- - Tuesday, December 30, 2003 WonderBlog's Ode to 2003: "That's Short Track" 2003 was, by far, the most amazing year I've ever had. And what's more amazing is I've never had an entire year be non-stop excitement. Sure, I have my good months. A week that totally rocked and you didn't want it to end. But a whole year? Whoa. So, the best way to ring in 2004 is a flashback on a year that was most definitely a Short Track year. *deep breath* Here we go... A World Cup of Firsts in Salt Lake City - Feb 2003 My first Short Track competition, and one that will always be close to my heart. This trip was the beginning of new friendships, new adventures, and a new appreciation for Apolo's sport. The crazy thing about the Utah trip was I almost wasn't able to go. I had never met Apolo before, never gone to any appearences, just content up until this time to enjoy him from afar. I remember talking with Lucinda almost everyday, getting more excited about the trip, and then the horrible news that she would be unable to make it to Utah. So at this point, with no roomie and the cost becoming overwhelming, I was starting to lose hope that I'd be flying to Salt Lake...and then I received an email. It was Joanna asking if I had a roomate, and if not, would I want to room with her. I nearly died right there. This, too, would be Joanna's first competition as well as first chance to meet Apolo, so the both of us buzzed with uncontrollable excitement, and it only got more intense when we finally met in the SLC airport. Snagging our first media passes to the event, it was unbelievible to be in the tunnel where the athletes would bustle back and forth, and having access to probably more than I should have had access to, *giggle* Those 5 days in Salt Lake were bitter cold, but I was literally on a high the whole trip. Too excited to eat, and too exhausted to care, Joanna and I would laugh and imagine what the week would bring on our 40 min. bus rides to Kearns, UT. Having the chance to go to the Olympic Anniversary Gala was mind blowing, and had damn near "cinderella" proportions for me. Olympic athletes everywhere, and faces of internet friends I had never met, it was more than my little heart could handle. Meeting wonderful people, understanding just a glimpse of the excitement of short track, and at last meeting the athlete I've admired since a year ago to that day. From the moment Apolo walked in the room, everything was in slow motion, and I couldn't get a grip on myself to safe my life. I'm usually pretty cool and calm in situations like this, but I realized after Kimo had called my name 4 times, that I couldn't whistle and pretend like Apolo wasn't there. He was as sweet as I had imagined he would be, but never had I been intimidated by someone so soft spoken, and with the kindest eyes I had ever seen. The Salt Lake City world cup was more than I could have asked for, and set the tone for 2003. Colorado Springs, here we come - March 2003 Notoriously known for his "no-time-for-you-to-plan-cuz-I'll-be-in-a-town-near-you-TOMORROW" appearence schedules, Apolo's Colorado Springs signing took everyone by surprise. Now Colorado, to Cali peeps, is one of those So close, yet so far away states, but I knew that I had to try every scheme to make it to this signing. Just floating down from the high of my first World Cup not barely a month earlier, I wanted to make this my first "Apolo Appearence" and Molly could - like The Rock - smell what I was cooking....up. The flight to the Springs was warning to what will happen if the both of us ever thought of sitting together on a plane in the future. Giggling like 8th graders waiting to see their crush in the gym after school, we touched down to CS wondering what Apolo would say upon first glance at us freak shows in all our glory. Well, we never got to hear his first reaction because we had him laughing as soon as we walked up to him in the swanky Washington Mutual. Molly poked fun at Apolo's dancing skills extraordinare on the Hollywood Squares taping, while I simultaniously imitated the dancing skills extraordinare. He threw his head back with a burst of laughter, and I could have swore he was even turning a bit red. To this day, I don't know if his laughter was that of embarrassment/friendliness or amazment/fear. Apolo was SO laid back, friendly, and made us feel like old friends down for a visit. I was snapping shots of fans with Apolo and it was so great to see people come in that had never met him before. It was a very familiar look of giddy anxiousness, which prompted me to do everything I could to help their "Ohno Experience" be the best. Whether that meant taking their picture with the Golden One or reassuring them that it was possible to make it past the words "Hi Apolo, my name is..." without passing out. It was great to see familiar faces like Kaori, as well as Corin and Torrie chatting with Apolo, snapping photos. We were tripping out (and apparently so was the entire WaMu staff) that we were the only fans from as far as California. When it was time to leave, we didn't expect to chat a bit more with Apolo outside the bank, and never expected the huge hugs we received from him upon our announcement to depart. I had to completely scrape my tongue off the floor from shock, and molly & I exchanged looks of...well...that's a whole 'nother post. Colorado is so beautiful, I didn't want to leave. To say the least, conversation on the plane ride home was riddled with questions of the next time we'd see Apolo again. Did someone say the word Speed? - April 2003 Yet again trekking through an airport, LAX never looked so good, mainly because I knew that my friends Lupe & Molly would be waiting for me as I made my way to baggage claim. They were there all right. Freaks of nature is what I've befriended on my hobbit-esque short track journey. They were both standing at the base of the claim entrance, holding a sign. I laughed so hard, then I smacked them both for even trying to poison my mind with such crazy thoughts. *wink* I must say, this trip to Los Angeles to attend the US Speedskating Hall of Fame Banquet was an act of love. It HAD to be. And of course, any excuse for us nutty short track enthusiasts to meet up we'll take it, even if it means boggling the minds of the skaters/coaches who gave us props for just sitting through the event. It was quite fun, actually, meeting more Olympic greats like Casey Fitzrandolph, Bonnie Blair, Dan Jansen, and the lovely & always tall as hell...Joey Cheek. It was also nice to finally met Kelly, the one that has so courageously stood by Stephen Gough's side. You awesome little short track fan, you. Since the banquet was only a one nighter, and us ST herds are accustomed to seeing each other for at least 3 days at a time, Lupe, Molly, and I decided after supporting the happiest sport on earth, we'd make a run to the happiest place on earth, Disneyland. We had a blast, and at the end of the day - with Apolo still fresh on the brain - we used the giant CALIFORNIA letters that are out front of the park to our evil advantage. And certainly photoshop had a say in it, as well. On to San Fran to get our Luau on - June 2003 Kristi Yamaguchi's Passage to Paradise fundraiser was another trip that seemed "So close, yet so far". So close because this would be the first time Apolo was in Northern California, and San Francisco is only a tad over an hour from my house. Yet so far because I damn near had to sell my right kidney on the black market to get a ticket to go. I would have never forgiven myself if Apolo was a mere hour from me, and I didn't make an attempt. So, Lupe drove to my house from Central Cali, we picked up Molly from the Sacramento International Airport, and I drove us to San Fran as I recovered from my now missing kidney. We stayed at the Nikko Hotel, off the chain in everyway imaginable. We had so much fun getting to San Fran, and finally checking into the hotel with it's bad ass marble counters and velour seating areas. We knew Apolo would be arriving in a few hours, and the anticipation nearly ended my sad little Ohno-chasin' life. What seemed like years later, Apolo enters the lobby with Yuki in toe. Looking quite ghetto-fabulous in his seattle mariners cap, workout shorts to the knee, nike shoes barely laced, he struts up to the counter to check in...while we check out...his amazing...eh, cap. Yeah. The dinner was another "way-too-much-excitement" overload, with a whole string of figure skating greats that I would have given my right kidney to see in person. Oh wait. I did. nevermind. Apolo, again, blew our expectations out of the water. After the main parts of the event had finished, Apolo & Yuki made their way over to our now imfamous table 12, and there they stayed for the rest of the night. You would have thought it was an event for Apolo himself with all the people that wanted his autograph or a picture with him. Ladies formed lines that wrapped from table to table. At one point, I was standing in the main flow of traffic and was asked by a woman, "I'm sorry, are you in line to see Apolo?" That made me giggle. We took group shots, individual shots, no body shots, unfortunately. But Apolo cracked me up with a bit of his humor showing through as he asked me where to take our picture. "Over by the tiki god" I said. We walked over, and while waiting for someone to grab my camera, Apolo was jokingly attempting to pull out a tooth of the tiki. The little face he made was priceless. And with plenty of hugs, thank you's, and appreciative smiles, he made the night priceless. Marquette, aka WhereTheHellAreWe, USA - Oct 2003 My second world cup experience, and one I had been antsy about for months. Marquette's world cup was slated to be the best yet, with it's VIP packages and events tailored with the fans in mind. It was truly the greatest trip, and it even snowed while we were there. My first time in Michigan was an easy one, being well prepared from what I learned back in February. The circle of friends was 2 times the size of Salt Lake, traveling in a mini-van and always getting tables for 12. It was awesome. The short track was hot, the weather was cold, and the antics were crazier than ever. Finally having purchased a laptop, I came ready to report the races - just like I had wished for in Salt Lake - and early mornings getting to the rink first thing was great. The VIP seating brought us so close to the ice that any closer and we'd have to suit up & slap on some blades. We just had fun with this competition, cutting up in the stands, laughing at all the new ways we've come to appreciate The Skinsuit, and praying for someone, ANYONE from China to frickin' win a race so they would lose the drums. I don't think I've ever smiled or laughed so much, ever, than I did on the 5 day Marquette trip. The long nights in our hotel rooms, sipping cosmos, playing Uno, and watching Will Ferrell. Hauling our happy asses to the Super Wal*Mart of Marquette and purchasing everything needed to play arts and crafts, which turned into signs we'd wave loud and proud at the race the following day. I would wake up every morning and just sit at the edge of the bed in amazment. I couldn't believe I was here, clear over in Michigan, re-living Salt Lake City. Now used to the sight of Apolo's magic on ice, I thought I would be over the initial jitters when he comes into the room. No frickin' such luck. The Awards Banquet was slowly filling up, and of course, Apolo was to make his fashionably late entrance. He came in, and it wasn't quite as paralyzing as SLC, but he never fails to take my breath away. Never thinking you could have the time of your life twice in one year, I was proved wrong. Although the trip home was long, replaying the trip over in my head brought endless smiles to my face.

