so, kapil keeps reminding me that i really do need to go out and hit some balls in order to get out of this funk we’ve both been in for the past couple weeks. as much as i grumbled and whined about needing to study, i knew he was right. so…i threw caution [and my ekg book] into the wind and ran off to break in my new racket on the ball machine. it wasn’t bad enough that the ball machine was acting wierd and the balls were old and dirty– but midway into my first round of balls– the strings on my new racquet broke. doh. so… i grabbed the other one and continued hitting quite poorly for another round of balls. sad and dejected, i gave up the struggle and went over to say hi to jayton, a tennis pro at the club.

seriously, he saved the day. after he gave a lesson to a little girl, he hit with me– and suddenly…magically… my shots started going in. i actually made contact with the ball– on the strings! and…i was winded in about 5 minutes. of course, this opportunity doesn’t come along every day, so i stuck it out for probably the equivalent of 2-3 baskets of balls. i think he’s my new hero.

i stopped by the crepe shack last night for some dinner and studying– about an hour into it, a few kids came in for crepes and sat down at the table next to me. well, they weren’t so much kids as 20-something mormon kids with simple minds and simple lives. still immature and a little bit slow, they rambled on about not wanting to go to USC for college because of the hot girls and the fear of being tempted by someone other than their wives [i didn’t know you needed a college degree to become a cop]. it reminded me of happy times in high school– well, minus the marriages and the morgages. it’s like they’re 10 years older than me and 10 years younger than me at the same time. wierd.

so…studying slowed down until they left– i ended up making flashcards because my train of thought kept getting interrupted by some inane comment. i miss wheatberry.