leaving a paint streak in the world somewhere.
2010-08-03, 12:38 p.m.

cold coffee. thinking of math games a third grader would like. wasting time before my internship.

maybe it's not wasting time, but doing whatever i want before grad school doldrums kicks in on the very first day of school. it's fucking awful, but i get the high of hard work after a while. or maybe it's the delirious day dreaming of chronic sleeplessness.

is it dangerous for you to read my thoughts? will i feel vulnerable if you do? no i won't, because chances are you probably think some of the same thoughts. i like to read what other people write and sometimes it has given me some comfort that others feel what i feel. sometimes it gets me through my depressions.

i have a couple of stencils under my bed. i kept forgetting that i made them and made more. I don't put them outside, i put them on canvases because the paper i use is very thin. i can do more detailed work that way.

i like stencils of butterflies and faces in weird places, like garbage cans and random dirty walls. i like that someone went to the trouble of putting something beautiful there. i also think it's good for the imagination of children. i want them to believe in the idea that the world is their canvas and they can leave their mark =)