|Producing Monsters Since 1979|
The To Do list I jotted down was completed. In order: I painted, bathed, enrolled, returned chicken #1, attended the Two Spirits forum and got my six pack.
My painting is coming along nicely. I've had to warn myself, however, to put the brush down. You can't rush oils, or it gets overworked and the paint loses vitality. I'm going to work out some brush strokes later tonight, but I promised myself I'm walking away for a few days.
After I finished painting I took a shower and went to enroll for fall semester. I was told enrollment for nursing school is closed already. I was about to overreact, but instead decided to listen. I found out thirty applicants are accepted each Fall and Spring. They use a point system based on ACT score, gpa in selected courses, and several other factors. Essentially I enrolled in classes I would need anyway were I to be selected for the program. I have Microbiology, Anatomy, Macropsychology and as a purely "fun" class, Comp I. One of the nursing advisors happened to be FOB's grandma and she probed me for information for nearly an hour. She said FOB doesn't call her anymore and I explained he doesn't call anyone. I've always liked her. She used to do my eyebrows.
When I got home I found Maman parked in the driveway. Her leg had been hurting the past few days and the doctor said she had arthiritis. Since I'm almost a nursing student, I rediagnosed her as garage saling too much. She asked me to run a couple of errands for her, including stopping by my sister's for arthiritis medication. I complied since I had chicken plans.
A few months ago I stole a chicken from Jeff's porch. It's lovely and has since been sitting in my yard. He always asked for it, and I always ignored him. After months went by, I noticed a new chicken sitting on his porch. In a blackout last week I had stolen it as well and now it resides in FOB's living room. I decided even I couldn't be that mean, so I decided to return chicken #1 while Jeff wasn't home. He doesn't know I took chicken #2 so it's a total mindfuck. It worked, because by the time we both arrived at the Two Spirits meeting, I found myself getting the evil eye. Often.
The Two Spirits meeting was fun as usual. I sat by the Boy Twin, but that was the extent of that. During smoke break, everyone left but four of us. Jeff's boyfriend asked to see the porn on my phone and I happily obliged. A few seconds later I realized I had just turned over a phone that had naked pictures of Jeff himself. If you'll remember, Jeff's boyfriend thinks that Jeff and I have never had sex. Five minutes after the meeting recommenced I notice he and Jeff having a discrete couple's fight, then Jeff started crying. As soon as the meeting ended I bolted. I left quickly as it were, as I had a new twenty dollar gift card burning a hole in my already shredded jeans.
I was hoping that maybe the Boy Twin and I would end up connecting, but ultimately I shied out like a bitch. Instead I took the giftcard I received from Two Spirits and went directly to Walmart. I bought face wash, blue shop towels, a bin for my oil rags, a soap dispenser to store my orange hand cleaner and a six pack of tall boys. From that list it would seem I worked on cars, right? As I was checking out, a child ran up behind me and I heard his mother warn that he behave lest Mr. Johnson eats him. I have no idea who she was and didn't stay to find out. I hate kids. On my way to the car I passed a jeep and heard kids yelling. I turned to look and the driver is waving like I should recognize him, but I didn't. I really need to get my glasses fixed.
With all my new painting supplies I wanted to fuck around in my studio. Maman was watching Philadelphia and asked me to pick up some Taco Mayo. We ate tacos and gabbed while Tom Hanks died. Armani started texting and asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I didn't want to watch a movie, but hanging out would be cool. He was late coming over, and once he did I found a four foot Black Swan on my doorstep. He apologized for running late, but thought it rude to stand me up completely. He's this adorable African American bartender/ballet instructor/pothead. Totally not my type. He stayed and we talked for twenty minutes. It was nice.
I have a brand new popper. Today is my actual birthday and I want to use it on somebody fun. I totally denied the Hot NDN this afternoon, but now I'm reconsidering.