Marble Statues, Pointy Ears and Sleep Deprivation
SO, this morning, i was lucky enough to get up ontime at 5:30 - absolutely insane by the way, i'd reccomend getting up much later, and when possible sleeping through the entire morning. I went to school, i was my usual zombieish self, having had no sleep and, by the way, i'm not a morning person AT ALL. Then i went to HR, got report card, enough A's to get me home (to Manhattan) on saterday, i giggled uncontrolbly for a while, it was good. Then we went on this field trip to the University of Penn museam of anthropologie and archeology. On the bus ride there Liz and i were supposed to super-plan for NY on Saterday, but we didn't. I ended up listening to batboy the musical soundtrack, and complaining about how No Doubt's Rock Steady sounds like a wacked out '80s disco dance party. I love batboy by the way, go see it while its still open, mmm-pointy ears and fangs!Lots of laughs, very good - cheessy music, maybe, but at least its "rock" as far as "broadway" goes anyway...Back to today... ELizabeth and I plotted leaving to go to the Steve Madden store (1/2 block away), Urban Outfitters (1 block away), and Starbucks (right across the street) with our fellow gifted students. We didn't actually leave, although i never expected to. I never would have if it came down to it. I mean, i'm too parinod for such things. I like to pretend that i have fun all the time, and pay no heed to rules, but there was just no way in hell i ever would have left the museam. My trip to NY is too close, and i've worked too hard. But, anyway, we went on these two tours inside the museam, and while they were "interesting" i would have prefered to wonder off on my own. Most people find it dreadfully dull to wonder around halls and stare at pottery and marble statues for hours, but ELizabeth and i are not of that opinon. For one, it beats school any day, i got to skip gym, science and math, and anything that's going to get me out of what i refer to as "hell" then, i'm going to love it. Also, i find museams very interesting (some more than others - we once spent theree/four hours in the VanGogh exibit at the art museam - truly amazing and inspiring.) Not only are we learining about our own cultures' roots, but we are learning about other cultures, and we can then pick what we find to be totally interesting, and then adapt them into our own lives, but you can be inspired by a piece of pottery from a thousand years ago; You can get an idea from the way an eye is lined on a statue, or you can just marvel at what once was. Plus, as stupid as it sounds, sometimes i just like to stare at an object, and think, think of the thousands of years ago, who might have designed it, sculpted it, painted it, hated it, loved it. I think of all the lips that may have closed around a spoon...of the all the days an egyptian woman may have used her compact...of all the conversations that took place around the very vase sitting in front of my face, the very vase that i am indeed conversing in front of. Are these artifacts not like those i use in the decor of my own home? Is the same intent not in mind? In three thousand years, will someone else be staring at the candle holder i once made out of clay, the lamp i once bought at IKEA? All these diffrent lives, connected byu the fact, that at one time or another, they have all come in contact with one, ordinary, stupid, yet so signicifigant vase! How could that be absolutely dull? I think that that is why i get so freaked out in the mummy exhibit, its just weird, to have the body of someone who once lived, who once formed thoughts, who once loved decaying in front of your eyes. I am absolutely insane...whatever, i'm gonna move on now. So, we saw all this really cool museamy stuff (i was bored at some points during the too-long tours though), and then we went home on the bus and i listened to some more batboy (Tehehe), and then ELizabeth had me listen to Saves The Day, who aren't as bad as i initally thought. And, we went back to school, and then home. I read House of Leaves (as should everyone) and then i decided after 2 pages that i didn't want to concentrate, so i watched trading spaces - it was even a good one with Genevive...anyway, then i just like passed out on my couch - at five o'clock - okay, that's pathetic, people should not sleep in the middle of the day. True, i was reading the King Must Die, one of the most dull books i've read since Kidnapped or the Time Machine, but still, it was 5:00. I realize i can't sleep 4 and 5 hours a nite without something having to give, but that's what weekend mornings are for. Argh! and now that its okay to go to bed, my mind is racing, and i won't sleep for hours. I tried to write a song about it last week in scinece - didn't work though. I have a personal theory, that no matter how many times i attempt, i won't write a song for a year yet, or at least until learn to play my guitar - damn- i didn't practice today - i'm screwed now...argh again. Blah, blah, blah, time for bed i think, or at least some more exercizes in my grammer book, i think somehow, they may combine into one activity...until next time, then...