rejected produce

perfect.

tennis lessons are almost over.....woompa. not that they're difficult at all, but i just hate waking up so damn early for the damn things. the mom of these dudes i teach was talking to me about giving private lessons 5 days a week.....dumbass. in other tennis related news, i'm a really good player.....i've just been hitting out of my mind lately. fuck yeah.

last night, i laid down to sleep, and thought about next year at st. thomas....more specifically, what dorm life is going to be like. i'm not entirely sure, but my intial impressions are that it's going to be awesome. i thought about all the shit that's gonna go down, and all the fun adventures we'll have, and it kept me up for another hour or so. i also realized that july is almost over.....damn the summer is going by fast.

maybe i'm just more nostalgic than the average bear, but am i the only one who REALLY gets off on reading their old journals, or other people's old journals? i've gone over this before, but on a semi-regular basis i read my old afrodiaries or livejournals from the past 3 years or so, and it typically makes me very happy. give me your feedback, nobody has commented on my last couple journals =o(

things i like

mst3k
pop
salsa

things i don't like

nightmares
sweating
bam margera

adios.