I ended up sucking pretty badly on those two exams Thursday...April Fool's on me.....yeah. It's gonna be ok though, it looks like I have enough extra credit (and a high enough average going in) to still pull A-'s if I absolutely rape the finals.
Still waiting on that car from home....I'm hoping sometime this weekend, but me hoping doesn't really mean a hell of a lot. I tend to hope for things that don't end up actually happening.
Slept for a nice long time last night....or rather this morning and afternoon. But, I had this weird dream. First off, I woke up around 9/9:30 cuz of Steph's alarm (she was out) - got up, turned it off, went back to bed, woke up again to the phone, which was Steph's dad. Anyway, between those two wakings I had a dream about high school tennis. It was my senior year (it's always my senior year in dreams) and we had a tennis match against Shepaug. The courts we were at weren't ours or Shepaug's in real life, but the feeling was that it was a home match, if that makes any sense. I played third singles in high school, and that's what I was playing in the dream. Only thing was, I was playing as if it was me now, not me in high school. In other words, hadn't really practiced in a couple years. I could NOT hit the damn ball - my wrist kept turning at every forehand. I actually got off a nice one-handed backhand, but in reality I have a two-handed backhand. One thing you need to know is that Shepaug was by far the best team in the league, and we were one of if not the worst. So, none of us liked Shepaug matches much, and relied on sense of humor to get through them. So here I am practicing (I don't think we ever got to the actual match, just practice) with this Shepaug third singles girl who knew her shit, and here's me playing like a freshman at my first practice. Before cuts. At one point I chased a ball right to where one of my team members was standing (because the whole team was lining the fence on the INSIDE) and I bent to pick it up, straightening to see that she was this girl I'll call X who, for whatever reason, never liked me. She's always given me that uneasy, stay-far-away-from-this-person feeling.
Also, all the Shepaug girls were wearing white socks with a blue stripe.
Still waiting on that car from home....I'm hoping sometime this weekend, but me hoping doesn't really mean a hell of a lot. I tend to hope for things that don't end up actually happening.
Slept for a nice long time last night....or rather this morning and afternoon. But, I had this weird dream. First off, I woke up around 9/9:30 cuz of Steph's alarm (she was out) - got up, turned it off, went back to bed, woke up again to the phone, which was Steph's dad. Anyway, between those two wakings I had a dream about high school tennis. It was my senior year (it's always my senior year in dreams) and we had a tennis match against Shepaug. The courts we were at weren't ours or Shepaug's in real life, but the feeling was that it was a home match, if that makes any sense. I played third singles in high school, and that's what I was playing in the dream. Only thing was, I was playing as if it was me now, not me in high school. In other words, hadn't really practiced in a couple years. I could NOT hit the damn ball - my wrist kept turning at every forehand. I actually got off a nice one-handed backhand, but in reality I have a two-handed backhand. One thing you need to know is that Shepaug was by far the best team in the league, and we were one of if not the worst. So, none of us liked Shepaug matches much, and relied on sense of humor to get through them. So here I am practicing (I don't think we ever got to the actual match, just practice) with this Shepaug third singles girl who knew her shit, and here's me playing like a freshman at my first practice. Before cuts. At one point I chased a ball right to where one of my team members was standing (because the whole team was lining the fence on the INSIDE) and I bent to pick it up, straightening to see that she was this girl I'll call X who, for whatever reason, never liked me. She's always given me that uneasy, stay-far-away-from-this-person feeling.
Also, all the Shepaug girls were wearing white socks with a blue stripe.
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