Welcome July

I just came back from RCC Fieldhouse, a.k.a. the gym. I honestly have to practice tennis more often. I used to be able to hit the ball wherever I pinpoint it to go: short, long, left, right, etc… and my slices were amazing and my serves weren’t great but most of the time, in. Yeah, I sound like a pompous brat bragging about my amazing skills. I just really miss it, though. I was so proud of my consistency, and now I’m on my butt trying to get my backhand stroke down. Entirely my fault for not joining the tennis club.

Anyways, I’ll be going camping this weekend! We leave tomorrow because it’s a holiday (obviously) and we’re going to be stuck in the mountains until Sunday. I’m so excited! It’s my first time camping overnight, so we’re bringing a heavy tent and portable cooking-wares. And we get to hike all day =D But on the other hand, I’m not quite looking forward to using the -ahem- quote, “bathroom.” We’re gonna have to bring a LOT of tissues.

Oh, an interesting, mind-bogging story. I was nearly yelled at for speeding in the park yesterday. I guess I was a little fast for 10 mph speed limit, but I was going at MAX 20 mph (I know that because I only used second gear). I really didn’t see the other cars and truck coming my way since the downhill was kind of steep, not to mention, the trees did a great job blocking my view. However, this guy who works there came up to me wearing his big orange shirt and started to lecture me for 30 seconds about how reckless I drive. “Speed limit here is 10 mph. And there are children here, if you hit one, you’re gonna be in big trouble.” I was like, “Omg, who is this guy? A saint?” I bet he thought I was planning to crash and commit suicide. He obviously doesn’t have any experience with stick-shift cars because when driving stick-shift, the lower gears making louder zoom zoom sounds that make you believe the car is going faster than it really does. Anyhow, I just smiled at him, nodded with an OK, and drove on. Haha seriously, strangers on the streets nowadays can act like your parents.

So yeah, I have a great life. And I just noticed I’m sitting between two orthodox jews, you know, the guys with this little black cap on their head and twirly little curls hanging on the sides of their faces. Gotta go.