Admerylous

So I’ve gone into the clinic twice in the past two days and met most of the people I will be working with. The cheif of staff has ridiculous coke bottle glasses and seems to be pretty strict… bummer.

I played hockey last night and had a lot of fun. My skates are all sorts of fucked up and now I am in an internal battle of trying to decide if I can afford to buy a new pair. I probably shouldn’t.

I’ve been trying to catch up on my 2009 albums that I had to put on the backburner while down in Grenada. I am in love with the new Tortoise, Circulatory System and Grey Ghost album.

Had a dream last night that made me feel crummy.

I need a new chair.

My back hurts.

Waaaah.

Can’t have what I want.

Feels like I’m just wasting time.

Why am I not happy?

Just as I finish up my finals the Capitals decide they’re not getting any closer to go to the finals.

Oh well.

I ran out of soap so I grabbed the handsoap from the bathroom.

I smell like “Luscious Nectar” now.

Most of you who know me would probably know that I am far from a superstitious person.

For some reason hockey is entirely exempt from this. And, in hockey culture, this is totally okay.

I haven’t shaved since hours before the Capitals first playoff game this season. I can not until they win the Stanley Cup or are eliminated from the playoffs. Or until a cute girl tells me I have to if it’ll woo them.

As for my personal superstitions when playing, I’ve got a couple.

If we win a game, I must lace up and take that skate off first for every game after until a loss. Then, I switch skates. Any time there is a loss I switch skate order. As long as we win, I maintain the same pattern.

If I score a goal in a game, I do not remove the tape from my blade. If I go more than two games without a goal, I have to change the color of my tape (from black to white or vice versa).

And I can’t wait to get back to doing those things in a couple of weeks when I return to America.