I thought I'd wake up this morning and I'll be sore all over.

Surprisingly, I'm not. M went to a birthday party yesterday and it was a bowling party. So, instead of just hanging around the alley, G suggested that we should bowl, too. So, we got a lane and bowled.

In my entire life, this would be my 2nd bowl. It was fun. G tried to teach me the form and everything but everytime I try and do it, I just mess it up. And so, I said, Look, I will never be a pro-bowler, so just let me be. Neways, I'm having fun. And, that's the point. Right? How did I do? I was OK, I think. I got a strike and a couple of spares.

I am not physically active. The most active thing that I do, is vacuuming. Even when I was younger, I didn't have a sport that I participated in. If billiards is considered a sport, then I have one.

This summer, though, I'm planning to sign me and M up for golf classes. That would be nice. G offered to teach me and I declined. Everytime he'd try to teach me something we end up fighting. I don't know maybe it's the way he teaches or it's just the way he is. He can be pretty annoying, sometimes. Or maybe, it's me. I don't know.