Last night was amazing. Right after I left work I went back to the apartment, hanged, and left to go to the museum. I got in free and there was no one there at all. Amazing combination. They had a contemporary art exhibit, which left me in the most amazing mood possible. They had Sally Mann, Barbara Kruger, Banksy, Judd, Hirst, Rauschenberg, and so much more. I was shocked by the Banksy piece. I would never expect to see something like that in a non-major museum. It was half of a phone booth surrounded by rubble. The first time I passed by there, there were about 5 or 6 security guards just loitering and following me around because there was nothing else for them to do. I went into another wing and shook them off, and when I came back, there was no one around the Banksy piece. I wanted to steal a rock from the rubble so bad. It would definitely not be missed, there were thousands. But there were security cameras all over the place. Ugh I want a Banksy rock. I wasn’t even allowed to take pictures. As I was leaving I asked about the Banksy piece, and the woman kept calling him “Banksky.” People tend to do that a lot for some reason and I don’t understand. There is one “K.” Not that hard to pronounce this two syllable word. I left with a few books, of course.
As I was leaving I called Ashley and told her about it, and I got to talk to her for a while, which was nice. I have been trying to call her for weeks and finally she answered her phone. As I was talking to her I drove down Las Olas and drove around the beach area or a bit, then went to Cheesecake Factory and picked up some dinner.
Today at work was boring. I honestly can’t remember what I did. Nothing important, obviously. I did get the majority of the newsletter cleared, and I am happy about that. This afternoon right after I left Good Sam I drove home. The drive was long and boring, and most importantly uneventful. Right when I got home Jenn came over and just sat around while I cleaned my room. It is a wreck. Why is it that when you are cleaning you must first make a much bigger mess than when you started? I hate that.
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