Random thoughts of a random person on: Painting

You can paint so many things on so many different things with so many more random other things.  Painting a wall green then putting a painting of a waterfall on said green wall counts as an act of art rather than 2 random separate acts of art.  Well that is what my sister said at least.  She is a amateur painter but she gets paid so she must know something. She mostly paints on canvas but she's done other things.

We moved to the house we live in now about 5 years ago and the people that lived here before us had 4 girls and  a boy.  I tell you this so you don't die of shock when i tell you that my entire room floor to ceiling was bubble gum pink...with cute little floral wallpaper used as a border around the middle of the wall. After about a year of living in this torture chamber specifically designed for me. I probably took too much pleasure scraping it off for about 8 hours after my parents announced that we could paint it. They only decided that because she needed to do a final project for her painting class. I  had told my sister what she could paint about a month after we moved so she decided to let my crazy self go and work its self out. My parents being who they are they told me at 10 at night. Since I literally stayed up for the next 8 hours I was done at 5 and got in the shower then went to school.  I was still so hyped up that I didn't sleep during school. I finally zonked out at about 5 that night - well afternoon rather. I only went to sleep then because she said she had to plan what she was going to put where. The next day after school I moved all of my stuff out and put the tarp down.  She had to draw what she had planned now that she knew what she wanted to do. I slept on the couch that night. The day after she had to draw on the walls what she had planned.  I slept on the couch downstairs that night. The next day was sat. and we finally got to paint the walls! They are navy blue and sky blue I think. There are no shades of blue for manly men.  She then realized she had made a mistake.  She had just painted over her so carefully done drawings... We had to wait the next day for it to dry. She spent the entire next week redrawing and re doing colors. We finally painted on the designs that sat. I painted the walls for the tower black. she went over them later with dabs of grey and splashes of white. She then used a darker black (who knew?) to put bricks in. My room ended with this: a big purple and black dragon, a small yellow and blue dragon, a green wizard, a grey warrior with grey wings, a mountain range with a stream and waterfalls that to my somewhat dismay sparkled, a turquoise moon, a blue moon with a turquoise star, a sword that was half black half white, a tower around my window that was black, grey, and white. We then plastered stars on the ceiling. She got extra credit, I got my room de-girlyfied and my parents got piece and quiet. Now for the sad part. My sister moved out and I was pushed down stairs and my demonic little brother now has the room...

Random thought of a random person on: Tablecloths

Tablecloths.  Oh the joy of my mom forcing her creativity on all of us who set foot in her domain. Well her half of it at least. My parents basically split not only their bedroom in half but most of the other rooms too. In the kitchen my mom has the table and the wall/cupboard space while my dad has the chairs and the pans. they also use opposite sides of the stove but i don't think that's on purpose... Around the table is a mishmash of so many random chairs that only 2 match each other. There's a big rolling chair, 2 white plastic chairs, another white plastic chair with a different back and different color so that there is no way this white matches the other white chairs, a wooden chair so old and creaky its gonna fall apart any day now just like our old wooden table that fell in 3 pieces on 4 different occasions and is now rotting outside. In the middle of this random conglomeration of chairs is The Table. Its white and plastic but since this is my mom it actually bugs her unlike my dad. Mom being mom she decides that we need a tablecloth.


Mom and I were grocery shopping when she just stops dead in the middle of the aisle so suddenly that I run into her and the person behind me knocks me into my mom forcing her into the person running down the adjoining aisle. I don't even think she noticed. she calmly walks down one of those random side aisles that nobody ever uses and after apologizing to the 2 dazed people sitting on the ground I hurry after her.  She had found her table clothes.  the one that had caught her eye was a watermelon pattern that was all girly and i just said to myself  "Blast... here goes another 2 hours in the store..." I promptly sat down quietly and pretended I didn't know the random person asking for my advice.  The best thing to do when a girl asks for you advice is to give no comment. If you say yes she has to not like it, if you say no she has to like it. If you don't say anything your still in trouble but hopefully no one got offended. but of course she knows this too ( my sister told me) so since you think that she will act the way i just said she has to act any way but that way cause she has to do the unexpected.  But knowing your going to expect the unexpected... I could go on for a while longer but i think you get the idea.  Any way back to the story.  We ended not only with the watermelon but with Easter eggs, red/pink/white hearts, blue and green and any mixture of the 2 colors of 4 leaf clovers, and numerous others for not only the seasons, holidays, and birthdays but also random ones that you know so that you know that she is mocking you because she knows that you have no say and is going to enjoy every minute of it. Mothers are still girls after all.  That is why i am sitting in the off-white chair with the weird back typing on a table that has a watermelon tablecloth.

