Daily Update

So yesterday we were talking about movies at lunch. I mentioned that my roomates had seen Oceans 13 and loved it. Danny was skeptical about it. I told him that I liked the second one, and then he proceeded to lecture me on why I shouldn't like it. Ok, whatever, how about another movie, Spiderman. Oh no, unacceptable for entertainment. Hmmm, how about Pirates, I kind of liked that one. Oh no, it was to long, i'm not allowed to like johnny depp, etc. etc. so I tried to change subjects, "So how bout the weather?" "Shrek was good." It reminded me of many discussions I, and other people, have had with jeff, sometimes he'll tell you what your opinion is, and Holy Crap is it annoying! So I can't talk movies with him anymore.

At work Danny and I went to a project site. We're re-doing an condo in Century City. This condo penthouse is on the 28th floor of a high rise. One of the two white ones on pico and Ave. of the Stars. 'Wow!' for two reasons: first, Holy 70's flashback! the shag carpet was at least two inches long, and bright yellow. no, brighter that what you're imagining right now, i'm serious. Some of it was sun faded but where the furnature was, BAM! It punched your eye balls, thats for sure. The wall paper also matched the era. By looking at this three bedroom palace it
didn't appear to have had occupants since the late 70's or 80's. I mean after all, the master bedroom was as big as my living room, and the 16' high ceilings would be annoying to have as well. And Second, we were on the 28th floor, on the south end of Century city. The views were amazing. The windows faced north and east. It was somewhat overcast, so at the time I couldn't see that far, but I could still tell that it was amazing. The owner, who only sent his representitive, was way to busy(rich) to come for assisting us lowly architects. But whatever, I'm sure you're busy when you own things like The Peninsula Hotel. It was quite impressive.

I went running last night. I was trying to talk myself out of it for a minute, but I just couldn't resist. The evening sky was an inspiration. As I pulled up to my usual spot at Brentwood, I felt like I had just entered a new land of van gogh and Monet. The sky was painted many shades of reds and yellows in front of me while the sky above shifted to blues and grays, then faded to a dark twinkling blue behind me. It reminded me of my very own Starry Night painting. Every few seconds a star would wink at me, and then a tree root or tree branch would remind me to watch where I was going. The twilight sky was painted salmon and peach, dobbed with fluttering yellow highlights. Breath taking. Shadow creatures, the new danger, would leap out
from behind trees or poles, run by me, and then vanish back into the shadow from whence they came. This happened repeatedly. Annoying creatures. They were probably with the stalker dude that is always by the school. I started out slow, then rose to the occsion. I was like an elderly lion, both talented and experienced, yet still strong and ready to kill the closest zebra or antelope. My paws were talented and fearce, but they took their time when it came to a leisurly
stroll around the jungle track. There were not a whole lot of people there this night. Three guys and eleven girls. I passed them all. Three bicyclists passed me toward the end, but they don't count. Most were going in the opposite direction. My final time was 18:24. Not my best thats for sure. I was slow the whole way around. I just wansnt' feeling it today.

My car is kaput! I was driving around Westwood a little later in the evening, trying to find a place to eat, when all of a sudden it was like a science experiment under the hood of my car. Smoke flaired up, accompanied by a low fizzing sound, and it was hard to see past the front of my car. There was so much smoke comming out from under the hood! Not a good thing. I was convinced it almost blew up. I was trying to make a hurried turn into a small parking lot, but the oncomming traffic kept comming, and I kept nudging out further an further. finally a break in cars, and I dove to safety. It took a while for it to cool down. I thought it was the
coolant, but when I checked it was full. So then I got even more nervous. I had to tell the others that I wasn't about to drive any further than I had to, so they'd have to walk home. But they were ok with it sense I thought it was going to blow up. I barley made it home before it happened again. I brought it in first thing in the morning and they'll make it all better.

I painted most of the night away. I also fought the Battle of my Life. I only conqured one planetary system, and fought two space battles, and led the attack on the rebel base on a distant planet one time. They are no match for me. During lunch today Danny kept wanting to talk about movies, and I kept wanting to check out chicks, but he needed my attention to tell me what to like. I saw Miss Westwood today. She was wearing purple.

I'm listening to Bon Jovi right now.

Lunch was sponsored by Marvins.