Joie

My Heart Is Not A Machine
2014-01-05 21:54:38 (UTC)

City adventures

January 5th, 2014 - 9:55PM
Currently Listening To: The National - Brainy

I went to the city today! Unfortunately it was kind of cold and extremely slushy. I ended up going to MoMA with my mom so we could check out the Magritte exhibit. Magritte is a Belgian surrealist who wanted to "challenge the real world" with his paintings. One of his most famous paintings is called "Ceci n'est pas une pipe," which means, "this is not a pipe."

I absolutely loved all of Magritte's work, and I found that some of his works related to my own. The only downside was the exhibit was extremely crowded, and when exhibitions are crowded like that it makes viewing the artwork a frustrating task.

Along with the Magritte exhibit we also saw several other exhibits. There was a great art film on display by Isaac Julien. There were multiple large screens centered in a large room and different videos were playing on different screens, but the videos were all connected and related. The imagery was beautiful and the sound was stunning. The video itself was so hypnotizing, I wanted to sit there and watch the whole thing. However, the video ran for nearly 50 mins and my mom didn't want to sit through all of it. If I were by myself I would've sat there for all 50 minutes.

I was pissed though, mother nature decided to bestow her monthly gift upon me in the middle of the museum. I was feeling too crampy to really look at anything else in the museum so we had to leave. The cramps weren't stopping so I had to go to Duane Reade and buy aspirin. Even after taking the aspirin the cramps weren't going away. If there is one thing I really hate it's my damn period. I'm pretty sure 99% of girls hate their periods too, but I seriously really hate mine. It's funny though, sometimes it's a sigh of relief when you get it because then that means you're not pregnant. Awful, I know.

After the museum we went to this Italian market downtown. It was called Eataly. Maybe it was my raging 22 year old hormones or my pissed off uterus, but I HATED Eataly. It was too crowded, too confusing, too many waiters, too many children, and just complete madness. Eataly is both a market and restaurant, so in between the stands of parmesan cheese and penne a la vodka sauce there are several different eating areas where you can sit down and dine. Except there were at least 4 separate eating areas, all just chilling in the middle of market in their own sections. If you didn't sit down in those eating areas and got food from another section in the market you had to go off to the corner and stand at this small table and eat your food.

I was not pleased.

And the salami on my sandwich was too salty.

Finally we left Eataly after we finished our food and headed back towards 34th street to take the train back home. I was still in pain by then, but it slowly subsided. Of course, now that I'm home and sitting comfortably in bed, the pain has returned. I would happily rip my uterus out with a fork if I was able to, that's how much cramps and periods suck (my fellow ladies, you should understand. To everyone else, that was definitely TMI and I apologize).

Anyways, Z messaged me this morning at 6AM. He said he wasn't sure if he would like what I made but he will try it and it looks delicious. I guess that is nice? At least he was honest. Z is quite the picky eater, I mean the guy doesn't even like soup. He also asked how much it snowed. I responded and asked him how his day was. No response yet, however he hasn't seen the message so I guess he didn't have a chance to get on the Internet today.

Our communication is dwindling, but I shouldn't even worry about that because 1). He's in Africa 2). He's possibly in the wild with zero wi-fi access 3). He's on vacation and I should let him be 4). He's in AFRICA. 5). Did I mention he's in Africa? But in all seriousness, I've been trying to tell myself to just let him do his thing and we can have all the catching up we can handle when he comes back. It's not like I'm sitting here waiting for him to talk to me, maybe a message everyday would be nice, but clearly I can't expect that amount of communication yet.

I should probably ask him when he comes home... Is that too clingy? But I really need to know, cause I need to know if we're driving up to school this weekend or not.

I'm gonna try to find a movie and head to bed early. I'm going to the mall tomorrow and seeing some friends at Starbucks tomorrow night.

Only 5 or 6 more days till I'm out of here!!




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