Oh Whats My Destiny?
After the most yummiliciouspushpoppy dinner, I begged David (my brother) to play tennis with me. But he didn't want to:
Me: they put the nets up!! LET'S GO PLAY TENNIS!!
David: pfft....um. no.
Me: WHAT!?!??! WHY!??!
David: becuase I don't want to.
Uncle: OOOH! I WILL!
Me: YAY!!!
My uncle is the type of person who is good at any sports he tries to play and he's played tennis before, so I was kind of afraid to play against him. But we got to the court and I just...fucking...played my heart out and I was hitting just amazing shots.
I can't explain it. I played just really good and before, playing with David, I couldn't even return serve to him but then I'd make MY serve just monsterous and he wouldn't even be able to run after it almost. But oh well. My shots were just amazing. My serves were good.
I always think in the back of my mind when I'm playing (I just play right now to have fun and get used to it. I'll worry about staying in the lines when I get lessons) and serving, "damn...that wasn't in the line..." but still, i hit.
Some of my shots were like something pros would do. At least I think. But my uncle even said it, lmfao.
But i'm pretty sore.
I got home and did some half assed physical therapy exercises. and I even called Megan. Yeah. :)
well...i'm gunna go becuase i'm tired.
see ya!