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- - Saturday, December 27, 2003 Christmas Eve 2003 With everything in this world that changes, all the ups and downs, uncertainties, my heart tells me that christmas eve will always bring familiar faces and silly traditions that probably only we could understand. As a child, your mind & imagination is so infinite. You believe that the people you love will forever be near you, and it becomes your truth. Our family opens gifts on the 24th. My second christmas eve without one of the major pieces of the Shirshac family puzzle, and life still goes on. New traditions begin like a meloncholy dance - the same large white pillar candle with the maroon ribbon is lit in my grandmother's memory. We, I can't start Christmas without it being lit. Now don't stop reading, this entry is not meant to be despairing. I spent this happy night with my parents, my younger sister, my aunt Annie, and my grandfather. Each time I look at our christmas tree, with it's bulbs that have been made, broken/glued/then fixed, bought, and passed down from as far back as the ornaments that hung from my grandfather's tree. Years of history, of laughs, and triumph through hard times...a family album that just happens to smell like pine. I don't think about presents the way I used to. Because my grandmother was like a second mother to me, my christmas' make me wonder, with a year gone by, would I have made her proud of me. So much has happened this year, so much I would have given anything to share with her. I laugh to think of how hard I tried to please her, to make her proud, and she'd always remind me, "April, I'm proud of the person you've become, and whatever women you grow to be in the future." I realize I didn't have to try so hard, gran. The presents this year were exciting, but being with my family was all I could have asked for. Here's some snapshots:

