One of the funniest Saturday Night Live sketches ever. :) Don’t you love when the cast can’t even hold it together? Debbie Downer skits are just so amusing!

My summer has involved an intense job hunt, watching Friends DVDs, going to Ashland, and reading tons of books.

So food for thought from one of my latest reads, The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff:

“Ouch!” said Pooh, landing on the floor.
“That’s what happens when you go to sleep on the edge of the writing table,” I said. “You fall off.”
“Just as well,” said Pooh.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“I was having an awful dream,” he said.
“Oh?”
“Yes. I’d found a jar of honey…,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“What’s awful about that?” I asked.
“It kept moving,” said Pooh. “They’re not supposed to do that. They’re supposed to sit still.”
“Yes, I know.”
“But whenever I reached for it, this jar of honey would sort of go someplace else.”
“A nightmare,” I said.
“Lots of people have dreams like that,” I added reassuringly.
“Oh,” said Pooh. “About Unreachable jars of honey?”
“About the same sort of thing,” i said. “That’s not unusual. Thd odd thing, though, is that some people live like that.”
“Why?” asked Pooh.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I suppose because it gives them Something to Do.”
“It doesn’t sound like much fun to me,” said Pooh.

All I can say is that after Anaheim, Shakespeare Festival, and Musicians’ Network stuff, I thought I’d have a chance to upload all of those millions of pictures I’ve had floating around, but then a bunch more stuff came up and all of a sudden, it’s May 14th and in three days I graduate from high school. Oh my!

So I promise that after the craziness of graduation calms down and sometime before I leave for Ashland, I will hopefully upload a bunch of pictures and have fun graduation updates. But for now, I’ve got speeches to prepare, performances to rehearse, AP studying to do, and lots of sleeping!

First was the 20th Street Art Gallery. This was her favorite gallery because it wasn’t as confusing as the others. There were friendly people around and even a little white puppy named Sugar that was wearing a red sweater and licked people’s feet. The gallery was showing an exhibit called 50-50-50, where 50 artists painted 50 paintings in 50 days. For the most part, this gallery was interesting, although she did run into a particular piece of work that left her confused and upset. It looked like black and white blobby things and even though people around her were discussing the depth of the blobby piece of work, she couldn’t understand what the heck was supposed to be going on.

Moving on…Next was Exploding Head Gallery. The gallery was awkward and too quiet. There were other students wandering around also doing critiques and looking equally as confused. The girl tried to make sense of a set of oil paintings depicting Northern California, but again, everything appeared blobby. She did, however, enjoy a different set of paintings that looked a lot like straight photography, just painted with oil paints. She left this gallery quickly because everybody seemed to be glaring at each other.

Finally, the girl and her mother stumbled into Appel Gallery where there was no one present except for a bored looking man sitting behind a counter. The gallery was showing digital chromogenic photos of France, and while she enjoyed a couple of photos, the rest seemed bland and had no focus. Only those couple of photos she enjoyed screamed, “France!” to her. The rest screamed, “What?”

Those three gallery visitations took less than an hour to complete. She did not enjoy this project because it made her feel stupid. The girl enjoyed critiquing books and films and television and music, not art that she could not understand. This project is worth 300 points, so the girl has no choice but to try her best at critiquing the blobby artwork she encountered on the rainy Saturday afternoon…

(PS, No. I haven’t uploaded those Anaheim photos yet. >_>)

But for now, Shakespeare Festival is eating my life.

That’s kind of the annoying thing about Spring Break/Easter Vacation. All of the loud, screaming children out and about on weekdays. Two very important things, I’ve decided: 1) Don’t buy your kid a toy that is bigger than he/she is. 2) Don’t let said child bring that large toy into a restaurant.

Why is it that parents let their kids bring in gigantic toys to restaurants? If you have a big, flashing, loud, obnoxious ninja sword, leave it in the car. I can understand letting your kid bring in a stuffed animal or a Game Boy to keep him/her occupied, but please–no ninja sword. It’s annoying and painful when the kid swings it at you. Maybe I feel this way because I was never one of those kids. The only thing Na and I would carry into restaurants were books. But maybe that’s just because we’re geeks. Either way, that was only on rare occasions.

Worst parenting I’ve seen since my break started? Not hard to pinpoint…

I was at Claire’s yesterday buying my graduation gloves when two little girls ran into the store. Okay, they weren’t really little–maybe ten and eight years old. It reminded me of Na and me when we were younger. Anyways, the two girls came into the store and headed straight for the jewelry stands (you know, the kind of stand that spins so the store can save on actually buying separate stands and just pushes up a bunch of the spinning ones in the center?). They were looking at earrings when their mother walked in.

Sometimes, one look at a woman and you just KNOW that she probably isn’t the most attentive mother. So their mom walks in with overly highlighted blond hair, way too much makeup, clothes that barely fit her, and tons of shopping bags. She has this annoyed look on her face, goes up to her daughters, and says in an impatient tone, “Fine, but we’re only looking for FIVE minutes.” The oldest daughter starts to spin the earring stand around to look at the other side and the mom snaps: “WHAT do you think you’re doing?” The girl replies that she wants to look at the jewelry on the other side and she can’t see it unless she spins it. The mom snaps (again): “Your sister is still looking at this side!!” The girl looks at her sister and asks if she can turn the stand. Her sister says it’s okay and they both go to look at the other side of the earring stand. They’re quiet and look kind of afraid of their mother. The oldest daughter starts to spin the stand again and the mom goes ballistic.

“WHAT did I JUST say?!” Mother Crazy yells. The girls are completely dumbfounded at what to say and the mom heads for the door. “We’re leaving NOW.” By this time the cashier and I are trying very hard not to stare, but it’s hard not to overhear this whole ordeal in such a small store. The daughters look like they want to protest and Mother Crazy just rolls her eyes and says, “Fine. Whatever. You two stay here. BYE, I hope no one kidnaps you.” And she storms out of the store and heads towards Macys–shopping bags swinging and her hand reaching in her purse for her cell phone. Her daughters watch her go, look at each other, and then run after their mom.

I kid you not, ladies and gentlemen, this REALLY did happen. I was speechless. Poor girls, they were barely in the store for a minute before their mom dragged them off to go department store shopping.

Seriously.