Ahh! Flying Caterpillars!
I just got back from my tennis match feeling thoroughly exhausted. Not from playing tennis, mind you, but from dodging caterpillars. Yes, "pillars" as we tennis folk so fondly call them.
My match against Somerset lasted no more than 30 minutes (which is not a lot at all). I lost horribly against her... i kept hitting it into the net and hitting it out and her serve was so wicked good that I couldn't hit it back half the time. I lost 0-6, 1-6. Afterwards, I just escaped into the school, found Katie, and we went and bought some icecream. I hope that I never lose so horribly again.
OK, well, back to pillars.
Actually, i'll get back to pillars later
hasta luego
phoenix
My match against Somerset lasted no more than 30 minutes (which is not a lot at all). I lost horribly against her... i kept hitting it into the net and hitting it out and her serve was so wicked good that I couldn't hit it back half the time. I lost 0-6, 1-6. Afterwards, I just escaped into the school, found Katie, and we went and bought some icecream. I hope that I never lose so horribly again.
OK, well, back to pillars.
Actually, i'll get back to pillars later
hasta luego
phoenix