I have an idea for a new mask. Lots of gears; I'm not sure why it popped into my head, but it did. I think I can make it into something workable, but I'm not sure whose face to use. It should be a narrow face, I feel. maybe sort of pointy. I don't know.

Reading through Wordsworth yesterday. I love the book. It has a line marked with something like "Blake (according to Crabb Robinson) was deeply moved by lines 51-57." It makes me wonder if all the romantic poets just sat in a room, extremely high, and someone would say "Aw, man, that's awesome!" and someone else would take note. I wonder if, in reading further, I'll come across things like "Keats fell asleep at line 34," "Shelley was reading this poem aloud, and right at this part he just stopped and stood up and went to make nachos." It's a pleasant concept.

I like these lines, though, in the pretentiously-named "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early childhood:"

We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

I guess you're allowed to be ridiculous when you're fantastic?

This is for a close friend of mine. I don't usually let people see them before they're done, but for you guys, I'll make an exception.

  

And from the right side:
 
I'm pretty pleased with it, overall. It's kind of simple in its appearance, which I think makes the amount of time I put into it unforgivable - not to mention the amount of white paint.

Hello there, friends!

I've been home. It's weird, being home; you feel kind of stagnant, sometimes, like you don't belong. Like those things that haven't changed are just stagnant, and those things that have changed have left you behind. Where that leaves you, it's hard to say.

Art is really nice, isn't it? Writing and making masks are two things I'm working on. I've been making a mask for a very lovely young lady. I had her collect from four or five people close to her little statements about her. They wrote something about who she was, how she related to them. All of them stressed her love, her compassion, her adventurousness. She wrote something about herself, too. Similar things, but also that she was anxious, and smiled more on the outside than the inside. I suppose we all do that, though.
The mask will have a fair amount of purple, I think.

I'm also writing a story. It's not really taking off yet, but when I have a few more ideas about what it is, I'll mention it.

I have trouble with girls. I often have a tough time thinking of a relationship in a long-term way. This one I'm in now, for instance, I don't really imagine lasting longer than the semester.

There's another girl I'm really crushing on pretty hard. I'm terrified that I'll miss my chance with her. Sigh.

Kurt Vonnegut makes me feel kind of sick to my stomach, sometimes.

(Sorry for the randomness, just felt like posting -something- :P)