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- - Tuesday, December 23, 2003 Rushed Holiday Update DUDE. I've never been so busy in my entire natural life. Just a few quick updates/shoutouts... [+] MERRY CHRISTMAS to all my short track girls that I miss so much, you know who you be. [+] Thank you, Joanna, for the beautiful Christmas card. Whatcho doin' trying to make me cry during the holidays? Your card will be coming to you, late of course, since I'm so notoriously...well...late. [+] I survived my church christmas play, and my solo actually made its way out of my mouth. Yes, that's correct, Ape was held at candy cane-point to sing, but it was all worth it to make everyone smile. [+] Saw LOTR: Return of the King today and almost stood up to give the large century theater big screen a standing ovation. What a freakin' off the hook movie. Blew the first two out the water. [+] I'm never last-minute christmas shopping ever again. And that goes double when you're spending money you don't have. I've been to about 30 stores, and I've been bit twice, shoved a few thousand times, almost had my right shoulder taken clean off, and still haven't regained full vision in my right eye. And that was just getting out of the parking lots, people. All I want for christmas is a new job. [+] It's my 2nd christmas without one of the most important women in my life, my grandmother. She passed away November 26, 2001, and it's been hitting me in waves this month. Everything about the holidays reminds me of her, but keeping busy has kept my mind off the pain, for now. [+] Lastly, Molla & Beats, hoping you guys are doing ok. Thinkin' about you this holiday. I'm going to rest tomorrow, enjoy a traditional baking day with family and friends, and do my best to block out the "christmas noise" and cherish the people that make christmas special.

