Hi journal, it’s been a while. I’m not really sure when my last post was or what it was about. For the next two weeks, I’m going to be at tennis every day (excluding Saturday). I do have time in the afternoon to do things, but the evenings don’t look very good right now. They might change practice for some of us from 6:30pm til dark to 4:00 to 6:30. This means I’ll have free Wednesday nights and free Friday nights, which I had anyway. Friday practice is from 3:30pm to 5pm. Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays I have karate.
Tomorrow I’m going to have coffee with a few people I know at 3pm then I have tennis at 6:30. The only other plans I have after that is Keeley’s birthday party the twenty-second to the twenty-third. I feel like I haven’t had a real conversation in a while, besides the one I had with Kerry, and to be quite honest, I could use a hug. Personally, hugs make me feel safe, and I want to feel safe right now. It’s not like I’m in imminent peril, but things are a little hectic.
Love,
Kathleen
Hey Journal. I went to tennis practice last night. It turned out to be the same old swearing and anger that usually sums up tennis practice. The coach said I was getting better, but I think he though I was going to kill some one…
Then this morning I played my dad for a bit. I think he won, but he decided to make me feel better and say “I beat myself.” It’s one of those “you stink at this, but I don’t want to rub it in”-isms. Well, my life doesn’t rely on tennis, so I can find the humor in it.
My life should also NOT revolve around Sims. I played that stupid game again today. I wasted my entire afternoon when I could have wasted it on something else. I just left this post because as I was looking for a picture to go along with this, I found Sims 3 snapshots and had to look at them and anticipate the new game’s arrival. What a pathetic life I lead.
Tonight I have karate. One more chance to prove my athletic ability…
Love,
Kathleen
Hi Journal. Last night was my last day at fair… I think. I’m really not satisfied with my “fair experience.” It’s not the rides and food, but the social aspect that’s disappointing me. I never got to say goodbye forever to Jeff, which is really bothering me. I never got to see the Russian again either.
Actually, I did. He blew me off. He was “stamp man” tonight and he stamped my arm as if we had no history. I’m not that bothered considering we don’t actually have a history…
I guess that’s the end of my fair saga. I hate to see it go (but I love to watch it walk away). I’ll figure out how to erase my one regret.
I would be the poor kid in the blue that looks like he's going to die.
Sunday is tennis practice, and another round of rage and swearing. My dad said he’d play me a few days next week. I’m excited. Losing a set to a man with a bad knee and arthritis is a day in heaven. I seriously need lessons.
Monday, maybe, I go back to accessioning books. It’s definitely not something I’m anticipating, but I sold my soul, so I don’t really have a choice. They’ll be mad I didn’t come in this week because I kind of said I would… Oh well.
If I find time between cataloging books and losing at tennis, which I will, I’m baking a cake for Mikey to replace his not-so-cool birthday.
Love
Kathleen
Journal, I’m pretty sure I’ve written in ten or more journals/blogs before you. Well, the eleventh, or more, try is the charm, right? A few things have been going on this summer that I figure I should talk about first.
I’ve had to volunteer at the Historical Society for “service hours” to join NHS. The first day was fun, even the first week. After accessioning books into a computer from 10 to 4 about five days a week, I think I’ve had enough. While I have my NHS volunteer hours done, I don’t have all of my church service hours complete… so I’ll have to go back.
This week is fair week. I’m sure if you could go, Journal, you would have fun. Of course you’d need to go with some one to have the optimal amount of fun. Standing alone in mud at a fair waiting for someone you see to beg them to ride something with you isn’t so much fun. I guess that means I didn’t have so much fun. Hold on a second, I’m looking only at the negatives. First positive, I got to pet some piglets. Second positive, I got to ride “the upside down thing” again. Third positive, I met a really attractive Russian ride operator, who just so happened to operate “the upside down thing.” There are more positives, like I got to ride other fun rides, I saw old friends, and I got to talk to Mikey.
About an hour ago, I got home from tennis practice. I’ve decided that Tennis is not my sport. Tennis this year isn’t really working out for me. It turns out I’m a lot worse than I had remembered. Not only am I serving incorrectly, but now that I’m serving correctly, I’m still pretty awful. The shots that I do make are usually lobs or really lucky forehands or backhands. Last week at practice, I was furious. With every miss, my rage increased drastically. I swore at the ball, swore at my racket, and swore to whoever was in earshot. This week, my rage “leveled up” to indifference. That obviously didn’t help, and therefore, I was even worse than I was last week.
That concludes most of my updates for the summer. Tomorrow I’m going to the fair for the last time, I think. August 8th I’m going back to school shopping, and some where in there I’ll stick in more tennis, karate, and cataloging books…
Love,
Kathleen.
