So many things

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Friday I saw Wavves with Ganglians and Beach Fossils at Market Hotel. It was a great show. Almost died, but then again...it wouldn't be a show at Market Hotel if my life wasn't threatened in at least one way.

Around 4 am while I was sitting in bed editing photos, twitter exploded with talks of a fight between Jared from Black Lips and Nathan from Wavves at Daddy's. Daddy's sounded really familiar and then I remembered OH HAYYY that's the bar like two doors away from my apartment. Cool story.

Yesterday I met up with Grace and Hillary. We had lunch and caught up on various crazy college stories (well, their crazy college stories...I haven't had that much of an exciting life lately). We went over to Grace's apartment, which BTW is a penthouse apartment (she failed to mention that to Hillary and me and then we got into the elevator and she pressed the "PH" button, Hillary and I exchanged very impressed facial expressions). The apartment was beautiful and we sat out on the terrace and it was really so amazing. The view is beautiful. East River to your right, all of New York to your left. The kitchen was made entirely out of mirrors and Hillary and I felt compelled to have a photo shoot...so we did. They went back to Tuxedo and I met up with Caitlin and Misty for Misty's birthday dinner. It was really nice!

Spent all of today watching The OC. Like actually all day...whatever, I'm not ashamed. Maybe a little bit? ...hmm nope.

Tomorrow I am waiting for a package until 2 and then probably watching The OC all day...again. This is going to be a very wordy entry (as if you haven't already noticed that...), I'm on a roll tonight. I just wrote the longest email of my life to someone that asked me about the pros/cons of concert photography. I had too much to say, couldn't contain MY PASSSSSIIIIOOOON! It all spilled out.

Also: It's funny. I feel super disconnected from anyone and everyone because I didn't dorm. I mean, I do not in any way regret getting an apartment. I am ultimately happier and I know I would probably be (for the most part) miserable dorming. But I can't help but feel of secluded from any/every social activity that involves my peers. I guess I'm feeling a little lonely and shacking myself up in my apartment to watch The OC all day probably isn't helping but whatever. I suppose I'm in a rut, I'll eventually get over it. Also kinda feeling totally uninspired lately but that's just because of me being antisocial. Also, I miss my friends that went away to college. I miss having a group of good friends. I feel like a lot of my old friends don't even like me anymore and I feel like they're happy they finally got rid of me or something. GOD WHY AM I BEING SO DEPRESSING.

Anywaaaay...it's actually like 5 am now and I should probably get ready to go to bed even though I am past the point of feeling tired at this point.

Like Fred Sandback, but not AS stupid (but still pretty stupid)

For Line to Pixel on Monday we had to channel our inner Fred Sandback and create a yarn sculpture in Washington Square Park.
The first time I saw a Fred Sandback piece was when I went to the Dia:Beacon last year for a senior enrichment trip. All I can really say about the Dia is that I hate it. I hate it a lot. It's so pretentious it makes me cringe. Not only that but the people that work there are rude as HELL and think they are really important because they can talk about a piece of yarn like it's symbolic of something so much deeper than it's appearance.

No.

I really dislike Fred Sandback. I think his work is really, really stupid. I am not a fan of art like this. I don't consider hanging a piece of yarn from the ceiling to the ground a piece of "art." I feel like there needs to be some sort of artistic ability, some sort of skill used. Another thing about art for me, is that it needs to be visually appealing. Art stripped down to its most basic component: its appearance. It needs to catch my eye. Before I can consider its meaning or what it symbolizes, I need to care, and to care I have to be drawn to it.

I think what bothers me the most about "art" such as Fred Sandback's yarn sculptures is the fact that there are people out there who are incredibly talented that aren't getting any deserved attention while this asshole is getting millions of dollars for his fucking string. NOT OKAY.

I will give the Dia some credit though: when I went they had these really awesome sculptures of spiders that were HUGE. I forget the artist's name but it was a woman. I feel like her name started with an L but I totally forget. There was also a huge hedge made out of metal that was really gorgeous. But that's all I can remember liking. Everything else was just ridiculous (and in a bad way.) Which reminds me that I need to find a welding class and soon because I REALLY want to learn how to weld.

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Anywho, end to my rant.

We had to make our own yarn sculptures. It was fun. We got some stares, but obviously for good reason...
Also got yelled at by some crazy woman who told me I reminded me of her grandmother and then proceeded to ask us if Melody, Karina and I worked for the C.I.A? Yeah, that makes perfect logical sense.

Here are some pictures of our ~*~CrEaTiOn~*~










Went back to Tuxedo today for Stelle's birthday. Went out to dinner with the family and watched TV with Stelle all night. She is now asleep but I keep watching "The Secret Lives of Women." So far I've watched one about women in porn, amazon woman (body builders), and little people women. Fun stuff.