So you think he is going out with her because she has nice skin?

I finally had time and extra money to eat Fetuccini Alfredo at Numero Uno today. Mike, one of the teachers at where I practice guitar walked in. "I have no idea what drugs they put in this pizza," he remarked, implying the deliciousness of it, and then pointed to my Fetuccini, "or that!" And he cracked some jokes about Oprah on TV.

Today in Capoeira, Andres expressed how he was depressed at watching old videos of himself where he apparently played more aggressively. He described his recent playing as "vacation Capoeira." He praised how I come from Glendale and still make it consistently. As long as we show up, he doesn't have a problem with us being late because we have things to do. He volunteered an excuse for me that I'm taking a while to transition to his school's style, but he didn't know what's everyone else's excuse for learning slower than his expectations.

I also saw him as mortal today when I was holding up the pads for him and he missed a few kicks. He also mentioned being near-sighted and light-sensitive and that the light was in his eyes. Anyway, I stuffed a shoot-in attempt from my classmate, Brian (not to be confused with Brian at the GNC or my old college roommate Brian), who happens to be a wrestler. Yay me!

Certel - I'll just continue to spell her name like this until I finally confirm the correct spelling - mentioned being 1/4 black, 1/4 white, and 1/2 Native American (which she erroneously labeled "Indian," but I corrected her). And then she got into an almost heated debate with Jesse about whether my eyes were real. She's the pessimist. Jesse believes in me. God I hate lying to people.

Stayed home and caught a whole episode of WWE RAW.