Not tired in the slightest.

Can’t stop thinking about Terry.

Finished my homework, but that’s about all I can say I accomplished.

I was talking to Keith all day today (he’s turning me on to the wonderful Philip Glass), when I told him all about this plan I’d had for ages to make a huge stuffed weighted companion cube for Terry for Christmas. I had calculated out how much fabric I’d need and I was looking for stores in the area.

No. Don’t do it. Keith said.

“Why?”

“‘Cause that’s what a boyfriend would do.”

And then I feel shitty the rest of the night. Talked to Amanda via twitter a bit about this documentary she saw about people jumping off of the Golden Gate Bridge. Put it on my Netflix queue.

Reading about Mondrian’s feud with Theo van Doesburg.

Really want to paint a Mondrian reproduction.

(I secretly like van Doesburg’s stuff better…but I liked Mondrian first.)

Get a little pissed at myself for being that pretentious.

They had an argument and stopped being friends because Mondrian was all about vertical and horizontal lines, and van Doesburg valued the diagonal line more.

Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn’t it?

I desperately want to go down to Utrecht and load up on canvases. I think I’ll do that on my way back from work Tuesday. Or maybe I’ll take Grammie’s car on a joyride down to the mall (a recipe for doom). I’ll do it Tuesday. Thugs won’t steal my canvases. They hate art *brandishes paintings like kryptonite*

My wrists are killing me tonight.

I’m going to go lie in bed and not think about him.