Sudden Appraisal
Coach Hammac kicked me, Mary Ana, and Shireen off his role because we "never go to the courts." That is such bullshit. First of all, he told us we didn't have to go play if we had a note. And there have only been three days the entire time we've been playing that we've brought him a note. One was like a month ago. Then one week we had a field trip, then the next day we got called into a surprise meeting in the library. The day after that was another field trip. We went out to the courts the next day. The day after that, Mary Ana broke her racket and we went to work out, then the next day we had to finish a history project and he said it was fine. But obviously it wasn't huh? We told Coach Lathan and he said he'd try to talk us back onto his role - but we told him we definitely don't want to be. We get enough practice after school and we'd much rather be with Coach Jones. Shireen wrote Coach Jones a note asking for permission to go play at a different court (by the pool, not on Cedar Street) and it started "Dear Coach Jones, Coach Hammac is a prick." XD
We played BCHS again last Thursday. Coach Lathan put me and Tiffany in the #2 doubles spot (as opposed to #1 last time...) and basically it would have taken some terrible plague to prevent us from winning. So yeah. We lost. x-X I'm really mad about that. Not like "Oh no we lost and I'm a sore loser." But... We should have won. But an idiot-proof game always manages to be fucked over by some truly dedicated idiot. Tiffany can't serve. And it's not an ability problem, it's that she's stubborn. If she would just hit it at a different time, it would be perfect. "Don't tell me how to do it! I know what I'm doing!" And of course she "knew what she was doing" while she was keeping score too, right? The deal is, you get two tries at a serve. If you mess up the first serve, you can try again without losing a point. So I served the ball. It hit right in the box. It was right at her feet, so the girl stumbled and sliced at it. The ball didn't even make it over the net. It was grand and wonderful and it earned us a point. I switch ends and start to serve it again, calling out the new score. It's kind of a no-brainer. Or not? So Tiffany says "What the hell are you doing?! It's the second serve!!" "Um. No it's not? We just got a point." "No dummy! You get two chances and that one was messed up!" "By them. It's our point." "No!!! You just! You don't do it right!!" Ummm. Okay? Oh and then the other team was serving and the girl forgot the score so her teammate told her we had 40 and they didn't have anything. So then Tiffany argues that no, it's us who don't have any points - they have 40. I'm like "Excuse me? I just scored a point every time they served the ball?" *headdesk* The other team agreed with me, but then she negotiated them 15 points because she hit a ball and the girl missed it. I'm sorry? Does that logic confuse you too? Her scoring pretty much lost us half the game. The other half was lost by her serves. And her yelling at me while I'm trying to serve... And her inability to grasp the basic concepts of who hits what ball where. If Tiffany's serving a round, it's my job to stand about two feet from the net and hit any balls that just barely come over, and she's supposed to stay back there and hit any balls that are hit deep. She is not supposed to get mad at me for not running backwards to hit balls that go two feet over my head and are coming straight to her. "I can't hit all these balls back here! Why aren't you helping me lazy-ass?!" Because I was busy playing the game the right way? I hit plenty of balls. I could've easily gotten mad and asked why her lazy-ass wasn't running up to the net and helping me. But that would have been ridiculous. So basically, when she'd get mad at me for not doing ninja flips to hit a ball that's right in front of her, she'd pay more attention to scolding me than to hitting that ball, and it would come nowhere near in bounds. Auughhh!!
If you don't really give a flying shit about tennis, you can start reading now.
