Its intermission now for Return of the King and my dad is making us watch the finals, Serana Williams vs. Venus Williams. I don't know why. I mean, I know that he's kinda into tennis but me??!??!??!! I mean I like the game well enough but I'm not a huge fan.

Which if you think about it is kind of sad. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, well East Coast Park actually, I used to be a decent player. I could hold my own. I blame school. To much homework, to much stress from exams and to much time spent in school.

Hahaha...My dad's making fun of Maria Sharapova now. And so are the game's commenters. Something about how she can barely be remembered in this tournament. Which I know I spelt wrongly so everybody shut up.

Um...I don;t know why I spent those last couple of paragraphs on tennis. I should be talking about LOTR. But I shall not. Because I know I can go on and on and on and never shut up so I shall save you people from the torture.

Ok, I'm going to see if I can understand this thing. Even for 1/2 an hour.

Cheers!!!

Ride to Minas Tirith...