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So much to say since my last entry.
Let's start with the tennis tourney in good ole Peoria, Illinois. A piece of shit town where I played outta my mind. I actually got to play the #6 in the line up. I did go 0for, but it was great experience. I lost one match 2,5 to some foreigner from Southern Illinois. I then played some chump from Valpo, shoulda won, but guess who choked again? That's right, yours truly. My third and final singles match was against Chicago State University. This was the match where I was just dialed in. Roger Federer, the number one player in the world, says that he watches the ball so closely that he can actually see it deform into his racquet and form an ellipsoid. Of course, I don't have the capability to watch the ball that closely, but I was focused on that ball so hard that I could see the lines rotating about the ball. That was an awesome feeling and I have been trying to reproduce it since, and I'm getting better results.
I finally got facebook, I'm not addicted to it, but it's kinda cool when people start adding you. The most random people try adding you. For example, Tim Allen and David Cascio, crazy. But then again, I'm trying to find those people from grade school myself, so I guess it's all the same.
Danny came back for a his five year reunion. At the golf outing, he was the only one from his class to show up for it. Later at the tailgating for the football game, he was only one of three to show up. So yea, definitely not showing up for my five year.
The weirdest thing happened the other day. I was at Ameristar Casino, sitting by myself after dinner. Some random black guy comes up to me and hands me his card. This guy was a web photographer/publisher. So he tells me that I got good lookin' feet and wants me to model my feet for him. What the fuck? Seriously, I think I have the ugliest feet in the world. But he said I could pull of the "flip-flop look" and looked athletic enough to model. Also, he didn't look very legit and he seriously seemed gay. So I'm afraid to call just cause I don't wanna end up in a gay porno and/or foot fetish porno.
Finally, I'm gonna say that long distance relationships suck. I don't wanna elaborate on that just cause I don't think I'm ready to.
Let's start with the tennis tourney in good ole Peoria, Illinois. A piece of shit town where I played outta my mind. I actually got to play the #6 in the line up. I did go 0for, but it was great experience. I lost one match 2,5 to some foreigner from Southern Illinois. I then played some chump from Valpo, shoulda won, but guess who choked again? That's right, yours truly. My third and final singles match was against Chicago State University. This was the match where I was just dialed in. Roger Federer, the number one player in the world, says that he watches the ball so closely that he can actually see it deform into his racquet and form an ellipsoid. Of course, I don't have the capability to watch the ball that closely, but I was focused on that ball so hard that I could see the lines rotating about the ball. That was an awesome feeling and I have been trying to reproduce it since, and I'm getting better results.
I finally got facebook, I'm not addicted to it, but it's kinda cool when people start adding you. The most random people try adding you. For example, Tim Allen and David Cascio, crazy. But then again, I'm trying to find those people from grade school myself, so I guess it's all the same.
Danny came back for a his five year reunion. At the golf outing, he was the only one from his class to show up for it. Later at the tailgating for the football game, he was only one of three to show up. So yea, definitely not showing up for my five year.
The weirdest thing happened the other day. I was at Ameristar Casino, sitting by myself after dinner. Some random black guy comes up to me and hands me his card. This guy was a web photographer/publisher. So he tells me that I got good lookin' feet and wants me to model my feet for him. What the fuck? Seriously, I think I have the ugliest feet in the world. But he said I could pull of the "flip-flop look" and looked athletic enough to model. Also, he didn't look very legit and he seriously seemed gay. So I'm afraid to call just cause I don't wanna end up in a gay porno and/or foot fetish porno.
Finally, I'm gonna say that long distance relationships suck. I don't wanna elaborate on that just cause I don't think I'm ready to.