She Sleeps.

Old stuff. No date.

To my glasses, I miss you already.

So I haven’t really been posting much in the way of the work out process. Honestly I haven’t really been doing much on the diet side. I’ve just been doing a bit a exercise here and there but I’ve been eating practically whatever I wanted. That means a lot of chocolate by way of brownies and cookies. But they’re all gone now, so as long as someone doesn’t bring any new temptations home, I’ll most likely refrain from eating any more of those.

There’s a new guy in my ballet class today. He looks like he’s Filipino and his name is Nick. I’m not really that interested in him but it’s nice to have another guy in the class. I can’t really tell if he’s gay or not. The other guy Fernando is a Japanese guy. Very skinny and very flexible. With Asian men you can’t really tell if they’re gay or not. Especially the Koreans and the Japanese. They’re so far beyond metrosexuality that it’s immensely frustrating. But lucky for me I’m not that into the Asians these days. Not as much as I used to be anyway.

I got a new Saris car rack for my bike over the weekend (it's way better than the Bell rack i b so I’ve been taking that to school. It still takes 10 minutes or so to get to class and I’m not even working my legs out that much but it’s better than hitting the ground every step. Sometimes I’ll glance in the rearview mirror and stare at the frame swaying in the wind. With the new sturdy car rack, I am free to obsess about other things like what if people think I’m a cheater because I’m driving my bike to school. Never mind the fact that it takes 15 minutes by car to travel that distance but I can’t help but feel uncomfortable lugging around this weight on the back of my car only to use it for 20 minutes or so. I feel like I’m violating some unwritten Biker’s Code of Honor saying that I have to commit to using my bike. I’m still not comfortable knowing that my Vote No on 8 bumper sticker is still on my bumper even though it has been there since October. I get to thinking that people will see it and think, what the hell man?! You lost your war take off the damn sticker. It’s what I think when I see the Mccain-Palin stickers. Actually the only thoughts in my head are of relief that they didn’t win mixed in with a hint of superiority.

I went to buy a bento box. It’s sort of similar to this but just navy blue with a strip of argyle over the chopstick lid. The cashier commented on my necklace saying that it looked like a cello bridge. Turns out she plays cello too and she’s in a band. She invited me to come see their show tonight. Unfortunately I still have class tonight but I’d probably feel worse if their music didn’t grate my ears. I’m sorry Amanda, but I’m just not into that genre of music.

Also, I lost my Burberry glasses Sunday morning. I went to BarWest in P.B. and took them off because I was nervous. I can’t be nervous around people I can’t see. By the end of the night however I got to my car minus my glasses. It was devastating.

Drew this at the restaurant:

Operaton: Radmage.

Watercolor, Inks

5" x 4"

Deep thought...

Or constipation?

Solider

Boss

The Office

It was my first day on the job. Corporate office type job. White walls, high ceilings, and several rows of computers. I was having a lunch break. This guy had it in for me. The boss came over. The guy mentioned something about me stealing stuff. So the boss started searching my desk. He found random office supplies like extra memo pads and another person’s name plate. He took it as a serious allegation but since I was new he felt it odd that I would immediately jeopardize my position there. So I was on probation. Of course I was innocent, but everyone else who fed on the rumors held on to the notion of me being a thief. A select few who I had made acquaintances with knew better, but for some reason, they only provided superficial support.

I was frustrated. I ran away for a bit to calm down. Climbing staircase after staircase until I was a floor away from the roof where an orchestral group held practices. I could hear the friction between the bow and the strings, rosin flying through the air. On the floor was a corridor that extended over road and connected to another building. Through the glass walls I saw a car accident that I hadn’t noticed initially. There was a black guy face down in the middle of the road. He was shirtless and had loose torn fabric covering his lower half, bloody. He was caught in the rain and headlights. When he tried to get up he was unusually well hung.

I tried to figure a way to get back at the guy who set me up. My group devised a plan to virus up his computer while protecting everyone else’s. But it didn’t pan out. Things just continued quietly and he didn’t seem to cause any more problems. One day the boss came around and started working with my neighbor and her computer. He gave me a password to write down so that I’ll remember it for future events and I couldn’t seem to write it right. I was trying to find scraps of paper to write it down on since all my supplies were confiscated. The guy, who sat next to me on my left, grabbed all the spare pieces of paper I was trying to write on. I eventually snapped and pushed his head down on the table and started to punch it. Not so hard as to cause any major damage, but just enough to prove a point.

He hunched over and held his head when I was done. Apparently no one saw or heard so when they asked him what happened, he just said a headache.

It turned out that everyone working for the boss was under some kind of mind control. He started sending guys to attack me. Back flip, back flip. Two burly woman in orange jumpsuits came at me. One of them was pregnant. If she was willing to fight me with a baby in her then that was her business. HADOUKEN.

When I got out of the building there was one more dark skinned woman in my way. I tried to fireball her she kept coming at me. So I started to kick and punch her back towards a set of stairs and pushed her down. As I was running away, someone called out to me. It was the guy who sat across from me. He was the one who helped me with the virus plan. The one who believed in me. Before I ran off, I embraced him tightly and kissed him. I could feel his tongue, the shock in his face. I smiled before I ran off.

I Saw A Cute Guy Today.

It was 4:36pm and I was on my way to class. It’s still sunny outside surprisingly and the weather isn’t as cold as it usually is. Nevertheless, I still decided to wear my knee length over coat. It would have to cool down eventually. It’s almost winter after all. He had dark hair. Short but still long enough to be shaggy. A white collar was peeking out of his blue sweater. Dark pants led down to an interesting pair of black leather boots. Ankle high I think. I was walking up the steep walkway just outside of the music building and he sat on the other side of the railing on the grass. I kept my glaze at bay looking down at the floor or off to the side at practically nothing till I willed myself to look turn my attention to him.

I caught his eyes for a moment before I looked away. In hindsight it seemed like a considerable amount of time but it was rather quick and indifferent. I couldn’t really feel anything out much less gauge his interest in me, if any. There was a distinct glare in his eyes, almost as if it captured the sun. As if I were seeing not him, but rather a barrier caused by the reflection of the light in his eyes. I was caught up with the thought of him that the guy I usually take notice of didn’t really matter much today.

I guess that’s just the result of having so much love to give and no one to give it to. It ignites in small bursts to what I recognize as the instant attraction I feel for these people. But when it all boils down to it. It’s just a matter of how strong that attraction is for me to take action. Then it becomes an epic battle between my head and my heart. I just hope that I’m fortunate enough to see him again next week, and the week after, and the following weeks to come. If only for the small reassurance that there is still some beauty left in the world.

Demon kid

Inclass Doodle.