Daily Update

Last night Chipotle opened for business, but last night was by invite only. (today is a free for all, and the hour and a half long line proves that). So I was on my way over there just to check it out, and what do you know, I ran into Cheryl. What a coincidence. I invited her to come along to see if the rumors were actually true. Oh, it was soooo goooood. It was almost the best burrito of my life. I don't know how else to describe it. It was as large as my fore-arm for starters. The ingredients were just unloaded off the truck that day, maximizing freshness (if that even matters in a burrito). And it was free!

Afterwards I invited Cheryl to watch American Idol with me. We're both fans, to an extent, and so I thought it might be fun. Oh, my oh my, was I wrong. Some of their song choices are more suited for an elevator, the dentists chair, or even the morgue. Honestly I think some of the notes they were 'trying' to hit, only dogs and/or elephants could hear. So every stray dog in LA is now on its way to the American Idol stage to hear more of that crap. I even think I fell asleep half way through. I did plan ahead though and I brought a book that I just got, so if it got to boring I could just read instead of subject myself to such torture. I only had to read from my book three or four times. Next time I might bring my sketch book too.

So late last night I started looking at my beautiful painting. Thats where it all went wrong. I picked up my small brush, just for a quick fixer upper, like the windows. Then there was extra paint on the brush, then I had to use it instead of waste it, so then I'd cover something else, like the water. Then I noticed the water needed a few touch-ups. then I had extra paint again. And the process kept going and going. Eventually I was in a full scale battle with the canvas. There are only a few more important steps that I need to make, and I snapped and started taking bigger risks. The water and the sky are the riskiest things when I paint I think. I was at a point where I didn't want to play in the water anymore, so I decided to finish it NOW. When I get close to deadlines I get careless and reckless. I've noticed this from school. This is kind of what was happening. I start throwing down color like a madman. When I was done I could see the reflection of the buildings in the water. But if felt kind of lonely, cause the boats needed reflections too, so then I had to do that. Then I had to readjust the water color with these new reflections, and so on. The water is now calmly washing against the shore, and the boats were sporadically bobbing up and down in place. There was almost no end in sight to this activity. Finally I dropped my brush on the floor, and then instead of picking it up, I ran to my room and slammed the door and dove under my covers and then quickly went to sleep. Sleep is great.

Danny (at work) is talking REALLY loud at work again. Its like he's cheering for his football team in a stadium. Didn't I mention this before? I need to take actions this time. I think I'll take a call from 'My Agent' in a minute right behind him, and I'll pretend that he's in the middle of a war zone or something. I don't think that will show him up, or anything, but it will certainly bring me satisfaction.

For lunch I tried to go to Chipotle again, but it was a ridiculous stupid-student mad-house. The line was at least an hour long. I wanted to start intimidating all the little foreign-exchange students into leaving their spot in line. I figured it would be a blast, but it would take to long to get my food, and I didn't want to get any nerd-blood on my new shirt.

Lunch was sponsored by Quiznos. (There was almost an incident there today too. I had just taken a look at my number because it was taking so long, and I had put it away. I knew what my number was, it was 1007. Seconds later my number is called. I go up to the counter and announce that 'Thats Me'. expecting him to hand over my food, he doesn't. I then bluntly tell him, 'Thats my number' with an irritated straight face. He says that he needs to see my receipt. In an annoyed manner I dig my receipt from my pocket, and then slowly unfold it, and then shove it in his face. It was about 2 inches from his nose, then instead of him being able to pull back to read it I drop it so he as to pick it up. another employee attempts to explain to my closed ears that they need to see it to verify my order. As I am picking up my food, they call Kristen's number. I though this would be a good learning opportunity for me, so I waited and watched her give them her ticket, and sure enough, HE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT THE RECEIPT! and I don't use 'All-Caps' lightly. I repeatedly announced to all the employees that he didn't check her receipt and she was right after me. they were probably just being racist.)

I'm listening to Greenday right now.