As I have no followers, (as I have no art ), this has become more of a diary than a journal, so here goes. I work at a school. Not as a teacher or anyone important, just a cog of a secretary that nobody ever notices until they need something. Which is fine with me. Because I am usually just stalking art or reading comics anyway. However, I have become quite the student of human nature. There is one student who comes into our office all the time. He is out of his freaking mind, refuses to take his medication, and is by far one of my favourite humans. He once came in with the spring from a tractor shock around his leg. No reason, it was just a fashion statement. He makes himself little casts out of paper and duct tape and generally is wearing someone else's clothing. Every once in a while he'll just show up and start juggling things or doing little dances. He makes me smile. He drives every other person in here completely crazy. I think he is probably the most brilliant child I have ever met, and just needs a good hobby. And possibly to live on a planet that appreciates him. It just reminds how nice it is not to be a kid in school. Because when I go home, and can wear farm equiptment, juggle, and dance all I want to and nobody sends me to the principals office.

Go Grownup!