Woke up on the bus this morning. I hate buses. Tennis started at nine at Kissel Park in Yakima. First match is some no-name guy from a team that I can't even remember now. Sad. He was followed by another poor soul from Pasco High School. Same cruel fate for this one as well.
Troy. Second place in State last year, as a freshman. Insane. I played him third round, quarter finals. One of the five best matches I've ever played in my entire life. I hit well, I hit hard, pushing four game points a set, of which I lost all but one. But since it was my third round match I'm returning on Monday to play more, semi-finals in consolation, if I win my first match I move on to regionals. At last.
I'm tired, very tired, and very depressed. But thats a different story entirely.
It's Tennis. I love it. Tennis begins with love.
"In tennis the addict moves about a hard rectangle and seeks to ambush a fuzzy ball with a modified snow-shoe." ~Elliot Chaze
-Jon
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Prelude to Districts
Team dinner last friday! 'Twas amazing. 20 Elite tennis players trying their hands at another game involving a net and a ball, and having the same success you would expect to see if you asked a squirrel to do a lunar landing. Evening started well... team dinner was great, no vegetarian food as normal. But on to the interesting stuff!
7:30: Left the team dinner heading home to clean out car and hit the drive-in.
8:05: Arrive at drive-in; que drinking mass amounts of Fanta, the orange kind.
8:10: Apparently I am a Jew.
8:15: Apparently Matt hates Jews.
8:30: Start watching drillbit taylor, not a bad movie, but kinda hard to hear cause my car battery died.
9:30ish: Finish my first two liter of Fanta, starting the second.
9:40: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
9:50: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:00: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:10: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:20: Left drive in because the movie was over, headed to some shell station to get chili dogs.
10:35: Shell station sucks ass, and theres some guy with gage's you could shoot hoops in is asking us what our drug of choice is... we respond with "pussy". Apparently he doesn't have any natural stuff on him. I piss again.
10:40: Walla Walla point park. Playing 'lava monster', some dumb game that Rachel apparently played when she was younger. It sucks now that were tall though. Finish second two liter of Fanta. I'm hammered, yet I have yet to consume alcohol.
11:15: I'm standing butt naked five feet deep in the Columbia, no idea how I got there; Josh and Matt are naked with me. I blame the Fanta.
11:18: Return to land to find our clothes have been stolen and taken somewhere in the park.
11:25: Wandering around the park with the one sock they left me on my dick, rather akward, but necessary.
11:30: Found my clothes, putting them on as fast as humanly possible. Head over and lay on my back in the grass by the toys, staring at the stars, but not because theres an over cast, and were all bitching about it.
12:00: Some guys in heavy black suits with badges and really bright flashlights questions us as to what were doing in the park. We tell em just hanging out. Thank God I didn't have to use the breathalyzer, I'm having trouble standing up straight, I know I would have failed. Damn Fanta.
12:05: Leave the park and head downtown, the powers out so none of the lights are working and it looks like a ghost town. I drive fast like it's a ghost town.
12:10: Walgreens! Ice-cream in large tubs and a box of spoons later and I am on yet another sugar high, still pissing orange ever fifteen minutes as well.
12:30: Arrive back at the drive-in and eat some more ice cream. I read the Fanta bottles nutritional facts and try to calculate out how many 'moles' of sugar I've had tonight. Definetly too hyper to do complicated math in my head. My hands are shaking.
12:50: Dad shows up out of nowhere. I drive home IMMEDIATELY... after having some more ice-cream...
12:50-3:00: Random bullshit at home.
3:00ish: I fall asleep.
4:45: I wake up and leave for the district tournament, thats how bad I am at planning my future. Thank God for Fanta.
"The sooner you fall behind, the more time you have to catch up"
-Jon
7:30: Left the team dinner heading home to clean out car and hit the drive-in.
8:05: Arrive at drive-in; que drinking mass amounts of Fanta, the orange kind.
8:10: Apparently I am a Jew.
8:15: Apparently Matt hates Jews.
8:30: Start watching drillbit taylor, not a bad movie, but kinda hard to hear cause my car battery died.
9:30ish: Finish my first two liter of Fanta, starting the second.
9:40: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
9:50: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:00: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:10: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:20: Left drive in because the movie was over, headed to some shell station to get chili dogs.
10:35: Shell station sucks ass, and theres some guy with gage's you could shoot hoops in is asking us what our drug of choice is... we respond with "pussy". Apparently he doesn't have any natural stuff on him. I piss again.
10:40: Walla Walla point park. Playing 'lava monster', some dumb game that Rachel apparently played when she was younger. It sucks now that were tall though. Finish second two liter of Fanta. I'm hammered, yet I have yet to consume alcohol.
11:15: I'm standing butt naked five feet deep in the Columbia, no idea how I got there; Josh and Matt are naked with me. I blame the Fanta.
11:18: Return to land to find our clothes have been stolen and taken somewhere in the park.
11:25: Wandering around the park with the one sock they left me on my dick, rather akward, but necessary.
11:30: Found my clothes, putting them on as fast as humanly possible. Head over and lay on my back in the grass by the toys, staring at the stars, but not because theres an over cast, and were all bitching about it.
12:00: Some guys in heavy black suits with badges and really bright flashlights questions us as to what were doing in the park. We tell em just hanging out. Thank God I didn't have to use the breathalyzer, I'm having trouble standing up straight, I know I would have failed. Damn Fanta.
