I’m such a compulsive person. I can’t just drink one caramel macchiato, paint one abstract, write one poem– it’s always all or nothing with me. In fact, I realized that I absolutely detest the word, “moderation.” It’s so…. sane and it makes me feel like I’m a bad human being.
I remember one time Leah and I went down to San Clemente with her father and we both had a violent urge to make s’mores… not the classy kind over a campfire either, but the white-trash “stove-top” variety. After binging on about 6 s’mores each, her rational father said, “Everything in moderation girls.” What the hell? I blushed. I wilted. My screaming appetite was muffled.
I haven’t been able to look at him the same since that trip.
Anyhow, I’m about to run out and buy more canvases. I painted three paintings yesterday:
I’m on a roll and I can’t help myself. I actually painted these for Leah since she’s leaving to France on Saturday. They are 8×11 travel-sized.
Yesterday I went rollerskating with Leah and Scott and discovered a new passion. Rollerskating is my next new “thing.” I want to take lessons when I get back to Irvine and get ridiculously good at it. I even had visions of going on MTV’s MADE (never going to happen). You just always see that one “cool” person at the rink who you secretly want to be. Last night it was this 60 something year-old black guy, who was so smooth it hurt.
I will be him someday.
*UPDATE*
Just got offered and accepted an incredible opportunity working for Creative Connections at UCI, documenting, photographing, designing, & filming. 
I’m off to buy canvases and a sketch book.
