To think that I was worried that I would have nothing much to say. HA HA HA HA HA. I should have known better; that has never been my experience when it comes to essay-writing.
My accommodation is going to inconvenience me sometime over the next two weeks by carrying out maintenance works in my room. I emailed the manager to ask if the works can be carried out after 22 August when I'm done with the essays but he was all, "Nope sorry fuck off." I'm gonna have to clean up my room and I can't use my room, and I can't even shower for that night because the water supply is going to be turned off. Oh my god, how annoying.
I'm either going to stay in a hotel room, or I'm going to crash at Arnaud's. It's not like he'd mind anyway (far from it). I'm currently waiting for him to get off work - yes, on a Sunday - so that I can go over. It's almost 11 pm. The Tube isn't going to run all night. I had a really shitty start to the day after losing yet another tennis match to yet another person who isn't technically as good as me, and so I really wanted to see him, but I had to do my essay and he had to go to work - and it's dragged on till now.
I was in a horrendous mood after that match. During the warm-up, I thought, "Wow, if I don't beat this girl, I'm gonna hate myself." After I lost 6-3, 6-3, I definitely hated myself. The only part of her game that was better than mine was her netplay, which was definitely way better than mine. Her serve was about on par with mine, but I definitely have way better groundstrokes than her.
I don't know what it is that makes me lose to people that I really, really shouldn't lose to. When I'm in a match situation, I get tight without even realising that I'm getting tight - start making stupid errors that I don't usually make and my serve becomes even worse than usual. I know that the first thing that I need to fix is my netplay - fix the damn backhand volley and actually go to the ball to punch it instead of waiting for it to come to me like a fool. Also, I could have stretched for a volley but I don't know why I just stood there like an idiot and watched the ball sail past me. Oh, and it would be nice to have an overhead as well, so that floaty balls don't just fly over my head as I watch helplessly.
The thing is, playing with people without proper groundstrokes is a massive nightmare for me. I am the stereotypical baseline ball-basher: my game consists of hitting the ball as hard as I can from the baseline. I don't go to the net unless I hit an approach shot, which shores up the problem with playing technically unsound people: their shots drop way short, which force me to go forward, which takes me out of my comfort zone, forcing me to play at the net. If someone had kept the stats of my match today, my stats at the net would have been something like 1/384285485183478375812425. No joke. At least I won 1 point at the net, I guess.
So yeah, I couldn't play my game at all; and when I could, shit, I was so good. The ordinary intermediate-ish player cannot handle my backhand. No one should serve to my backhand, especially on the second serve, because my backhand loves bashing the shit out of those paceless balls.
Alas...I still lost. Imagine how crushed I was when the girl told me that she was out drinking the night before and only got home at 3 am. Not only did I lose, period, I lost to someone with a hangover.
There was definitely a few minutes this morning when I genuinely hated tennis. But it's obvious that it's not tennis that I hate - it's losing. I hate losing. I really, really, really hate losing.