An even worse title than my fiction piece.

I have The Carpenter's Superstar stuck in my head, but not the version by The Carpenters. It's the one done by Sonic Youth, the one people know from Juno when Jason Bateman gets all creepy on Ellen Page.

I just found out my journalism class is cancelled for tomorrow morning, which is both a good and a bad thing. Good because that class is getting annoying and draining and I've definitely come to the realization that while I have learned a lot about internet publication and multimedia presentation, I do not want to be a journalist. Sorry Aunt Sylvia, but you'll have to find another relation to follow in your footsteps. It's bad though because it now means I have more time to procrastinate working on my fiction piece that's due for workshop. I have to have fourteen copies to hand out in class so my classmates can tear it apart on Monday. I got a good start done before I went to work today and I only need another hour or so working at a solid pace to get a decent draft done for class. I just need to suck it up and do it.

Today practice was fantastic despite Lauren and I refusing to get out of the car and Lauren texting me a million times to make sure I would come get her at 5am. Thank god she texts me for a solid half hour before I get her otherwise I would just roll over and go back to sleep. Today Guy came and did a whole practice on skating. Not very technically challenging for me because of my background, but I definitely got a solid workout in. My body is soooo sore right now from skating on my butt Russian circles, but now everyone knows I can do a Shoot the Duck on both feet and ended up being demonstrator for half the drills. Not terrible because Guy and I ended up having a great chat about skating and how hockey is 90% skating and that everyone should start out with the intensive training that figure skaters go through. Most of the girls think that I'm naturally good on the ice, but they don't realize that I've been drilled and tested on cross-overs and edges for years and that I actually competed in events just for skating around the rink on my inside and outside edges. I had to put a lot of work, discipline, and muscle training into being able to do just half a lap of power pulls. The girls don't have to come close to what I do, but they need to realize that it takes a lot more to get even just good blade control than what they're giving now.

Rawr I wish my body didn't hurt so bad. Maybe the soreness will keep me awake long enough to finish my story or maybe I will just fall asleep ad wake up like a broke pretzel. We shall see...

Fruit of the Awesome.

Oh my God Mom! You don't want to read this, it's about boy's underwear! Alright you can read it, but remember this me and not Samantha so make sure you call her and remember to have "the talk" with her. You know which one I mean, the one about not stealing boy's underwear because college boys do even less laundry than me if they can help it.

But yeah. I has to buy a bunch of white undershirts for and since no woman actually wears these past the age of eleven I had to rummage around the mens undergarments section at Target. SCORE FOR SIDNEY!! Ladies (and Jon) let me tell you something... these things are amazing and so comfortable. If I could have my way I would be living in these and nothing else. The only complaint I have is that the v-neck is cut very narrow, more like a slit than a V. Actually that's what I did yesterday after work. I paraded around the apartment in my white cotton shirt and the white hipsters that Victoria's Secret stopped making (sad) and nothing else. I ate some of the meatballs that I got from Aunt Val and watched the rest of The Dark Knight. And then I remembered that I had left my window in my bedroom ope so when I went to do my homework I had to bundle back up and just fell asleep. Oh so comfy. Anyways boys you're so lucky with your underwear. Even your boxer shorts are comfy comfy comfy. I used to buy boyfriends boxers that would mysteriously disappear from their dresser drawers. Not that I don't mind the pretty lacy articles that I keep for myself, it's just sometimes they can be uncomfortable and not so wonderful feeling like yours are. So thank you menswear.

I have to write a fiction piece for workshop on Friday. Pure fiction is not my forte when it comes to writing. When it came to flat out lying to my mother when I was eight, yes. Now, not so much. I have a few class segments that I can pull from, but actually getting a finished piece is going to take some work. I still have two days to come up with rough draft so we'll see where it ends up.

If I haven't told, I'm telling you now. Watch Mystery Team. Netflix has it for instant streaming and I can guarantee you won't be disappointed. It's a low budget comedy by a great up and coming young comedy troupe. Donald Glover from Community stars in it as a member of the children's crime solving Mystery Team that comes across a double homicide!