Eh, I pity Paul's current parent situation. Hang in there!

Went to church today without grandma (she's currently with shingles and it's not a pretty sight, so she's staying at home) and got the Sicilian priest. Ech.

Afterwards, ate at the former Regeant. The new buffet (although definitely worth the $8 per person charge) isn't as grand or as formal as the old one. The location, instead of the quiet upper santium, is down by the shops where the former Swatch and Charlotte Russe resided. Hamada is still there, but now they have an ugly wall to corner themselves into the... erm, corner. At least Ceres is still there, but it functions more like a regular restaurant than the cafe it once was (read: no longer 24 hours).

Two of the workers at the buffet looked really nice. One was the floor manager (usual sexiness in a pretty face and dark, spikey hair) and one of the waiters (a blonde, spikey Irish-descended sexy boy).

Afterwards saw the new Austin Powers movie. Funny stuff (the opening scene alone is worth the price of the ticket, then factor in Brit Spears' dancers and the subtitle scene) but the movie quickly lost steam towards the end of the movie. Pity. The appearance of the Osbournes mid-movie was definitely scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Went to Borders and did much perusing. Blake was there at the music section with me and informed me that a fellow LVA student jumped off the observation deck of the Stratosphere and asked me if I've heard anything about it. Nope. Along with Jamie disappearing... no wonder all the teachers were urging everyone to have a safe summer.

Bought a magazine about portraiture (specifically for the egg-oil emulsion techniques for oil painting) and MetroSource. That magazine is amazing; basically a fusion of the Advocate and GQ, it's the magazine for the "cosmopolitan" gay man. Oh, and the fashion section has a sexy man playing piano and guitar. Mmph!

Then dinner at AppleBee's and home.

Today was definitely a day for running into people I know. Chris and Bri at the movies, Nicole riding with her dad in the lane next to us, Blake at Borders, and that deaf sophomore art-major (I don't remember his name) that perused the Gay/Lesbian mag rack next to me.

And right now uncle and aunt are visiting grandma and basically telling her to not stress herself out so that she can get over her shingles. Apparently all the (self-induced) stress is prolonging her illness. I told her not to bother with cooking or cleaning, but she doesn't listen. I doubt she even listened completely to aunt's advice.

Hmm... my sketchbook's finally getting some action.