Wishful Thinker, I

I want so many things in life. I want to accomplish so many things. I try; I'm always eating more than I can chew. Ambitious, would be the word that describes me.
What have I done these past few days--

The usual-- yep. The usual.
I went to the beach on Wednesday, I think; I got majorly tan, although I was trying to prevent that. I don't want wrinkly skin when I get older-- eww. My "friend" I went with ( I have no clue whether she's my friend or not-- I'm very selective when saying who is my friend-- thus the quotation marks ) was astonished that I wouldn't want to tan. "You're the first person I met that doesn't want to tan! You're INSANE!" blah blah blah :P
Yea, so she was trying to tan the whole time, but she just went pink, red, and rosier red. I, on the other hand, was covering myself verrry well with my towel & hers, but tanned anyway. Geez, I hate getting tan + darker. I don't look good with dark skin like some people would.
So after that, I went to her house, and ate frozen pepperoni pizza (not bad, but very garlicky) and ate homemade rice crispies-- yummm. It was so delicious & scrumptious. I could hear mellifluous chirps in my boggled head with each crispy, sweet bite. :B kahaha~

And yesterday, we had a softball game. We were doing ugly plays the first two innings, but caught up later on, but lost with a 10:11. I scored a point though :D
It was embarassing (at least that's what coach always says when we make a lot of errors) because we gave them their first win... Oh well, he fusses over losing so much, it's so frustrating. He is short-tempered; he throws things down on the ground, spits on the dirt, flies his fists in the air, stomps hard on the ground and grumps *Gahhh!* He reminds me of a little boy throwing tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants. I think that's bad for his body because he's stressing out over every single, tiny, small, miniscule detail. If I did that, which I do do sometimes, I would go nuts, and yes, sometimes I do go completely nuts that people tell me to CHIllllllllax! Or plainly "Chill out!" or "Relax" Lol :O
Yea, the head coach is fine; I like him; he's a good guy & I'm glad he's the head coach-- the rest of our coaches are just very odd... and scary at times. I shivered when our coach (not the head coach) was yelling at us.
I watched the varsity game, and the other team made two homeruns... Wow, right. It went "plop" over the fence at leftfield. It was mad hard-core. I bet college games would be 3 times scarier than this, though. I think our team needs to do more hitting with a real pitcher... then we'll get the real feel for hitting. I still get nervous when I'm up to bat; I think I mentioned this in my previous posts, maybe not, but I'll repeat it. My hands shake, legs stumble, heart races, and my body tenses up... But because of that, I sometimes strike out-- I think too much;

Anyways, today I have to catch up on a hefty amount of reading of Lord of the Flies by William Golding. So, I'm gonna go, go, go for now :) Idk when I'll post again after spring break; too busy.