A Title Couldn't Possibly Convey My Excitement.

Funny how I say that, and then end that sentence with a period instead of an exclamation point.

Wow, I barely got here on time today! Funny how I'm early the entire duration of the internship, and today, I'm just barely on time. What kept me? The same thing that's made me late all week - school. Lots of drama there, lots of problems. Not passing physics at the moment (thank you physics-teacher-who-can't-teach-physics). I'll bring that up though, Mom, I promise!

Check. This. Out. Chelsea (though you can't tell it from that article) is one of my very best friends, and this summer, we both had amazing opportunities in the form of internships; mine, here, with Alyson Footer; hers, also in downtown Houston, with the lovely folks at NASA. That's right. Chelsea went to NASA. So we're both awesome and amazing, and that article's basically telling you all that, but go read it anyway! We're psyched about it! I brought a copy of the Kingwood Observer from this week (September 26th, 2007) for Alyson. I have a few copies of the Humble in my car, and our front-office-awesome-lady at school cut out the Atascocita copy. So sweet. So much awesomeness.

They're playing really good music today, and it's making me sort of sad. I'm gonna miss this. I know as well as you do that it's time to kiss tis season goodbye, and leave it behind us. But I'm going to miss this. Being here, at the park, being on the field, hanging around some of the coolest guys. I mean, for me, it doesn't get any better. This is what I want to do for a living. This. All of this. It amazes me in ways a lot of people can't even comprehend. I don't find it monotonus or boring. I find it amazing. Simply, purely, amazing.

And writing. God, writing. Where would I be? It takes you places, ya know? It lets you be someone else - whoever you want - wherever you want to go, it'll take you. Whoever you want to see, just scan the lines (or between, if that's your style), and they're there. You're there. You're back at the game, or in it; the hits, the outs, the runs and walks.

It's there.

There's a band out there by the Conoco pump. Not bad. Who are they? haha.

More tonight during the game.

Love and stuff.

[Edit: haha. They're the Slags.]