Current mood:

exhausted

an update (finally).
I used to play tennis.
...
Hold on, let me rephrase that.

I used to take tennis lessons. I found it rather enjoyable, especially when I knew what I was doing. My dad used to play (yes, play) racquetball, so he found the concept of tennis entertaining as well. So, he'd usually take me to my class and then we'd stay for another hour or so afterward and practice.
It's been a long, long time since we've done that.
Looooooooooong time.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time.

There's a pretty damn big park walking-distance from our house. It's got a basketball court, a couple soccer fields, half a billion baseball fields, a really gorgeous lake, walking trails, some green areas, and a tennis court. I suggested to my dad this past weekend that we find our tennis rackets and walk over to the park to play. So, on Sunday, we did.
It was fun. Tiring, and I managed to get four blisters (three on one foot). But fun, nonetheless.
We have some pretty serious tennis skillzizzles.
And by that I mean, not at all.

First, I hit a tennis ball through the net. Not over. Not under. THROUGH. To which my dad said, "Okay, now do that again."
Then, one of us managed to hit a ball into the fence. Not sure who did it.... but it was still impressive.
And then, my favorite.
I hit a bird.
Mhmm.
Bird was okay. He kinda faltered, but then flew away.
But yeah... I hit a bird. YAAAY ME!

In other news, my room has officially been clean for a record-breaking 24 hours.
I had my forensics class today.
Annnd..... we're going on a vacation. On Monday. It hasn't quite sunk in yet... but it's true.
First one since we went to New York in 2006. Crazy stuff, man.
I'm sooo looking forward to bringing my camera some place new.
Boston for two days and Martha's Vineyard for five.
Weeee!