Erm... pay no attention to the guy solo-waltzing to Shakira's "Underneath Your Clothes" in his family room. ::glances sideways::

Today, for some odd and severely deranged reason, I had the sudden urge to break out the ink well and practice my pen and ink techniques. Subject: miscellaneous photos. I tried doing my violin but... eh, could never stand straight lines that long. Now I know why I like painting much better. Don't get me wrong, I love the immediate results of inking. Still... while exherting the greatest amount of control on one's pen to create the perfect curve and width of a contour, it's a bad idea to do so in a room full of distractions. Mainly grandma talking loudly on the phone with someone about the "lack of information" status her papers have. Oh, and sis chiming in every five minutes to update me on the cool videos I was missing on the TV. Which really isn't necessary since I was sitting infront of it the entire time.

Eh, only two pieces turned out well. One is of this cute couple I took a photo of during Warped Tour, and another one is a painstakingly stippled pic of Matt with his Linkin Park beanie on. The latter I had to redo several times because of said distractions.

At least with paint you can always cover up your mistakes with more paint.

During the family viewing of American Idol tonight:

Me: Okay, bathroom break. Wait... pop, did you use that one last?
Pop: Yes.
Me: Upstairs bathroom it is then!
Pop: Nice one, son.
Sis: Yeesh, looks like you're learning from Simon.
Me: ... I've always been like this.
Sis: Oh... right. Then Simon's learning from you?

And today I was suppose to go down to the DMV to get my permit renewed before I try for my license... Supposedly we're doing it next week because the parents want to go out bowling today. Blech.

I think I'll stay home and paint.