Why I Hate Tennis

Because I have to play against people who lob the ball.

Just hit it.

Ok?

The End.

back to me.

If you know me, you are aware that my 4 years spent at Camp OWU were fan-friggen-tastic.

Amazing friends, easy classes, & some tennis thrown in here or there.

Weekends were always booked, glasses over flowing, & so much laughter.

bex & the camel back o' franzia. you like my ga tech trucker hat right?

I may have had a string of horrible roommates (it's never my fault right?) & boyfriends that came in and out of my life, but I always had ksdix.  Best roomie ever.  We shared many happy moments, but also some very sad ones as well. She graduated the year before me, but still would manage to come back and play.

Sitting on Golden Tee @ the Backstrech. Who let me do that to my eyebrows?

Then I graduated.

The real world hits. You have to get a job. You have to make money. You have to get a life.  

You move away from camp & lose touch. With the friends, the parties, & move on to your new reality.

I lost touch with ksdix. And I hated that.

But because I'm a Facebook stalker, we have reconnected & I'm so happy.

Because even thought we have missed about 5 years of each other's lives, we are right where we left off.  We aren't in the dorm room aol instant messaging from computers right next to one another, but it sure feels that way. She gets me. She's been through so much & is so strong. She inspires me & gives me hope.

Yes, sappy, blah blah blah. But it's true.  These last few months were hell. I felt no one could possibly understand what I was feeling, but she did & I'm starting to feel whole again. Thanks to ksdix.

Oh wait, that's ksdixcunningham. No that's too long. I'll stay with ksdix.