Bells, Bells, Bells

LOUD noises in my head.... imagination is out of control, and I'm freaking myself out. Wannabe Me just read (Is that bad grammar? Saying that "Me" just read?) The Thief of Always of Clive Barker. Note to Readers, NOT a book you wanna read in the dark, after 8, or anywhere possibly creepy. It's a great novel, totally recommending it, but..... well, maybe it's just me, but it kinda gave me this weird feeling. Like, uahhhh....... a sort of shiver? And I think that it would have been better without pictures. Letting my imagination tell me how Fish Lulu looked like, how the Quartet looked..... It just goes to show you that children need excitement in their lives. Anything can happen on a rainy day. Moving on. It's Friday, so we had Gym today. We did volleyball for the last month and a half, and now we're moving on to tennis. I'm slightly better at tennis. But, my family plays, so I gripped the handle the way my dad taught me, but the teacher threw them all too low for me to reach in that position without moving back. And fear sort of rooted me to the spot. So I missed the first three. I'd just like to say, that the teacher didn't even show us anything. She said, "Hold the racket with your hand. When the ball comes, swing the racket from behind you on an arc to the front, with both feet planted next to each other, but apart." I know it sounds helpful, but this all happened in less then a minute. Then I got angry, just randomly held the racket, and just hit the dang ball. It worked. Well, I enjoy short posts so, happy days, Wannabe Me, signing off.