That was fun.

     A substitute yoga teacher.  Blonde.  Bangs.   Wearing a pink bra.  Nice.  Cute.  Cordial.  Relaxed.
     I'm just not crazy about standard hatha flow classes.  I've done a lot of them, and I get bored.  It's the same old thing.  Yes, you can find new things about it every time, but from my point of view, at this point, so what?  In any case, I'm a better person for having gone to class.  I feel all cleaned and gutted out.  My muscles on my legs are simmering.  It makes you feel alive.
     I have an idea for a blog entry.  Maybe this idea can be it's own blog.  That might be fun.  I've been wanting to write this for years.  Maybe I should start it on this blog, and see what happens.  I really want to do it.  I don't know what I am waiting for.  I just want to do my daily writing first.
     I like to write.  I most certainly do.  To write a cohesive story would be amazing.  I don't know if I do that, though.  I don't know what I do with the writing.  I'm an artist, I do what I do.  I don't care one way or another.  Yes, I do.  No, I don't.  You know.  I don't know.  Okay.  Whatever. 
     I don't like when people say 'whatever' to complete a thought.  I consider it kind of a cop-out.
     Okay...uh....well.......uh......now what?
     I'm supposed to be painting today.  I will.  I've been thinking about it all morning.  It is almost 2:00 p.m.  I have plenty of time to get going with it all.
     I would love to be a paid writer, and get pay checks in the mail.
     I don't want to work at the ball park anymore.  I will if I have to, but I really don't want to.  I wish I could get something going on before that.
     I qualify for financial aid at the YMCA.  My income per year is poverty level.  Now I just have to prove it, and that isn't easy.  If I can complete the forms, and get approved, I can get a 50% discount.
     The YMCA is an 'NPO'...a non-profit organization.  They bring in the bucks, and then I suppose it all gets pumped back into their programs.
     I have a program that needs funding.  I need nude, female models for my paintings.  I also need the space to do it in.  I got to get that going on.  That would be great.
     I just want to be an artist.  A working artist.  Someone who gets paid for their work.  That would be nice.
     Yeah, I'm really not too excited about the poverty thing anymore.  It's not really fun at all.  I don't know how many stupid jobs I have to work before the idea gets into my head that there has to be another way.
     I need to produce something that people will buy.
     I tell you, it sure is a lot more fun to have money laying around after someone just bought a painting.
     Taxes?  I have no problem paying taxes.  This is America.  It is what you are supposed to do.  Wesley Snipes is going to find out the hard way what it means when you don't pay taxes.  Three years in jail, man.  That sucks.
     Food and painting is all I have to worry about for the rest of the day.  Okay, that sounds good.
     Wow, it is going to be a new year.  I already have my plan.  Stay inside with a bottle of beer.  I will avoid the madness that is out there.  Maybe I will go for a walk and look at people, that is about it.  I have more than enough to keep me busy.
     The pan-handler outside of 7-11 didn't refer to me as a 'motherfucker' today.  That was nice of him.  I don't like that guy.  He watches all the customers, and how much money they have.  I don't like that intrusion.  All he does is stand there with a cup, smokes cigarettes, and rattles his cup, with a shit-eating grin on his face.  By the look of his new clothes, it seems to me he is doing pretty good.  Getting paid for doing nothing basically.  He has a smoke break every twenty minutes.
     I need a job.  I need an income.
     That was really nice watching Kurt Vonnegut footage last night.  I've never been able to see him talk before.  It was great.  I've enjoyed his books.  I haven't read one of his in quite a while.  Though he rated it a 'C', I enjoyed 'Breakfast of Champions'.  That book kind of hit me to the core of what a book could be.  I liked the drawings.  The little simple drawings had an effect on me.  I generally like author's drawings in their books.  It provides a visual break from the words.  Life is about more than just words.
     Anyway, there was a cute girl in class.  An Indian girl.  I tried not to look at her too much.  Nothing to see anyway.  Just makes it easy on the eyes when the pain of the exercises begins to hit.  Gives your brain something to do to avoid the discomfort of exercising.
     After two and a half years of yoga, I still don't like to exercise much.  I just do it so I can do the things I want to do all day long.
     I don't like the yoga classes that completely wipe you out afterward.  Today was a medium class, I'll be able to do stuff.  There have been times where it completely wipes me out so I have to lay down when I get home.  Other times, I get ravenously hungry.  It depends on the class.
     I'm ready to paint and do stuff.  That sounds good.
     I tell you, it is a lot easier to conceive of an art piece in my mind than it is to actually realize it and make it happen so that it actually exists.  It never comes out the way you think it will.  Sometimes it is better than you imagine, but most of the time it is worse.  Then I have to keep working and working until I get it the way I want.  Then, I never know if others will like it, much less if they will shell out some bucks to make a purchase.  It is a tough game.
     Anyway, I will see what happens.  Nothing else to do, but go to the bathroom....damn....always happens right when I want to get started with my work.  All I can do is laugh.  What else is there to do?
     But yeah, I really want to paint some naked people.  Maybe I will today.  Maybe I will paint some clothed ones, too.
     I'm not interested in painting guys all that much.  No one wants to see a guy in a painting, unless it is a famous guy, I guess.
     Okay, I guess I had better get to work.
     Also, I will be thinking about my next blog entry.
     :)