"Is this any way to start a newww yeaar?"
'Sup, kids.
I got back from New York on Thursday. On the plane I sat next to these nice, old people that also live in Spring Hill. They were like, "Wow, you're the first person we've met that knows where Spring Hill is and you live there too!" I liked them.
My trip was nice but the best day was definitely the last. My dad, my cousin, and I went to Manhattan in the morning and headed straight towards the Museum of Modern Art. There was this massively long line outside but my fancy aunt that works at NBC managed to get us tickets so we got to skip the hullabaloo. I got to see all the really cool stuff that was in the Gardner's. It's so exciting to realize you're standing inches away from something that Picasso or Van Gogh or Pollock painted. There I met thebasselope which was OMGSOAWESOME. We totally pulled that off. She's just the greatest. Before we left I went crazy and bought prints of The Persistance of Memory, Les Demoisells d'Avignon, and The Starry Night and a history of art t-shirt that looks like this:
Afterwards, we walked around for a bit, had gyros like we do every year for lunch, and I decided that I really needed to get my Rent t-shirt after waiting for two years. We went to one store and the gay guy at the counter was really snobby so we left. We went to the next store and they didn't have my size. Finally, after I almost gave up, we went back to the Nederlander theatre and walked in towards the end of the first half. My cousin and I went up close to the door and sang along to the words and during intermission I went in to buy the shirt. As I turned around to leave the guy that let us in said, "Do you guys wanna see the rest of the show?" "...YES." It was terribly exciting. This time I knew what was going on AND I got to sing along. And both the Roger and Matt that I had last time were performing again. So was Frenchie Davis, but nobody cares because she sucks. I considered standing outside to see Jackieface again but that would have been king of stalkerish...
Yesterday I had my graduation pictures done. The process is so disgustingly lame that it makes me sad. You can only get your picture into the yearbook if you go to the OMGSPECIALPLACE and pay them a few hundred dollars and bring many outfits. I call that stupid. Anyway, I got a haircut in the morning (I actually like this one) and later when we walked into a department store my mother suckered me into getting one of those fancy make-over things. I did not like having a woman that looked like an old Rita Skeeter with halitosis hovering over my face. At one point I was sitting there and I think she was putting "foundation" on me and she said, "Open." I opened my mouth. "No, your eyes." "Oh...sorry." I think the orthodontists still have me trained.
Later on was my cousin's sweet sixteen party. My relatives kept saying how wonderful I looked. People only think you look pretty when you have on a pound of make-up and fancy hair. That sucks. I have to admit, though, I had fun at the party. I talked to Johnny (skinny-puppy boy) a few times. He's not so bad. I actually got up to dance, too. Which reminds me:
Dear white people,
Grabbing a member of the opposite sex by the stomach from behind and gyrating to and fro is not dancing. Stop doing it. Thanks.
-Me
And I've become the family photographer so I kept myself occupied. I find great joy in catching stupid and/or funny things on camera.
I have a bunch of family visiting so we've been hanging (thus preventing me from finishing up my summer work, whoa, boy). Tomorrow I might finally get to go to the Dalí museum, W00T.
Somebody remind me to post my Puerto Rico pictures, please. And maybe even the New York ones that I took last year. Thanks.
I got back from New York on Thursday. On the plane I sat next to these nice, old people that also live in Spring Hill. They were like, "Wow, you're the first person we've met that knows where Spring Hill is and you live there too!" I liked them.
My trip was nice but the best day was definitely the last. My dad, my cousin, and I went to Manhattan in the morning and headed straight towards the Museum of Modern Art. There was this massively long line outside but my fancy aunt that works at NBC managed to get us tickets so we got to skip the hullabaloo. I got to see all the really cool stuff that was in the Gardner's. It's so exciting to realize you're standing inches away from something that Picasso or Van Gogh or Pollock painted. There I met thebasselope which was OMGSOAWESOME. We totally pulled that off. She's just the greatest. Before we left I went crazy and bought prints of The Persistance of Memory, Les Demoisells d'Avignon, and The Starry Night and a history of art t-shirt that looks like this:
Afterwards, we walked around for a bit, had gyros like we do every year for lunch, and I decided that I really needed to get my Rent t-shirt after waiting for two years. We went to one store and the gay guy at the counter was really snobby so we left. We went to the next store and they didn't have my size. Finally, after I almost gave up, we went back to the Nederlander theatre and walked in towards the end of the first half. My cousin and I went up close to the door and sang along to the words and during intermission I went in to buy the shirt. As I turned around to leave the guy that let us in said, "Do you guys wanna see the rest of the show?" "...YES." It was terribly exciting. This time I knew what was going on AND I got to sing along. And both the Roger and Matt that I had last time were performing again. So was Frenchie Davis, but nobody cares because she sucks. I considered standing outside to see Jackieface again but that would have been king of stalkerish...
Yesterday I had my graduation pictures done. The process is so disgustingly lame that it makes me sad. You can only get your picture into the yearbook if you go to the OMGSPECIALPLACE and pay them a few hundred dollars and bring many outfits. I call that stupid. Anyway, I got a haircut in the morning (I actually like this one) and later when we walked into a department store my mother suckered me into getting one of those fancy make-over things. I did not like having a woman that looked like an old Rita Skeeter with halitosis hovering over my face. At one point I was sitting there and I think she was putting "foundation" on me and she said, "Open." I opened my mouth. "No, your eyes." "Oh...sorry." I think the orthodontists still have me trained.
Later on was my cousin's sweet sixteen party. My relatives kept saying how wonderful I looked. People only think you look pretty when you have on a pound of make-up and fancy hair. That sucks. I have to admit, though, I had fun at the party. I talked to Johnny (skinny-puppy boy) a few times. He's not so bad. I actually got up to dance, too. Which reminds me:
Dear white people,
Grabbing a member of the opposite sex by the stomach from behind and gyrating to and fro is not dancing. Stop doing it. Thanks.
-Me
And I've become the family photographer so I kept myself occupied. I find great joy in catching stupid and/or funny things on camera.
I have a bunch of family visiting so we've been hanging (thus preventing me from finishing up my summer work, whoa, boy). Tomorrow I might finally get to go to the Dalí museum, W00T.
Somebody remind me to post my Puerto Rico pictures, please. And maybe even the New York ones that I took last year. Thanks.