Sunday Funday. Samantha what are you thinking?

I feel tired and sore. I should have made Yonni put the Pain-A-Trait on my shoulder while he was still here. Gah what was I thinking? I have the worst actually-use-my-resources-when-Iave-them-at-the-time skills sometimes. Of course now that he's gone I'm actually starting to notice the pain in THE SHOULDER. I'm not a big fan of people rubbing IcyHot into me because they always have a weird touch and it is usually more painful than it should be, but THE SHOULDER is in the spot that I can never quite reach and have effective fingers on it. Yonni's giant man-palm would have been perfect for the task. Of course I suck at actually getting people to hit THE SHOULDER just right anyways so it probably would have been a total waste and he would have spent the rest of his night with a wintergreen smelling palm.

THE SHOULDER hurts because of my awesome ice hockey game today against Villanova. It was great; we had a better turnout than the women's basketball team, which is funny because this was our first game ever. We lost of course, but we did score a goal and we didn't loose by ten like we did at Navy. Missed that game so I don't really have anything to compare the team's playing too, but they did great. HUGE improvement since we started together in the fall. Guy being there last practice really helped us out. His drills really made a lot of the girls realize what hockey is about: skating.We might have another game and we're definitely going to be in the league so next year I'm going to have to invite some of my friends to the games. T said he invited Dr. A. so next time he has to come. Miss that guy. And Ginger Dan totally let T down, but hey she gets out of McGroddy now if she wants.

Other News of the Night: I finally finished The Dark Knight. I know, it only took me a week. I watched it with Yonni who kept saying all of the lines before they happened and I wanted to smack him, but then I just got used to it and it started being really funny by the end. ALSO Samantha supposedly got a tattoo. I'm not entirely sure that it's real just yet or if she's lying to my mom to freak her out, but all signs so far point to real. Seriously Samantha? You won't have sex, but you'll get a tattoo? Personally I'd go with the sex. If you're safe it's way less permanent and you can hold it over your mother forever. So much fun in a Catholic guilt sort of way. Plus you get to see a whole other side of Aunt Val. I toyed with the idea of getting one once either a physics joke about Newton's apple with e=mc^2 (it's the world) or my husband's name on the inside of my thing up near you know where. Kind of trashy and way too permanent. I think I'd rather spend the money on a boat someday and just have sex with my husband in the sun on it somewhere really really warm. 

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!