"I have paint in my hair!"

So spoken by one Amanda at an interesting afternoon art project.

I was waiting for my algebra teacher to be done with a meeting so she could...remedy the hopelessness of my...skills. Anyway, I decided to hang out with Amanda and do my math review while she painted her phoenix (background: Amanda won in the school's mascot drawing competition, her phoenix was deemed the best, so she gets to paint one on the wall by the gym).

We were in the middle of a relatively normal conversation about math, boys, etc when she knocked over a can of bright red paint. Now when I say knocked over, I mean REALLY on the floor, walls, ceiling, PAINTING, bookbags, shoes,EVERYTHING knocked over! REdredredredred. She an dI were doubled over laughing. She left to get paper towels and I took a hesitant glance at my math work, looking for stainage. None! Miraculous!

She returned after a few moments with a massive wad of paper towels and a giggling Helene to help with the dammage. We immdiately started trying to smooth the paint off the phoenix so that it could be painted over with relative ease. I started on the floor and proceded to get wet redness all over my hands and a bit on my neck as well (it's just a flesh wound!). Then I realized that I looked like I had been sacrificing small animals...I also decided about then that I really didn't care.

So at 4-ish, I went upstairs to chill with the math teacher. As she was showingme how to do a particular problem, she caught sight of my hands which, at that point, were the only paint-covered parts of me. She was a bit shocked, but I explained it to her and she laughed.

Once done trying to salvage my math grade, I went back downstairs to see how Amanda was functioning. I found her on the floor fuming over ANOTHER spilled paint can! This one had been doen by a passing elementary student. However, it stayed on the floor...and my feet.

Then Amanda decided to make me into her masterpeice. At present moment, I am sitting at the computer with dry red paint on my hands, legs, and face. Anne laughed and asked what happened to me, Amy (Amanda's sis) laughed and had Amanda do her face too, Sol just asked me how my face was (haha), and Pete just ignored it. Didn't say a word. Either he didn't notice (HIGHLY unlikely) or he thinks I am looking for attention. Maybe I am. So what?

Anyway, Amy and I tried to get Amanda back and we realized that she had a rather large red spot in her hair. Hahahahahaha! Painting is fun!