Chris asked me a while ago if I wanted to help out at the Special Olympics with him and his mom. That was yesterday. And. The day before that, I did something really stupid that felt really smart for a long time. And then it kind of sunk in that "Holy shit Julie, you're a fucking idiot!" But luckily, so is Chris. So it's okay now. (And I love you.) I drove over to his house and got there at eight. We just lay around for a while waiting to leave. Then we left! :o We all volunteered at the Bocci ball court. Blah. We used to play that in Mr. Turner's class. A lot of the people playing were really good at it though. There was this guy named Ari ("The Bocci King") and he kept hitting on me, and it was really funny. Chris was so uncomfortable. Chris put his arm around me and Ari was like "Why you holding on my woman?" He kept asking everyone with a camera to take 2198479823 pictures of him and me, and him and me and other girls. (One of the girls was this really pretty black girl from the navy, and her name was Yami. Sorry. I just liked that a lot. Her name and her face were both very pretty :X) Towards the end, Chris started to carefully remove Ari's arm every time he put it around me XD He kept telling Chris how lucky he was to have me and that he'd better be good to me (*random glare*). Another guy, Albert, was so funny. He was like "You only have one girl? I'm a pimp." He also had a zillion pictures made. And then there was this William kid. He kept putting his hands in front of his waist and kind of... Pulling them back and flourishing, like he was showing off a championship belt buckle and he'd be like "Champion~" He kind of acted like a ninja. (Maybe he could play a tennis double with Tiffany.) Then there was this other guy, but he was more of a man than a guy. Like probably 50 years old. Robert. He was so cool. He asked about the bandaid on Chris's face and Chris told him he got into a fight with a rhino. Robert was like "Woah! Why would a hippo wanna fight you?! If you ever get in any fights with any more big animals, you call me." He was really sweet too. He asked if I was okay and I was like "Oh yeah. I'm just a little cold." So he hugged me against his super warm sweater (Green for St Patrick!) to warm me up a little ^-^ I liked him. Everybody was really cool, and it was a lot of fun. Aaand there were grilled hot dogs ^-^ We sat in the sun and ate with Ari until his teacher called him over. Then after two more games, the thing was over and we went home.
We flopped over on his couch and didn't move for a while. And when we did, we just flopped over on his bed. Then his mom made cookies and we stayed flopped over and ate them. Then I got restless and we rode bikes down his road, even though my coordination fails. We ran around in the woods some, then we came back and I assaulted his ancient little swing-set. Then he broke the foot bar off the double swing ^^ We went inside and I learned firsthand about StarCraft. Haha. Nerdeh. But now I'll understand better what's going on when he talks to me about it. We ate and watched 40 Year Old Virgin. I said I didn't want to leave and he was like "This is why you should live with me." So I was like "Okay I'll start breaking in my new room." and I pointed to Greg's room. I was like "I'll hang all my shit up and paint the walls pink." He was like "I bet Greg will like that when he comes home." So I said something about how his brother could climb in with me and I wouldn't mind. He gets jealous and I tease him. Admittedly, it may be one of my favorite pastimes. So he beat me. Literally. But it was funny. At some point, I pulled his shirt over his head and whipped him with my studded belt (kinky?) but I don't remember why. Just that it was really funny. Yeah. So. It was great and lots of wondrous happy fun. Yay love. ^^
And if you don't give a flying shit about tennis or Chris, you can start reading now.
Mom's taking me shopping for dress-up things for the NHS induction next Sunday. Like dresses and skirts and such. One day I want to be part of the snooty rich scene, just so I can wear lots of pretty dresses and go to lame parties and banquets all the time. I don't care about the social aspects of it. I just want a good excuse to get all dressed up and go out every so often. I don't think I'll ever grow out of that :X I'm such a frilly little girl.
We played BCHS again last Thursday. Coach Lathan put me and Tiffany in the #2 doubles spot (as opposed to #1 last time...) and basically it would have taken some terrible plague to prevent us from winning. So yeah. We lost. x-X I'm really mad about that. Not like "Oh no we lost and I'm a sore loser." But... We should have won. But an idiot-proof game always manages to be fucked over by some truly dedicated idiot. Tiffany can't serve. And it's not an ability problem, it's that she's stubborn. If she would just hit it at a different time, it would be perfect. "Don't tell me how to do it! I know what I'm doing!" And of course she "knew what she was doing" while she was keeping score too, right? The deal is, you get two tries at a serve. If you mess up the first serve, you can try again without losing a point. So I served the ball. It hit right in the box. It was right at her feet, so the girl stumbled and sliced at it. The ball didn't even make it over the net. It was grand and wonderful and it earned us a point. I switch ends and start to serve it again, calling out the new score. It's kind of a no-brainer. Or not? So Tiffany says "What the hell are you doing?! It's the second serve!!" "Um. No it's not? We just got a point." "No dummy! You get two chances and that one was messed up!" "By them. It's our point." "No!!! You just! You don't do it right!!" Ummm. Okay? Oh and then the other team was serving and the girl forgot the score so her teammate told her we had 40 and they didn't have anything. So then Tiffany argues that no, it's us who don't have any points - they have 40. I'm like "Excuse me? I just scored a point every time they served the ball?" *headdesk* The other team agreed with me, but then she negotiated them 15 points because she hit a ball and the girl missed it. I'm sorry? Does that logic confuse you too? Her scoring pretty much lost us half the game. The other half was lost by her serves. And her yelling at me while I'm trying to serve... And her inability to grasp the basic concepts of who hits what ball where. If Tiffany's serving a round, it's my job to stand about two feet from the net and hit any balls that just barely come over, and she's supposed to stay back there and hit any balls that are hit deep. She is not supposed to get mad at me for not running backwards to hit balls that go two feet over my head and are coming straight to her. "I can't hit all these balls back here! Why aren't you helping me lazy-ass?!" Because I was busy playing the game the right way? I hit plenty of balls. I could've easily gotten mad and asked why her lazy-ass wasn't running up to the net and helping me. But that would have been ridiculous. So basically, when she'd get mad at me for not doing ninja flips to hit a ball that's right in front of her, she'd pay more attention to scolding me than to hitting that ball, and it would come nowhere near in bounds. Auughhh!!