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- - Wednesday, December 17, 2003 Will Ferrell = Pure Genius I just came back from watching Elf with a bunch of friends. I know, I'm late on the movie scene, but I've been so busy lately, this is the first movie I've seen in a while. I usually don't ask people too often "how did you like that movie?", because I've since realized my twisted sense of humor almost never parallels that of the normal movie-going public. I HEART this movie, and am so getting the DVD when it comes out. It didn't help that during the movie, I kept being reminded of all of us girls doing the Will Ferrell jokes in Marquette, and the more I saw Will, the more I heard "I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS" in my head, the harder I giggled. I'm a HUGE Will Ferrell fan, so I was bound and determined to watch this purely because I love his work. And even though I heard some people say the movie was retarded and not worth my trip, I'm glad I spent that 9 bucks. This movie, in certain parts, almost made me fall out of my chair with laughter. I really, really need to see this movie with Molly because I know we'd be rollin'...and it's more fun when you get to see your friends cry with laughter. My friends that went with me thought it was funny, but not as much as I did which is usually the case. Will Ferrell's dry humor just hits my funny bone like crazy, and the fact that the movie is so cheesy makes it even more hilarious. And the best part is that he's so loveably stupid in this movie, you're sighing "Aww!" in between busting a serious gut. I want to watch it again so bad, but I don't think that my cheekbones can take the strain. Bottom line, if you love Will, you won't be disappointed. It's been a stressful week at work, this was just what I needed.

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- - Monday, December 15, 2003 Have you seen the movie Multiplicity? Yeah, I wish. It's the pressure cooker known as the Holiday Season. I'm trying to take it all in stride, and hopefully before it's too late realize that no where is the christmas spirit riddled in the midst of a mad pushing match to the check out counter of JC Penny's. I swear I almost lost an eye going into Bath & Body Works the other day. I'm slowly learning the holiday "30 second rule". You have approx. 30 seconds to decide what you want, grab it with haste, and haul ass to the check out counter before you start entertaining the idea of Hmm, I should get some of this for me.... Why is it I only understand what I truly need in the pursuit of buying for other people. Sheesh. I have much to accomplish this week, and what's funny is through all the bustle I find much solace in updating/building my short track sites. No mistaking, it's a lot of hard work, but I notice I find it easier to give my all to projects that I really believe in. Between work, hoilday baking for the umpteen relatives I have, finishing my over-procrastinated christmas shopping, and perfecting (attempting) the song I'll be singing in my church christmas drama, I'll find time just for me. And that will most likely be spent at my favorite Starbucks on the corner of Truxel Rd. & Landing Dr., where everyone knows your name and most importantly, whether you like whip or no whip frappacinos. It's the only place I can update the sites in peace. Plus, the smell of coffee beans makes me type faster...and I've also discovered that drinking beverages with coffee beans makes me type A LOT faster. I should really think about putting "coffee & Advil" on the credits section of these websites. Getting back to Starbucks, I have "my spot", the circular table in the corner of the store (next to the wall outlet, lol) that has just enough room for my laptop, a pumpkin scone, and a peppermint mocha frappacino w/ whip cream and 4 tons of red sprinkles. Those sprinkles put the "happy" in my hoildays, no doubt. Oh, and this is out of the blue, but I just checked the stats for Bridie's site, and it's received 41, 319 hits. HOLY SHORT TRACK! That's nuts! It's only been up for barely 2 weeks. Brig, apparently you da Gurl! ;)

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- - Saturday, December 13, 2003 Another Apolo Pin Auction for Zoutou, thanks to Linda J.! Apolo Ronald McDonald Pin #9

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- - You've Got Mail...from a short tracker Work was hell today, and I'm just glad friday welcomed me to my front door this afternoon. To my surprise, a package was awaiting me when I came home. Bridie had sent me a handmade card (aw!) and a burned CD of all kinds of fun pics of her, her with friends, family. The pics were incredible, some of them being from a photo shoot, with the colorado rockies in the background. I'll be uploading those on her site shortly, but I've been going for 3 hours now just messing with these photos and making them into graphic backgrounds for her site. I just finished uploading the final pages, and my eye balls are sore. They were just too good to only stick in the galleries ;) Oh, and I loved reading the return address on the package: B. Farrell One Olympic Plaza Resident Athlete Colorado Springs, CO. Tee hee. Thanks for the photos, Resident Athlete.

