Tennis and Small Dogs!

I have to say that the above-mentioned sport (tennis, not small dogs; though I don't see where the hell you'd get the idea that small dogs is a sport) is one of the things that bugs me most. It's strange, because I have pretty good hand-eye coordination while drawing, or painting; but when it comes to tennis I just can't seem to connect ball with racquet!!! I can laugh it off for the first fifteen minutes or so, but when I start whacking myself in the face (and I mean literally) with the racquet, I begin to get furious at myself and need to quit. I've tried practicing, it just doesn't seem to work. poopy.
My mom's really good at tennis and all tennis-like sports (i.e., ping pong), and she's always trying to give me advice about playing. I know she means well, but her most common piece of advice is: "Keep your eye on the ball." Well, for Godsake, I DO! I watch the ball, but when I try to hit it, my depth perception just goes away and I end up swinging the racquet at something entirely different; like my sister, or a small dog. (Another wierd fact about me: whenever I'm really, really sleepy, I laugh at any reference to small dogs.) I just hope that my mom will give up trying to teach me tennis before I severly injure her (by accident of course).
So today was all right. The morning was great; I went to the zoo and saw tree kangaroos and other long-leggedy-beasties. I got to go in an exhibit where (for a mere $1) they give you a stick of birdseed and put you in a room full of birds. These are not just any birds; these are birds who can't ever get enough food. I suppose that could be the reason that one of them pooped on me. I had never been pooped on before by an animal (not like I've ever been pooped on by a human), and it is reducing my burning desire to live in Venice. Though the exhibit itself is a fun experience, when you think about it, what they're really doing is having YOU pay THEM to feed THEIR animals. :)

On a different topic, I'm dead meat right now because I haven't picked out an audition piece for my next audition thing. And I REALLY want to get into this show; it's The Crucible. I saw my acting-coach-like-person as John Proctor in a recent production of The Crucible, and he was so good. EVERYBODY was soooo good. Even though the play is really intense and sort of depressing, I love it all the same. In fact, if you're reading this, why the hell aren't you reading The Crucible? Jolly good literature.

TFATF (which, for all you new readers, is short for "thanks for all the fishsticks"; if you don't get it, read the book of a similar title)!!!!
-Ahaneen