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My Sunday...I Can't Wait For Friday.

June 3rd, 2002 - 12:18 a.m.

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I'm still tired. That hasn't changed at all since last night. In fact, it might even be worse than it was last night. But I'm updating anyway and it might even be longer than last night's was at the rate I seem to be going (not that it would be difficult to beat last night's two paragraphs, but still...). I should put in the month of June, but I don't feel like it. I'll get around to archiving stuff eventually. It's not like it's that important or anything. It probably rates around a negative 3 on my level of important things I should do at the moment.

As for why I'm tired, this job of mine is really exhausting. I get a day off every once in a blue moon, if I can manage it. And sometimes I can only get a day off by delegating what I'm supposed to be doing to someone else. Like this coming Friday. I'm really looking forward to that day. It means that I get a day off before I have another exhausting weekend. Oh, and I might be able to have next Sunday off too because the only thing on the schedule is this picnic-type thing held just outside the high rises. I don't particularly want to go to that, but if that's the only thing I have to do on Sunday and it isn't until the evening, then I'll be pleased and I'll have some time to myself. Which is important if I don't want to go completely nuts. I suppose going completely nuts would be a bad thing, but eventually insanity looks attractive if you get to shirk all responsibilities in return for madness.

So today was the first day of the Sunday Brunch series kind of thing. We went to Chinatown and then the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I had cherry chicken and fried wontons at the Four Rivers (I think that's what it was called) in Chinatown and then we walked over to the museum. Cherry chicken is odd, but it was really pretty good. And those fried wontons are evil, but then again, almost anything with cream cheese in it is. The museum was too far away though and it really sucked to have to walk that far and then go walking through the museum so much. I wish I'd brought my camera to the museum. Of course, the batteries on my camera are almost dead I think so even if I'd brought it I probably couldn't have done much with it.

The museum was mind-blowing really. I mean, I'm not a big fan of art really and I know little to nothing about it, but I was still impressed. Of course, I think it might be easy to impress me. Well, that and the fact that they literally took entire rooms and buildings apart and then moved them to the inside of the museum and re-constructed them. There's an entire Japanese temple of happiness or something recreated, including the garden, in one of the rooms...and there's a teahouse and visitor's house or something right next to it. It was really quite astonishing. There were drawing rooms and things reconstructed too...including the artwork on the ceiling. It must've been a painstaking process to move enter things like that.

There were plenty of other things to marvel at too. I skipped the contemporary art section of the museum because I really hate modern art. I didn't want to see the abstracts and the irritating lines and colors that are supposed to "mean" something. What, I can never tell, but they're supposed to be all deep and meaningful. What I always say is that I could dribble paint across a canvas in various colors, but that doesn't mean that I, or anyone, would consider it to be art. So I don't know why it's considered art to others. Do they just make up some story to go along with it? Because I could do that too, but it still wouldn't make me an artist, just good at making stuff up. So what makes these people so special that they're "artists" instead of people who know nothing about art and just lie about it? I don't know, no one's ever explained it to me either.

What I really liked about the museum, in addition to the reconstructed buildings and rooms, tapestries, and Medievil selections, was the Monets. There were a few other painters in the European section that was something like 1750-1900 or so. I can't remember what the years were supposed to be. I could check, since I came back with a map, but I don't feel like getting up out of this chair and looking. The point though, is that the Monets were really great. I could have probably sat and stared at a couple of them for a really long time. Maybe I just have a fondness for Monet, but it was really cool to see them in real life instead of reproductions or posters. I can only wonder at the techniques used to create some of the effects the artists acheived. Especially the lighting stuff. That was really nifty.

Anyway, that was my weekend more or less. Well, actually, that was pretty much just my Sunday. I could tell you more about my Saturday (damn shopping...I spent soo much money. Ugh. On the other hand, I have dresses now. I haven't bought a dress in like 3 years.) but I don't feel like taking the time to do it. The only other thing about my Saturday is that it took a long time to get to the mall. It's really ridiculous when it takes you an hour and a half, two hours just to get to an outlet mall. The prices can't really be worth the time spent just getting there and back. Although, the buy 1, get 3 free sale at a store called Eye Candy was probably worth it. $30 for four items works out to about $7.50 per dress. I pay more to buy underwear than that sometimes. Speaking of which, why the hell is underwear so frigging expensive? Is men's underwear just as expensive or do they just take women to the cleaners on underwear because we like ours to be pretty? I guess I'll leave that for you to ponder. I'd be interested in hearing your responses, so go write me a little message on the board or something. It's getting lonely and dusty from disuse.



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