It doesn't sound like, but I am.

Weekend:

Saturday/

-first softball game and first win of the season

-all 3 bases broke because of intense running (and bad pegging)

-university BBQ had some quack games (Pterodactyl + Question game)

Sunday/

-didn't get to teach Sunday school cause I spent half of it in the washroom with an upset stomach (pre-game butterflies)

-decided to bus to the game, I ended up waiting at the bus stop for 40 minutes

(I used my time wisely by dancing for 40 minutes while this black lady was watching me awkwardly)

-won our double header with missing people on the team

The happy feeling is long gone, but the memory is still here.

-Evelyn couldn't play softball due to a car crash the day before, but she played anyways because she didn't want our team to forfeit (for not having enough girls playing)

-Evelyn's talk with me during our celebration dinner. It was blunt and quite heart to heart. Really surprised me, yet made me equally as happy.

-Sam Lee's effort in softball and being friendly with everybody

Feeling really childish for losing my happy streak over my dad.