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I went bowling today, first time in well over a month. I had purchased a new ball after league ended this spring, a hooking ball (most people don’t know that those bowlers that make the ball curve use a ball designed to curve), and so far the practice I had done was very promising. Well today didn’t disappoint. I started slow, the first game was just practice, I didn’t even know what I scored until I looked later (118). The second game I started trying, and got a 164, not bad since my average last season was 143. Third game I got 4 strikes in a row, rare for me, and if I wouldn’t have choked in the last frame, could have broken 200, but instead got a 199, easily in my top 5 of all time. By the forth game I was in the zone. I got a spare in the first frame, but in the second and third I got strikes. In the forth frame I got a 9 and then missed the damn spare. Nothing special so far. In the fifth frame I got a strike, and continued the rest of the game, 8 strikes in a row! Can’t say I’ve ever done that before. I ended up with a 257! Even though it’s by far my best game ever (previous best was 235 last summer) I couldn’t help but wish I could have just picked up that one spare, which by my math would have given me a 278. One lousy pin away from a 278. Anyway, I am grateful I was able to get the 257, pretty amazing for me. The next game I got a 150, and finally a 152 the last game. So, all in all, every game (except the first practice game) was over my average, and of course two of them were spectacular by my standards. So it was a great day!
Tags: Bowling, Personal Interest
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You believe you are real.
I think you just steal.
Ruining my patience
and my time has run out.
I’m ending this now
by walking out on you.
Blessed art thou with your perfectionistic blues.
You torture me with your eyes
both telling me to stay and run away.
I won’t look at you anymore
’cause I only feel ruin. -
I’m not bitter
but i do remember
that night you met me
forgotten times and destiny.Our love spells we gave
to the world and
how I felt about you.And those tireless nights
when we’d walk in the city lights…
We felt protected by their glow
as though they fit like a halo. -
when the flame stares back at you
how long does it take
for your mind to race
from the time you had your first kiss
to the time you first made love?
it’s without bitterness and deceit,
without marked boundaries,
a place for your dreams to freeflow.
then you think of his face,
his laugh, his lips,
what brought you there
to feel the breeze at night…
to reminisce about that kiss.
that one kiss so long ago,
but hardly forgotten.
take a breath and receive,
receive that feeling inside,
a strong, stirring feeling,
like when you eat a cherry,
but it’s not the pit you feel
inside your stomach…
it’s the cherry itself,
the sweetness,
the temptation for another.
