i don't want to forget you

i want to go to a softball game. not baseball, softball. i have no idea why. i'm pretty sure it's the weather. i used to play softball around this time and i loved the smell of it. the grass, the dirt, leather gloves and just...i really miss it.

i'm way too nostalgic sometimes. more like all the time. i should work on that.

i need to work on a lot of things. papers are the first thing. my SPED paper on Reguarding Henry is going to have to be done from memory, which i hope will not come back to bite me in the ass.

i have 18 books checked out from the library. that's not counting the 3 others i made copies of and the one that i requested from perimeter, along with the one my dad has. i mean...come on people. i'm still not done looking for stuff though. the reference desk guy is going to be my bitch tomorrow is all i can say--i'm going to have him look up so much stuff for me. i found most of everything i need, it's the little things i'm having trouble with. stupid websites, stupid 1940s magazines not being online. stupid stupid me.

i think i'll go outside for a while on the porch. it's too nice to stay in right now and i don't want to miss it.