Goodbye Tupac

My computer's name is Tupac. I'm leaving it alone for three and a half days while I swan around Paihia. Isn't it handsome.

Each night, around ten thirty or later, I get ready for bed. My routine is:

• get into pyjamas
• wait for flatmate to go to bed (so she doesn't see first hand how much of our precious dial up I use)
• get out Tupac
• dial up an internet connection
• check emails
• BLOG

I'm sure Tupac will enjoy the time apart. I - on the other hand - will no doubt break into a cold sweat tomorrow night as I sit in my hotel room and realise I can't play one game of Hearts before bed, or watch one more episode of the Fresh Prince. I just hope that Paihia has an internet cafe so I can continue to blog or at least email...

In other news I had another nudie drawing class tonight. I had a minor battle with the instructor as he thinks I shade too heavily making my pictures dark. Frankly I like that my pictures are heavily shaded.

Instructor man made me try a new technique - which looks spaz (yeah, I know, it's a butt, which doesn't help): The guy next to me (who is way good) whispered to me that he liked my style better as well and that I should remember the reason I am doing the class is to create stuff I like. Too right.

Sadly, I'm having no luck convincing my *former* nudie drawing companion the same thing: she's too affected by instructor man's tendancies to steal the pencil from her hand and make the drawing his own. As a result I had to tell instructor man she was 'sick' today. When really she was at Matterhorn. I fear she may never return to the Wellington Arts Centre.