internet access there yet. We're still getting everything set up and there are still boxes that need to be unpacked. Right now I'm at my Nanny's, just getting a few more things.
I know everyone is leaving soon, parting ways, going off to college. I wish I could see my friends again before most of them left. I'll miss everyone.

Again. Here I am. It's raining. Pouring.

Last night was fun. Went out with my soon-to-be roommate, Parker. And Jared. It's so weird. These are the guys I've grown up with. Known most of my life. Then when I changed schools, completely lost touch with them, and now we're all great friends again.

After we got be from Anchorman, Parker and I were sifting through random stuff (he's already starting packing a little!) and found a bunch of pictures. There are pictures from elementary school, and he has pics with me in them, and even pics of my dogs (cause he used to live down the road, and passed them on his way to school every morning). That was fun. I didn't leave until after 4 though. But it's going to be fun living with him and my love.

We're all trying to figure out what kind of stuff we still need. We bought a leather couch and loveseat set (for $50!) from a friend's friend who is moving out of state. We bought a microwave, a vaccuum cleaner, lamps, a computer desk. And all for cheap too. We're college kids now, everything has to be cheap.

I got my schedule for UF all done. Absolutely no classes earlier than 11:45, and then only on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Tuesday I have 1 class, at 6 pm. I like it a lot. But Preview was boring. But I met a lot of cool people.

Hmmmm..... what else? Oh yes, regarding the title. I cut all my hair off. Like short. It doesn't touch my shoulders anymore. Not quite long enough to put in a ponytail. I like it. Very different. I finally look older. Yay. Or at least my own age, and not "15 or 16". When I get some pics, I'll think about posting them or something. Then you can tell me what you think.