Awesome watercoloring class today.
I stayed until 8 pm.

I painted a pepper and I actually got it to look bright orange!
Thank you, thank you.
I’m quite happy with how it turned out.

Of course, there were four peppers on display, red, orange, yellow and green, but I only painted the orange bell pepper. Hey, artists have a right to their own reality.
Shut up.

What was so awesome, was that Kate, our teacher, painted with us today.
At first I thought it was blah. No, it was worse than blah. She had water and blotches of color running everywhere! There were barely any comprehensible shapes on her yellow under painting!

Ooh, yellow under painting. That’s a technical art term. Sweet.

And I thought, geesh, I’m taking classes from her?

Then she put the pink shadows, dots of pink here and there. It went from bad to worse.
It looked like tons of fun though.
Everything was free-flowing and unstructured… and water running everywhere - something I’ve been painstainkly trying to avoid!

Then, she put on her dark pink shadows and already, with only yellow, pink and dark pink-red, her work looked like a masterpiece!

And I thought, oh, man, I’m not doing well at all!

She didn’t finish her work, but when she started putting her colors, everything looked amazing. I can’t wait to see the finished product.

It looked so easy too, all fun and hardly any effort. A lot of waiting though, because it was an incredibly wet painting.

I tried painting like that a few minutes ago. Man, the fact that I’ve only had 6 classes and barely any practice definitely showed. Oh well, I’ll just have to be patient I suppose. After all, it’s taken me 13 years playing the piano to be able to play the way I do.

Oh dear, I’m in BIG trouble.

So the whole day Saturday I was looking forward to having the apartment all to myself. I thought of renting:
1. Bottle Rocket
2. Royal Tenenbaums
3. Rushmore
and making a big bowl of popcorn after finishing up a whole spread of delivered Thai food.

Instead, I headed to the Super 88 food court, got a bowl of Beef Noodle Soup from Sugar Bowl because it was cold. On the train on my way back to the apartment, this lady took out her keys and on her cue, I proceeded to do the same. Alas, they weren’t in my bag. Then I remembered, I didn’t check for my keys before I left the apartment. Again.

My state of panic only lasted a minute. My roommates were gone… landlord.

Me: “Hi this is —- from —- Comm. Ave. All of my roommates are out for the weekend and I had forgotten my keys in my apartment. I was wondering if your office is still open, maybe I could borrow a spare key, or if you could open my door for me.”
Landlord: “What?”
Me: “Do you have a spare key?”
Landlord: “Yes, I can meet you in the office in 30 minutes”
The walk to the office took about 8 minutes. I waited outside their office on the sidewalk, calling on everybody I could bother. Finally, 10 minutes before the 30 minute window, I decided to get some tea at Infusions Tea Spa. I got hot Taro tea without boba. It was surprisingly good if a bit expensive. They also had tea eggs. Remind me to tell rydw i about that one.

Of course the landlord doesn’t show up until 20 minutes after that. So I ended up waiting for him around 40-45 minutes. Which isn’t such a big deal, because it was a favor they did me. Oh well.

So much for my big relaxing Saturday night.

Sunday, on my way to church, I saw this huge line in the Pru central garden. I thought, hmm… book signing. I wondered who the author is to get so many people to line up outside under the sun. For a second, I thought, Clinton? Nah, he’s not going to be at the Pru. Man, was I wrong! He WAS there! Man, I could’ve gotten him to sign a book for my dad. That would’ve been awesome.

Oh well. Again.

I scored 4 goals during the frisbee game yesterday! It was so much fun. Just the fact that people pass to me now and I actually try to run away from my blocker instead of hiding behind them is so awesome. I still throw like a 10 year old girl (maybe 7) and screaming and shouting is still my best bet at defense, but whatever.

I was so tired when I got home that I couldn’t even bring myself to make pasta. So I had the meat sauce over rice. Yummy, but ghetto. Mmm… good.

I forgot my lunch on the bus. It was in a huge-arse paper bag on the seat next to me. I got carried away reading about John Kerry and the NRA on Time magazine. It was a good lunch too: baked cauliflower, chicken with gorgonzola and tomatoes and a slice of deep dish veggie pizza. Man, that sounds good.

Last week I left my hallumi cheese wrap at Quest Lab after my drug test.

I hope some homeless dude gets to eat my forgotten lunch. I bet someone on the bus will report it as a unknown, dangerous threat. Ha.

I hate Friendster. Well, at least I hate it when I get sucked into spending hours looking through my ‘friends’ list. First of all, half of those people I would hardly even call friends. I knew them, or knew of them, at some point in my life, but they’re not exactly people whose lives bear any interest to me right now. Or at least they shouldn’t. I mean, seriously, if I can hardly remember your name and have to look up your picture and your friends in order to know who you are, you’re not really a friend, hardly even an aquaintance. But being the idiot that I am, I accept requests from these people anyway. Because even though they’re not technically my friends, I still don’t want them to think badly of me. I’m such a sucker.

That’s not what stinks the most though. It’s all those smiling, happy faces, whose lives always just seem to be so much better than mine. I always end up analyzing my life and thinking about where I had gone wrong.

I’m such a loser. And I sound selfish and conceited. Want to add me now?
My email’s cdideles[AT]yahoo[DOT]com

It’s this mentality that makes me so interested in reality TV shows too. Yeah, yeah, I know that reality is the creation of producers and directors. After all, why would there be directors and editors if it was actually reality? Whatever. I think it’s funny. It’s like a tightly controlled improv-experiment. Ha. And I wanted to be in Survivor. Ick. Of course, that’s only until I found out they can’t shower or use a bathroom.

Seriously though, reality shows are pretty interesting. It’s like Discovery Channel on human nature, though slightly warped to fit the mold of a producer’s vision.

I mean, have you seen the first show of Outback Jack? Man, that was hilarious. I like the Amazing Race too. It’s like Lonely planet in a contest setting without the planning and the production!

Anyway, whatever.

No matter how I scoff and claim disgust at shows like The Swan, at the end of the day, I’ll still sit down and watch them. And, while I browse through my friends list sitting on my deflated ego, I appreciate the fact that I now know that Marga’s in med school, Karen works for M——–, Wows got a new haircut, etc.

So, where did I go wrong again?

My first blog entry.
I’m such a geek!
Well, okay, I’m not… but at least I’m trying!

Thanks to rydw i and binary tuberculosis for the peer pressure.

Finally, I provide you acess to the documentation of my colorful life. Okay, fine, it’s boring (just slightly, mind you!), but I take watercoloring class, so, shut up! Gosh!

Yes! Napoleon Dynamite’s the best.

So, sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
Of course, you’ll probably have to wait a while for the next entry, coz, you know, I’ve got things going for me.

Check back tomorrow morning.