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- - Thursday, December 11, 2003 It's Christmas, you Hoe, Hoe, Hoe. Let me explain this, plain and simple. I try to be good. This is the main objective throughout this whole short track experience, honest. Granted, my halo may have slipped down around my ankles a few (dozen) times, but when your favorite athletes wear skin tight spandex you have to overcompensate to avoid the obvious reactions...which would be eyes falling clean outta your head, jaw scraping the floor, and spending your last pennies of hard earned money to fly to - eh - Marquette? Yeah, you follow me. So, all the while, you're expected to maintain your composure, keep an even keel, yadda yadda. But there's this unforeseen evil that goes by the name "Short Track Photographers". Sure, the title sounds perfectly harmless, they're just doing short track enthusiasts a service. Merely capturing a moment on film. That, my ST friends, is what we call "BS", and we ain't talkin' college units here. *ape suddenly becomes easily distracted* Hmm, speaking of units...here's exhibit A-A-O, and you, the suffering public, can be the judge. Exhibit A-A-O *evil grin* Perfectly harmless. Jerry, why oh WHY couldn't you have waited to put up this gallery AFTER Christmas? I was SOO freakin' good this year, and I had a Zamboni-size Christmas loot coming my way, and here comes this photo. Alright Santa, I confess. I've NOW been a very, very naughty girl.

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- - Tuesday, December 09, 2003 Delirious in Kalifornia Well, to the dismay of most of the free world, I'm still alive. This cold has really been kickin' my ass the last few days, and everytime I'd crawl over to my laptop, the screen would get blurry, the keys would shift positions, and my whole system would levitate just above my arm's reach. Yeah, usually those comments are in the memoirs of a 5th avenue crack hoe, but honestly this is some freakin' weird cold I have. Running three (well, actually 4) websites will start to get to you when you're too sick to drag yourself to your Inbox. The next few weeks will be spent putting out my resume, hoping to escape my life on sesame street. My normal online time has turned into bedtime, just until I can walk a straight line without weaving. I'm going to squeeze in some website work while I'm actually able to right now, and lately I've been downloading a lot of music to help set the mood. There's a song by JS feat. R. Kelly called Love Angel, and I've had that sucker on repeat for the looooongest time. That along with Story Of The Year's Until the Day I Die and my new wind-down favorite, Wayne Wonder's Perfect Proposal. Now kids, y'all get hooked up and get to downloading.

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- - Saturday, December 06, 2003 Ok, still recovering from Day 2 of the Beijing WC. I didn't wake up until noon, which is early considering I went to bed at 5am. Yes, 5 in the morning. The world cup times are perfect for west coasters, not too late, but after updating USSTfans.com, putting up more photos in bridie's gallery, and doing some business through emails, the damn sun was nearly coming out. My eyes were damn near coming out. And I'm still sick on top of this. Ape says: "What's the best thing to do if you're sick enough to roll over and die?" Ape's alter ego says: "Why stay up til all hours of the night while prying your eyes open with toothpicks, of course. And don't take your meds, that's for wussies. I need to get out and attempt at some christmas shopping today, although I'm not completely sure I'll be back with all my limbs in full working order. I'm almost scared to drive, because I've learned heaven hath no furry like a christmas shopper at the mall. Eek.

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- - Friday, December 05, 2003 Late Night Short Track Snack Just finished Day 1 of the Beijing Cup over at the Cleveland Group chat, and woo hoo, is the competition stiff...*insert monique's "tee hee, ape said the word "stiff" joke here* Apolo took a stroll around the ice rink, ordered from Pizza Hut, calculated the exact number of luxury cars it would take to make him happy, AND managed to look hotter than the surface of the sun - all this, and oh yeah, he got a 1500m bronze. *does the I-Know-My-Fav-skater-can-kick-yo-ass dance* It must be visions of Anton's thigh muscles keeping me awake, because I was in bed with a fever yesterday. Uh, and today. And no, I've been still going to work. Other than being light headed, coughing, can't breathe, I'm as good as new. Granted it's more like a '77 chevelle kinda new, but eh. I'm just going to live in denial until I actually DO get better. I can't afford to get sick. I'm giving this site a complete face-lift, and this one another gallery of pictures, and I still have yet to update this one with it's latest developments. I can do it. *nervous laugh* Know why? I own something similar to a Dodge Stratus...that's why. Ok, maybe it's nothing like a Stratus, but I could really use the help from catchy phrases right now.

