It's Sunday.

I watched the french open on tv this morning.

I love how I'm not into sports all that much,

and yet I'm always talking about them,

or playing them.

hypocritical, is what I am.

My mom and I were talking about tennis,

and players and such, while I watched

and she did the dishes.

My mom's favorites are/were jimmy connors

and andre agassi.

she'd tap that any day.

and I found out bjorn borg was/is my dad's favorite.

They're all so cute, those tennis stars.

my mom used to dream of being a professional one when she got older.

I mean,

my parents met playing tennis.

It's just their sport, I guess.

anyways,

I promised a picture of that kitten from that irish newspaper.

here you are:

so great.

so cute.

I said I have goals for summer.

And I do, really.

I had them written down all nice and neat,

and like everything else,

I lost it.

From what I can remember,

they consisted of:

1. drawing, drawing, drawing.

2. reading, reading, reading. preferably, all the books I got at christmas, that I still haven't gotten around to reading.

3. ride my bike. daily? weekly?

4. adventure with mia.

5. hang out with brianna.

6. chill with kara.

7. play, and beat, all the games in the legend of zelda series. srsly.

8. make something to remind myself to play, keep motivated. an aim screenname? baha.

9. buy shoes.

10. buy CDs. stray from downloading.

11. buy a real camera for photography. something sony, something nikon.

12. buy a real video camera, for recording. see above.

13. come up with some money.

I suppose that's all for now.

when I remember more, come up with more,

I'll update.

holla BACK.