Last night right after work I decided to drop by a hockey game. I hat told a few people about my interests, and so the 5 of us jumped in my car and started driving. We eventually felt the urge to get off the road, and then turn the corner, and then go around the block, then we happened to find some sort of Ice Arena. It was like it was drawing us in with a very powerful 'Tractor Beam'. So I followed my small group into this arena and we sat down and started watching the legendary sporting event of Hockey. For the first few minutes the glass was dirty, and the game was scrappy. I noticed with my Eagle Eye that there was another match just starting in/on another rink, so I wandered over there to investigate. As the kids were skating around I notice one of them looks familiar. To my surprise, it was Chris. I smiled as smugly as possible, as he asked me what we were doing there. What a coincidence, to run into him at a place like that. During the game we deliberated and I decided that he has some Canadian, Russian, Croatian, and USA of '88 blood in him (which means hes pretty darn good.) During the showdown some mongoloid Russian Cheap-shotted him and he went down. I was not tolerant of behavior like that, so I started yelling to Chris that he should fight this insufferable menace to the Ice. He didn't though. Unfortunate, cause I was ready to spring to his defense if needed... and yes, from the stands. Its good that he didn't cause he probably didn't want the penalty. And its good that I didn't spring to action, cause I didn't have skates on. (not that it would slow my feet down, but I would use the skate blades as weapons on my hands to scar him permanently all over his body.) So I started yelling things, suggesting that he skate over their ankles a couple of times. After the match was over he let me hold his sweaty gloves, and then I accidentally touched his sweaty (stinky) helmet. It was great fun. Oh, and then I somehow talked Sara into 'loaning' me a dollar for Hot Chocolate, but the stupid machine was broke and didn't take it, so then I had to 'borrow' another dollar from Jessica. It tasted like hot water with a hint of chocolate being in it at one time.
Later when I got home I stayed up talking with Mike. Then he scolded me for staying up to late, then I him. We then watched the Food network as I attempted to add life to my painting. This thing has become like Frankenstein. The more I add this beautiful luminous paint to it, the more it moves on its own, and talks to me, and shows emotion. Its starting to have life now too. Its all about the shadows I tell you. This time I focused on the vegetation on the close hills. It was partly an experimentation with color, because some colors bring life to plants as where other colors bring death and confusion. As I did this the mountainous landscape went from a foreign land to hike in, to a lush hilltop path with places to wanter and hike, and enjoy nature.
After a bit of that my eyes started to close and then I slowly went to bed. I haven't been able to fight the battle of my life lately. I hope the arch villain's minions haven't done to much damage in my honorable absence.
I'm listening to Sublime right now.
Lunch was sponsored by Noah's bagels. (at first they tried to give me a burnt looking bagel. Honestly it looked like a little charcoal briquette. I told them that I would not accept this as I had paid for, and pointed to a normal looking bagel, and added that I thought that it looked like a giant turd, and I don't eat anything that looks like poo. So they made me another one, and it was pleasant to the taste. I think that when I said the word 'turd' I made all the customers in line pretty nervous. it was funny.)
Happy Valentines day everybody. I bought you all Scooby Doo Valentines, but I didn't get them out in time, so you'll bet them next year for sure.
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