If you don't really give a flying shit about tennis, you can start reading now.
Chris asked me a while ago if I wanted to help out at the Special Olympics with him and his mom. That was yesterday. And. The day before that, I did something really stupid that felt really smart for a long time. And then it kind of sunk in that "Holy shit Julie, you're a fucking idiot!" But luckily, so is Chris. So it's okay now. (And I love you.) I drove over to his house and got there at eight. We just lay around for a while waiting to leave. Then we left! :o We all volunteered at the Bocci ball court. Blah. We used to play that in Mr. Turner's class. A lot of the people playing were really good at it though. There was this guy named Ari ("The Bocci King") and he kept hitting on me, and it was really funny. Chris was so uncomfortable. Chris put his arm around me and Ari was like "Why you holding on my woman?" He kept asking everyone with a camera to take 2198479823 pictures of him and me, and him and me and other girls. (One of the girls was this really pretty black girl from the navy, and her name was Yami. Sorry. I just liked that a lot. Her name and her face were both very pretty :X) Towards the end, Chris started to carefully remove Ari's arm every time he put it around me XD He kept telling Chris how lucky he was to have me and that he'd better be good to me (*random glare*). Another guy, Albert, was so funny. He was like "You only have one girl? I'm a pimp." He also had a zillion pictures made. And then there was this William kid. He kept putting his hands in front of his waist and kind of... Pulling them back and flourishing, like he was showing off a championship belt buckle and he'd be like "Champion~" He kind of acted like a ninja. (Maybe he could play a tennis double with Tiffany.) Then there was this other guy, but he was more of a man than a guy. Like probably 50 years old. Robert. He was so cool. He asked about the bandaid on Chris's face and Chris told him he got into a fight with a rhino. Robert was like "Woah! Why would a hippo wanna fight you?! If you ever get in any fights with any more big animals, you call me." He was really sweet too. He asked if I was okay and I was like "Oh yeah. I'm just a little cold." So he hugged me against his super warm sweater (Green for St Patrick!) to warm me up a little ^-^ I liked him. Everybody was really cool, and it was a lot of fun. Aaand there were grilled hot dogs ^-^ We sat in the sun and ate with Ari until his teacher called him over. Then after two more games, the thing was over and we went home.
We flopped over on his couch and didn't move for a while. And when we did, we just flopped over on his bed. Then his mom made cookies and we stayed flopped over and ate them. Then I got restless and we rode bikes down his road, even though my coordination fails. We ran around in the woods some, then we came back and I assaulted his ancient little swing-set. Then he broke the foot bar off the double swing ^^ We went inside and I learned firsthand about StarCraft. Haha. Nerdeh. But now I'll understand better what's going on when he talks to me about it. We ate and watched 40 Year Old Virgin. I said I didn't want to leave and he was like "This is why you should live with me." So I was like "Okay I'll start breaking in my new room." and I pointed to Greg's room. I was like "I'll hang all my shit up and paint the walls pink." He was like "I bet Greg will like that when he comes home." So I said something about how his brother could climb in with me and I wouldn't mind. He gets jealous and I tease him. Admittedly, it may be one of my favorite pastimes. So he beat me. Literally. But it was funny. At some point, I pulled his shirt over his head and whipped him with my studded belt (kinky?) but I don't remember why. Just that it was really funny. Yeah. So. It was great and lots of wondrous happy fun. Yay love. ^^
And if you don't give a flying shit about tennis or Chris, you can start reading now.
Mom's taking me shopping for dress-up things for the NHS induction next Sunday. Like dresses and skirts and such. One day I want to be part of the snooty rich scene, just so I can wear lots of pretty dresses and go to lame parties and banquets all the time. I don't care about the social aspects of it. I just want a good excuse to get all dressed up and go out every so often. I don't think I'll ever grow out of that :X I'm such a frilly little girl.