12:05: Leave the park and head downtown, the powers out so none of the lights are working and it looks like a ghost town. I drive fast like it's a ghost town.
12:10: Walgreens! Ice-cream in large tubs and a box of spoons later and I am on yet another sugar high, still pissing orange ever fifteen minutes as well.
12:30: Arrive back at the drive-in and eat some more ice cream. I read the Fanta bottles nutritional facts and try to calculate out how many 'moles' of sugar I've had tonight. Definetly too hyper to do complicated math in my head. My hands are shaking.
12:50: Dad shows up out of nowhere. I drive home IMMEDIATELY... after having some more ice-cream...
12:50-3:00: Random bullshit at home.
3:00ish: I fall asleep.
4:45: I wake up and leave for the district tournament, thats how bad I am at planning my future. Thank God for Fanta.
"The sooner you fall behind, the more time you have to catch up"
-Jon
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Verisimilitude
Well I guess the new blog begins today. Seeing I'm currently writing it. Ahhh... where to begin? I guess I'll start with the title, that long word starting with 'V': Verisimilitude
Hmmm...
How many 'I's are in that?
Is it edible?
Anyone have a dictionary?
I'm sure all these questions are running through your mind right now, which is good, if I didn't want to make you think I wouldn't be writing a blog. So, here's your answer:
Verisimilitude: something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth.
This in no way means I'm going to be posting lies, but merely that in many of the more private issues I post you may not get the entire story, or possible psuedonym's for participants for their privacies sake. I prefer to use the word verisimilitude as my way of saying "as close to the truth as possible."
Today is a Thursday. Woke up rather early today... 7:55. A quick shower and a new land speed records landed me in Drafting at about 8:05. My house won't fit on the damn sheet of paper so I'm using two "D" size papers for it. Yes, I have a house with double D's. Drafting is one of those classes where you only accomplish anything when everyone runs out of sex jokes, which never happens. At long last the torture that is the first class of my day ended at 9:15 and I left for the college... and I thought highschool students were immature. US History III. This class is quite possible the best and worst I have ever taken, depending on the day. Mrs Thur is the epitomy of the term 'mood swings'. Some days I can't help but piss my pants laughing at her humor, other days I piss my pants cowering in fear; I piss my pants frequently in this class. I sit in the back row to avoid flying objects such as shoes, books, students, etc...
Now to the fun part of the day: work.
I'm not being sarcastic either. I'm a phone tech for LocalTel Communications. Best job... EVER. All sorts of 'interesting' people call in with all sorts of 'interesting questions', if by "interesting" I meant stupid. I sit in a basement for a couple hours taking phone calls with some of the brightest computer minds in Wenatchee. Yet at the same time all of these "NOC Nerds", as we've come to be called, manage to be rather cool.
After work is tennis, the highlight of my life. I breathe, live and love tennis. Playing for Wenatchee High School at the current time. Got the district tournament coming up this weekend. God I'm nervous. But my draw looks good and I do have a shot at going to regionals this year for singles. Which is a lot better then last year.
I hope tomorrow to have less of the daily monogamy and more of the random events that seem to occur much to frequently in my life. I guess I'll leave you with this:
"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances."
-Thomas Jefferson
-Jon
Hmmm...
How many 'I's are in that?
Is it edible?
Anyone have a dictionary?
I'm sure all these questions are running through your mind right now, which is good, if I didn't want to make you think I wouldn't be writing a blog. So, here's your answer:
Verisimilitude: something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth.
This in no way means I'm going to be posting lies, but merely that in many of the more private issues I post you may not get the entire story, or possible psuedonym's for participants for their privacies sake. I prefer to use the word verisimilitude as my way of saying "as close to the truth as possible."
Today is a Thursday. Woke up rather early today... 7:55. A quick shower and a new land speed records landed me in Drafting at about 8:05. My house won't fit on the damn sheet of paper so I'm using two "D" size papers for it. Yes, I have a house with double D's. Drafting is one of those classes where you only accomplish anything when everyone runs out of sex jokes, which never happens. At long last the torture that is the first class of my day ended at 9:15 and I left for the college... and I thought highschool students were immature. US History III. This class is quite possible the best and worst I have ever taken, depending on the day. Mrs Thur is the epitomy of the term 'mood swings'. Some days I can't help but piss my pants laughing at her humor, other days I piss my pants cowering in fear; I piss my pants frequently in this class. I sit in the back row to avoid flying objects such as shoes, books, students, etc...
Now to the fun part of the day: work.
I'm not being sarcastic either. I'm a phone tech for LocalTel Communications. Best job... EVER. All sorts of 'interesting' people call in with all sorts of 'interesting questions', if by "interesting" I meant stupid. I sit in a basement for a couple hours taking phone calls with some of the brightest computer minds in Wenatchee. Yet at the same time all of these "NOC Nerds", as we've come to be called, manage to be rather cool.
After work is tennis, the highlight of my life. I breathe, live and love tennis. Playing for Wenatchee High School at the current time. Got the district tournament coming up this weekend. God I'm nervous. But my draw looks good and I do have a shot at going to regionals this year for singles. Which is a lot better then last year.
I hope tomorrow to have less of the daily monogamy and more of the random events that seem to occur much to frequently in my life. I guess I'll leave you with this:
"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances."
-Thomas Jefferson
-Jon
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