Bush won. Whatever. I don't particularly mind. I'm sorry. I'm a bad young person I guess.
Anyhoo, I went to a children's museum opening last night. It was pretty fun. It made me feel like my childhood was really deprived because I had nothing like that place when I was small. I had...books...and...a jump rope...o wait, I broke my jump rope. I had books. Well, anyway, to continue, I look at my baby cousin, Ling, and she has tons of toys, dollies a toy kitchen. I never had a toy kitchen. I had a toy frying pan and a toy fried egg and that was about it. She had fricken toy croissants...On one hand that sort of sucks, on the other, my imagination as a child was ever so much better than Ling's. I'll bet it never occurred to her that a hula hoop could be a pretend bathtub. Hah!
Well, at the museum there were people doing performances - I suppose they were all people who would be performing regularly at the little theater. One was a juggler, very impressive. Then came Captain Spectacular, or Galactica or Scholactica, whatever it is. He and his sidekick goggles decided to put on a show. Captain Spectacular was impressively decked out in a silver body suit with metallic diapers over it. His show consisted of playing with balls. I thought that was very amusing in my mind, and he and goggles should really keep their day job.
I also met one of the freshmen archis yesterday - "Call me Cookie," he said. Wow, I don't even call my boyfriend cookie, but okay. He's one of the three openly homosexual males in the freshmen class. I recalled a conversation some of the second years were having a while back about how there aren't any homosexuals in our class, and now that I think of it, it's true. All the other years have at least one gay person, we have zero. How odd. O well.
I have to go back to my work now - I'm designing an museum annex for Rachel Whiteread - I've got a really cool idea and I think it will look awesome as soon as I've figured out the logistics. I think I'll do that tonight and put it all together tomorrow - I've decided I don't like being in studio at night.
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