"Watching over you."

"Confident" is just not my middle name. It used to exist in my birth certificate, written in print, and shot with a melted candle sticker, but then my Confident blood fell and dropped in love with Sir Insecure. My wilting bravery is just not patching up and entertwining in well-embroidered threads. I could run, I could bend, I could rock until the end. But make it known--even mere assonances and alliterations could not boost who I am as the watcher of the world. But I wouldn't care being the watchman, as long as for me to watch over the doer of my dreams.

Because there would be a Campus devo today (and Mr. Special Somebody would be there again), my dad and I went together to his office until the devotional would take place. Before that though, we took a pit-stop to the Fine Arts Building of UP, and applied for their summer art classes. It was like stepping into a magnificent Kingdom Come for me.

Sculptures of fish made from scrap metal had their own glass-glow gallery beside a classroom of painters splashing and spraying paint on wooden canvasses, sculptures and crashed busts hung everywhere and artsy wooden benches would lie around lounging and welcoming the artistic eye to take a dunk in its comfort. I could stay there forever, truly. I'd love to stay there forever and live in art as my own.

I also found out the mom of a friend of mine, Gabbi, worked in that wonderful palace of dreams and imagination come true. She looked impressively young, and I loved her quirky, welcoming personality. I mean, just looking at her desk, she seemed like a fun person--you can't deny Neo and Joker puppets made out of foam and standing three feet tall stranding around among papers and paraphernalia all decorated with stripes, checkers, and butterflies.

After tiptoeing through the wonderful stepping stones of the beautiful art school, dad and I went to get ice cream. He had Pistachio and Mango, I had Rocky Road and Raspberry. And they didn't give me massive brain freeze, huzzah.

We went back to dad's office where I aimlessly drew stuff while waiting for the hours to end and to get to the devo at 6 o' clock, looking at American Idol reviews while the long minutes turned into consequential hours. Apparently Adam and Danny flopped, mainly because Adam was not at all a country guy and Danny though his vocals were brilliant was ranted on for his white polar expeditionist's parka.

To momentarily make a leap in the time elapse coordinates dating after the devo, the actual performances were much better and much worse than what the numerous reviews said. In instance, Micheal Sarver though one of my favorites flopped today, becoming worse than as described in the reviews. Unscrupulously, also Adam was worse than in the reviews. He was more trying to bring my dead snake Hazel back to life and seducing a fox than actually performing. Still sexy, but horrible in terms of vocals.

Danny was also worse than reviews could explain. Not only was his parka a disturbing addition, but the song wasn't an outstanding choice. Anoop, Lil, Megan, Matt and Allison all did well for me. They are shoo-ins for the Top 10. I just DESPISE of Kris. Nothing he's doing is making me change my mind about him--he is JUST PLAIN BORING. And he's not a good singer either, seriously. Scott as the blind boy scout of the trooper herd might have played it safe, but I believe he can do better. Alexis just isn't the kind of person I'd like to hear Jolene from. I love the song, actually, but the entire arrangement was something I wouldn't love.

Anyway, bouncing back to the real world and not ranting on television primetime specials, the devo was quite pleasant. Though, having to sit in a little room screaming with ugly orange deafening the walls, I had the pleasure of sitting with my friend Joy and rant with her about Watchmen. I had trouble getting through the room's door because I had no keys. Luckily Carl came with keys of his own and then succeedingly Mike, Joseph, Micheal (Mike and Micheal are different people), Paulo, Jasi, Arnie, Pate, Pam, Mikka, Sir Erwin and his Astroboy t-shirt, and everyone else started crowding in.

I absolutely love Mikka. Also other than ranting with Joy, I also told Mikka about the Watchmen plot, and ranted with her about Watchmen. Dad gave the epic message of the night analyzing the reasons why Potiphar appointed Joseph as guard of all of his possessions. It was mainly because Potiphar, even as ungodly as he was, admired Joseph because he saw God in him spiritually and how he acted toward others in wisdom.

Mr. Special Somebody. He may never find out and he may never know that someone out there is watching over him, and will watch over him until the day he goes away. I'll be the watchmen of his life. And he may never know it.