Let's Go For A Walk.

Today, we had a school trip to DIA: Beacon, a contemporary art museum in upstate New York. It was a really pleasant trip. I learned on the trainride up there that my seminar teacher likes The Smiths. I can't help but like him a little more now.

I've never really seen so much contemporary art in one place before and they had very odd installations, which included video, flourescent lights, glass, mirrors, yarn, steel, and other such things. I think my favorite installation was Warhol's "Shadow" which is one piece with 73 canvases (there were originally 100). They're displayed all around the room in a line so you're immersed in the art, as our tourguide explained.

Everyone in our group either thought that our tourguide was cute or super hot. I was one of the kids who found him cute; he would've been hot if he had shorter hair and longer pants. But it was adorable how excited he was about the art he showed us. His name was Noah.

Also, in the Warhol room, they had these huge, extremely soft couches which were wonderful to longue on. Yes, I enjoy art, but I enjoy art from a comfortable seated position.

Tomorrow, I'm going to see The Kills and The Horrors at Webster Hall. I absolutely hate Webster Hall (bad experience a few years ago when I saw My Chemical Romance there). I can only hope they don't have the same douchebag bouncers and I should be fine.

I still need to make cookies for a baby shower tomorrow. I dunno whether I wanna do it now or wait until early tomorrow morning. It shouldn't take too long, if I go to bed early-ish and wake up early-ish. I always wait until the last minute to do things.

My friend, Jenna, has been writing me these adorable text message stories which I've been retyping onto my computer so I can have them forever and read them over again (my cellphone can only store 100 messages at a time).

My hormones have been going completely haywire lately. I have no clue what to do about that. It's beginning to get sort of worrisome.

-cyanide.