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Today was GREAT.

Not the school part.

Well, school was okay. Valerie gave me this piece of paper about "a mommy and a daddy" and after the first sentence I stopped reading it because Chris Menz likes to invade my privacy and probably would have "What the hell?"ed at it. >_>

So Mrs. Towle said that I wasn't supposed to come in today (even though she told me to!) and I sat in the lobby and stuff for an hour and a half while Katey played fifty ******** questions with me. What's you favorite drink? What's your favorite sport? What's your favorite color? What's your favorite soda? BLAH BLAH BLAH.

I finished my book and was rereading it in the hopes that people would GET THE HINT and leave me alone.

So mum picked me up. Went home. Picked up my notan. Went to Portland with daddykins. Called up the dude, then we went to his building.

It was a really BIG building. He was on the ninth floor, so we go in to the fancy place and on the ninth floor he's got his secretary waiting for us. This place is so fancy and neat. She says, "Ohhh, the famous artist! I'll ring him up to let him know you're here."

So Cadot comes out and he's got white hair but not yet an old man, y'know? He was wearing a full suit and he brings dad and I into this circular room that has an entire wall of windows that overlook some water. It was BEAUTIFUL. He's really nice, shaking my hand and complimenting me on my work. He sets down the check and I sign this paper with dad as my witness (he's an attorney: can't expect anything less). Then he slaps down the check, which I hand to father. cool

Then while dad chatters away with the secretary he leads me through his whole ninth floor. All the offices were arranged in a figure eight around the secretary's office. So he brings me in all of the rooms, points out the arts, their artists, and their medium. He had two paintings that were made by a baker a few blocks down. He applied the paint with knives and when it was down, carved intricate designs into the dried paint. Pretty sweet, eh? biggrin

There were SO many paintings and prints there, and they were all so varying. People in their open-doored spaces looked up from their work from time to time and smiled at me. We didn't spend more than fifteen minutes there before riding the elevator back down, but it left a huge impression on me.

So we're both kind of happy. I connect dad's iPod to the car stereo and I put on Bicycle Race. So I'm kind of mouthing the lyrics and I look at the sidewalk and there's this middle-aged dude with shoulder length black hair, black clothes, and a guitar case slung over his shoulder. He looks up at us as we're waiting at the light, nods his head, and says, "Common tastes" or something similar to that. I couldn't really hear over Freddy's voice, but it made me laugh. xd

Then -this is even better- we go to Micky D's. So I went to the bathroom and when I get back dad's getting the drinks and next to him is this pudgy little kid who's probably in the third or fourth grade. The conversation went like this:

"What kind of drink are you getting?"

"My mom told me not to talk to strangers."

"Oh. Sorry."

"S'okay."


rofl

Couldn't stop laughing. And then dad said, "At least he said that much. You would have said, 'Hi. My name's Meghan. I like reading and getting kidnapped! C:"

It's not my fault that I trusted people at a young age.. ninja

Then Bruce Jones called me and I got a reffing job for Saturday at three.