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- - Tuesday, December 02, 2003 Girl Power, baby. It's here.

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- - If only this rain was romantic Came down in BUCKETS today. Work was blah, which is usually what it is when it rains. I'm inside/outside at any given moment during the day. That brings me to wonder what the hell to wear from time to time. I'm thinkin' to just sport a Short Track Skinsuit - the kevlar material can keep me from getting sliced in two by an obvious 5 year old cutter without a cause, and the slick spandex will ward off any permanent markers, elmer's glue....or my favorite, fingers fresh out of the nose. *gag* There are days that I feel somewhat like a superhero. Preschool is just my day job. My "cover". But the sun goes down, and I may not jump into a germ-infested telephone booth to make the transformation, but the "power" button on the computer is just as exhilarating. I went a whole year and two months without anyone from the world outside short track really understanding what I do with this hobby of mine. While with my friend's family in Livermore, CA last weekend, her uncle asked me about what I do for a living. "Preschool." I said, with a lump of pre-Christmas cookies stuck in my thoat. "Ahh, a school teacher, eh?" her uncle says. He's the type that probably intimidates people without much effort, and just before I was about to make an off-beat comment, my friend pipes up. "Tell him what ELSE you do, April! Do you guys watch the Olympics? Do you know Apolo Anton Ohno?" (my friend loves to pronounce "Ohno" as "Uh-Oh", just to get on my nerves) Lucky for the rest of the free world, these people actually KNEW about Apolo, and I could sense them all listening in at this point. Now, I may be a HUGE fan of Apolo, but I'm not a huge fan of trying to explain to people how I'm actually involved in this Short Track triangle. I was stammering for words, since far be it for me to even KNOW what I really do, and my friend is already 5 beats ahead of me. "She's met Apolo, a bunch of times. They're friends!" "..I...I wouldn't say that..." I spit out, by this time hoping that before I have to elaborate I'll have fallen into one of the creases of the couch to never return. I tried to explain the best way I knew how, details of how I came to know about Apolo, the websites & art work I've made, the trips to world cups I've taken. Maybe the squirmy feeling would come from my sheer dumbfoundedness on how the hell I've been able to do the things I've done in the last 2 years. Pretty soon, I was blabbing away without even thinking, kinda like Apolo when he's talking about the mechanics of a short track blade. My friend's uncle seemed baffled at the connections that I've come across, the whole media pass phenom, and the charity work. I also happen to slip in Bridie's site. And on came the onslaught of questions: "Do you get paid for these sites, these trips?" I laughed. "Uh, no. Just for the love of the sport." (right about NOW, I'm taking myself about as serious as if I were wearing the NMU WildCat suit) "How'd you find out about this sport?" Eh, if I were to be completely honest and say that it was because of this asian milkshake, with wavy locks, a killer smile, and a giggle to render me paralyzed, I'm most definitely sure he would have toppled to the floor from rolling his eyes too hard. "I always watch the Olympics, and Short Track was something I hadn't seen before...uh, and Apolo was awesome to watch." (Ok, so it wasn't THAT far from the truth) "So April, how does one like yourself get these connections?" He asks, a little on the sarcastic side. "Well, I have it goin' on, and I'm slick with the skater scene, and knowing HTML doesn't hurt either.." I said. That's funny. Because somehow that sentence came out as "I have no idea, to be honest". By the end of the night, her uncle was fascinated and wished me well on my ass-chasin' short track lovin' adventures. I was suckered into blowing my "cover", and telling things that no one really believes anyway. My ST habit is slowly leaking out to the natural world, and I'll have to adjust. I mean, c'mon, it's so much FUN to have a 'secret'. Well, I guess there's nothing secret about flying to Michigan for 5 days.

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