I'm a freakin' ninja

I went to Jolee's intermediate Breakin' class today. He had been telling me not to worry so much about it being labeled "intermediate." I took a chance. He was right. Aside from one guy who could do windmills, I was the most talented student there! The chick to my left was young with long, brown hair that she at times was bold enough to leave untied. She had a little sister that was barely out of her toddler phase that was adorably failing, but not necessarily epic-failing, at every move.

Anyway, I made a breakthrough today when trying windmills. Being right-handed, the left arm remains vertical to the floor while the right remains horizontal to sort of pull, and together they should be a little higher from the gut, whereas throughout all these years I've been trying to maintain the elbow into my gut.

Jolee informed us that his class was getting cut and so we each gave him our contact info. I noticed that the chick to my left wrote down her sister's and her names as "Sidnee and Sunny" for the same contact info. Too bad I don't know which one's who. It's going to be weird screaming out loud, "Either Sidnee or Sunny" when I'm busting a #3 to the older sister.

In the parking lot at the mall, this blond chick who works as a hostess at Granville and whom I've busted a #3 to before walked by me and I could smell a trail of perfume. I got some more free samples at the Hickory Farms vendor space.

The cops actually weren't letting anyone into the Americana as it was overcrowded due to a tree-lighting ceremony. But I eventually found a way in by sneaking through emergency exits! I'm a freakin' ninja!