(EST. 2009) I see life in an abstract, slanted way. This blog was made to try and display that point of view to the people who don't know me, or those who know me more than I know myself. The blog title came from a combo of "This is What I Call Her" By Lil'Wayne, the constant smell of reefer on some of my close friends, and of course my last name [don't forget the "E"]. I'm high off of life, this blog is my blunt and I'm passing it too you. Inhale until you feel you've had too much GREENE.

3.25.2009

HUNGER X WEDNESDAY

I separated this blog into two parts.

PART I


Too many times I have a second guessed myself when it comes to tennis.


If you don't know, tennis is my number one sport and I'm about to play D1 tennis next year.

Over the years I have developed a unique skill that separates me from the average 'nigga'. I come from West Oaklane [NW Philly] where there is hardly a tennis player... SCRATCH DAT, hardly a racket. I've kept playing even when I've hated it; thought basketball was my sport; and even when ignorant people use to mess with me about it growing up. Too make a long story short, I've stuck with it when most of the black players I grew up with stopped or quit.

fast forward >>> '09.

Latey I've been losing matches that I am not suppose to. I've developed a bad habit over the past few years that goes: play well during practice, but horrible in matches. Everyone says tennis is 90% mental, and you can quote the hell out of me when I say that that is 100% true. I go from winning a match at an international tournament on an island in the carribean, to losing a match in a local tournament to a new, less skilled player. It's been fraustrating as hell, and has took a toll on my confidence this past year, but today I realized that beating myself up about it isn't doing anything. SO, instead of contemplating early retirement from tournaments&training. I'm going to keep picking these rackets up until I'm so mentally tough that you can put a glock to my head and I'll still bang a serve past my opponent. If you asked me to summarize this random post on thablog in one figurative phrase, it would go:

Bang bang, I'm hungry again.



PART II

Now that that's off my chest... my day was pretty smooth [like somebody's Pop in a velour sweatsuit with the matching bucket hat... pretty damn smooth] . Woke up after getting about 10 hours of sleep for the first time in a while. Classes proceeded as usual, then school was over. I had to work out with a coach in Plymouth meeting but had time to spare, so I headed downtown. Downtown I spent too much money for no reason. I think I have a problem with buying shit I don't need, but 'ey... I havn't brought sneaks since January and this windbreaker I found on sale is pretty tough...[haha]. But seriously, I need to stop because toomuch_GREENE is just the name of my blog. But all in all, today was smooooth.

Also, in support of their new blog life, add/follow my homie Kalia's blog, she's a baller... so it should popsomethingserious [if you don't understand that lingo, don't worry about it]:
[http://teacupsnkisses.blogspot.com/?zx=fae1f7e95391ca5]

Before I go, I'm going to leave you with some majorness via .jpg/video:



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3 comments:

  1. my first impression of u with sports was basketball!!and no not because your black!! haha.. matter fact yeah!!.. but hear me out tho! u looked like the type that run ball tho!
    but once i found out u played tenis i was suprised!! i remember last summer u had a CUSTOM MADE TENIS RACKET!! you had ya own grip on it and everything!! i aint never seen u play like that but i know u prolly getting them lames outta here and shit!

    that Pharell video was funny! them girls acted like they aint never see pharell before!!! lol aw man these ho's dont love us G!

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  2. yo kenny the air yeezys are so sexy

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