The real world

There are reasons to live in a world of fantasy. The main one is that life generally sucks. I am one of those people that just don't like to think about the real world except when I have to and I still haven't decided if this is one of those times or not hence the rambling.  My life isn't any harder than it is. Except when I make it harder than it is by going against the way of life that most people think is ok.  We are all human and make mistakes. some times I go the easy way and go with the flow of life. This is when i remind my self of a quote that my aunt has on her fridge "I never said it was easy, I just said it was worth it".  This has a picture of Jesus above the quote.  I don't always use religious quotes or quotes period for that matter but i think that the sappy girls that have their binders covered in so many quotes and you can't even see the color of the binder just outwitted me... Some are funny, some are inspirational, some are thought provoking.  But all have a way of helping you deal with life or the "real world". I tried to find it with a Google search but couldn't find it.  I found the one above and liked it enough to put it on here to share with you peoples.  So now you have a religious quote, a don't give up quote and the blessing of one more random person in the world who thinks that no matter what it is you can do it.  This too is the real world.

Embarrassment

Oh all the embarrassing things I could talk about... The list dwindles considerably when I want to stay alive after telling said story's  and dies completely when it comes to interesting topics so me story telling just went

kkkeeeeeeerrrrrrrrsssssppppppllllllllllaaaaaaaaaatt! (big smoke cloud)

 My personal story's are out too. Most involve girls and one, the other, or both of us would die of various causes. the most prominent cause of death would be embarrassment but there are also knife wounds thrown in there with arsenic and blowtorches.

Here's a mildly embarrassing kinda pain free story...

The first time I heard the phrase "that's what she said" I thought that it was a reference to the Shea - a mythical race of small fairy like creatures just not the cute and cuddly ones we think of. They liked casting spell on people and killing them. So I hear the phrase "that's what she said" and I think i'm gonna get a spell on me and die in the next 24 hours or so. So I ask the guy if he knew how to counter the spell and he gave me one of the strangest looks I have ever had. Considering my life that says quite a lot. I forgot the kids name a long time ago... He had said it in response to a conversation I was having with a friend of mine and said friend had to explain much to his embarrassment. The kid that had so rudely interjected then laughed at my face making me embarrassed and jaunted away with a hastily drawn smiley face on his back due to a sticky note that I had not placed there while he was conversing with his friends  about what an idiot the kid behind him was. Yeah they were such good friends that they didn't say anything about it as he walked away. It was his turn to be embarrassed when the teacher of our next class commented on what a lovely smiley he had attached to his back... I later found out that his so called friends were not embarrassed that they hadn't told him.

There is my embarrassing story with the word embarrassing used in it quite a lot.

Jealousy

The jealousy of friends, of random people, of thoughts of those friends or random people. Of people long dead. Or children smarter than you ever were at their age. Of course these children are generally socially incompetent so you take a vicious pleasure of taking advantage of them. Because of jealously. The jealousy of a girl of another's shoes or their boyfriend. The jealousy of a guy of another's skill at sports or their girlfriend. These are stereotypical and may not apply to all. But the majority of us get jealous of some of the most minute things. Were human and its a human reaction therefore most people - including myself mind you - do so but will deny it til' their grave. People are so different from each other that the most random people react to the most random things that you would never expect. Of course that is what they say about you. some times you don't even know that you are jealous until some one points it out to you and your so embarrassed that you are but you didn't realize it that you become jealous of the fact that they saw it and you didn't. These people are generally nice about it. If they're pointing it out that probably means that they care about you. Guys this is a big hint. If your jealous of one of your friends that's a girl going and doing some thing with someone else - not necessarily even another guy but of just her going for a girls night out- then you probably like her. Chances are she knows this and is waiting for you to catch the hint hence she is flirting with you in a round about way. Course this goes both ways. If your girlfriend is doing this to you then i'm just going to say one word "communication". Wow that was a long random tangent.

Stress

Ugh.  I have too much of it already I don't really need to write about it... At times i swear my life revolves around doing what will give me the least amount of stress. Unfortunately this gives more stress in the thoughts of "should I worry about it this time?"  Or "since I didn't do this now I should do that but that causes more stress than doing the thing that caused stress in the first place". I know that one shouldn't live in this vicious circle but funny thing about circles is they don't end. Stress is caused by the inactivity of the brain in changing to different circumstances. such as walking and breathing at the same time instead of sitting and breathing. Some times the stress is solely inflicted by yourself. Other times you have no control over anything what so ever. Other times one is influenced by the other.

Courage

The courage to do the right thing, the courage to think for yourself, the courage to just say no. There are many different kinds of courage.  You have the war heroes that risk life and limb to get their friends back home. That is courage. The audacity to stand up one more time and still spit in the devils eye takes the same amount of courage and will power I think. The courage to take the chance and just hope and pray that the girl sitting over there really does like you and isn't just teasing you. Different form of courage but courage non the less. There are problems of too much courage and not enough thought.  This is where the guy at the funeral says "i'm sorry but they died very courageously". OK great but they're still dead. Obviously this is a very extreme example but I think it shows my point nicely. Courage has to be tempered with wisdom, patience and humility. Some times it takes all the courage in every fiber of your being to just sit there and wait.