Boca boca boca

Life is just too good right now.

Painfully good.

Frighteningly good.

Boo!

Today my Painting 1 teacher took me aside to grade my first painting and said that he wanted to chose my piece to have displayed in one of the offices of the central classroom. He also said that I should keep a price for the piece in the back of my head because often people buy the pieces displayed. Then a few minutes later he came back and said that he talked to Terrance Carroll the other day (First black elected state representative for Colorado) and said that he wanted to propose my piece to be displayed THERE! How AWESOME is that? My first real painting ever! Did I mention I hate painting? I called my dad and told him and he was so proud of me, he said, "Well little Puppi, you were always the artistic one when you were little". It feels good to FINALLY be good at something!

After I finally left campus around 9:30pm I went and met Whitney and his skateboard dude-friends at Steuben's. I had a good time! I also had about 4 glasses of Diet Coke.

Oh-Sunday morning around 6am, I hear a banging on my door and my doorbell ring and someone yelling outside it. I am pissed off and cranky that I am woken up and assume its a friend or something. So I get out of bed in my underwear and answer the door and there is a gun in my face and someone saying "Denver Police! Open the door!" He interrogates me to find out who is in the apartment with me and I tell him, my friend Britt is here. He looks confused and realizes he is at the wrong apartment. That fucking bastard cop did not say sorry to me. I was simply left standing there very stunned and in my underwear.