It's insane the things that I do so late at night when I'm bored.

Take, for instance, what I've been doing on PaintShop Pro for the past hour. During school Treat was trying to explain the basics of grissalde (painting color ontop of a black and white study) but couldn't due to our significantly shortened time table.

I, however, have managed to grasp the basics (or at least the approach to) using grissalde. In otherwords, I sat on the computer armed with a knowledge of PSP and a knowledge of skin tone color formulae. Grabbed a graphite portrait of Tim that I scanned in and got to work. Several glasses of iced tea later I came out triumphant!

Currently fighting the urge to eat some of that yummy wheat-bread (and yes, I prefer that to white bread) by uping the dosage of artificial sweetner in my iced tea. But, the trouble with being a complete gourmet is in finding something whose taste does not offend. Otherwise you're compelled to stop eating or you swallow down your food to avoid tasting it further by chewing. It's not pleasant, I tell yee! Especially when I like my iced tea... not several days old.

Ack. Sis has got me hooked on Aussie Rules Football. Not only is it as entertaining as professional wrestling (same amount of carnage minus the cheezy characters and unreality) and the sex appeal of an underwear catalog (uniforms consist of different sleeve lengths and really short shorts... which have a tendency to be pulled upon while trying to bring a player down). Oh, and the boys aren't cute. They're effing sex on legs! And well defined legs at that!

Erm, okay time to stop.