i'm an artiste

the weather here has been hot over the last few days. it gets muggy and humid here. may 30 was the hottest may 30 on record here ever. i think it was 34 or something like that. today it was kind of cooler, it tried to rain a little, but the rain wasn't overly successful. there were two things that the heat made me miss.
1) sitting in our 2x4 metre blow up pool in the backyard at york street, drinking drinks and watching the tv through aaron's bedroom window. good times.
2) not being able to go and swim in the coean. who cares how hot it gets when you can swim in the ocean.

tonight we had this special prayer session as part of the 24/7 prayer week. it was art. now, i am a useless artist, in terms of art,i am so not creative. at all. seriously. i still think i am hurt by my year 9 art teacher - i don't even remeber his name, it began with an m, all i remember is that he looked like a gorilla - anyway i did what i thought was the best piece of art work i had ever done and he gave me an e. that put me off art for life. so i went into this session very skeptical. i'm not really into fluffy stuff either. and for me, art if fluffy. (no offensive to any real artists out there, but that's what i think). i was seated at the naughty table (that's what we called ourselves) because we were supposed to be silent and we kept talking. we were all given a small canvas and a word. we then painted. i have to admit that i loved it. my piece of art even had meaning. by the end of it, i was really happy with what i had done. all the little canvasses actually go together and make a circle. it looks really good. i did art. i was good.