Minimalism is big

Today was sweet.

First class was classics. He was "lecturing" or whatever, so I did my calculus homework. maybe i liked it...
Then, i spent 20 minutes in chem, doing NOTHING AT ALL.

Then, we went on a field trip to the art museum. There was no one there but us, since it was 10 o'clock on a Tuesday. We went to the Degas exhibit and then the modern art stuff. We had a docent for the Degas portion, but she was not good. Captain of the obvious, she read plaques to us, and pointed out things like "this is a timeline". Claire Fabric, now synomyous with "no shit sherlock", told us that Degas' specialty was capturing moments in time; because, of course, no other artists do that when they paint.

The Degas exhibit wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. First, we saw horses, most of which were ugly. Some were ok, and his paintings were pretty good, but his the statues were bleh. Then, we saw the "women bathing" portion. Next, came the "little girl dancers" part. With all the naked old ladies and little girls in strange poses, I can only conclude that Degas was a sexually repressed pervert. The grand finale to the exhibit was kinda sucky as well. Maybe it made a grand statement back in the 1800s, but now... it's just not that great.

Finally, we went to the modern art section, where there was great amounts of fun, mostly us making fun of the art. We saw black squares, white squares, and red squares surrounding an orange line. Then, there was a square of steel tiles, displayed neatly over the center of the floor. Then, there was this horse made of twigs and mud, which, I strongly suspect a beaver had constructed. Next, we saw 7 black squares and 2 dark blue squares, arranged into a bigger square. FUCKING BRILLIANT. wait.... There was some good stuff though. There was a little baby doll under a chair. A projector made the doll's head talk. You'd have to see it, but it was sweet. Then, there was an open piece of luggage lying on the ground. A quick glance inside revealed a sewer, under which was a nice fountain, inhabited by a man/woman, and his baby.

We ate at Elliot's Bistro. I had beef bourgeonion ( i can't spell french words ) ; it was fantastic.

We got back to school for seventh hour, which was French. Madame let us go to the library. We didn't go to the library.

When I got home, I realized I had a shitload of things to do. So, I just sat here procrastinating.