Milwauke to Madison in only five days. Wow, that's not that cool.

Last Saturday, I went to the Milwauke Art Museum. While the word museum tends to have a negative conotation for the majority of teenagers, I was actually really excited. This was due to the vast collection of modern and contemporary art that the museum houses, which is the sort of thing I like. The first thing that was great when I got there was the fact that the place where you pay for tickets is in this really psychedelic hallway. There's a picture of this same hallway, taken by Ben Folds, on the Ben Folds website. Just knowing that Ben Folds was there makes a place happier. Which sounds incredibly obsessive, but I don't think I care that it does.
Well, anyways, after that we went and saw this Rembrandt and His Times thing which wasn't actually that cool because it was mostly drawings and very few paintings, but I guess I enjoyed it enough. The part I actually loved was the more modern stuff. The first thing that was awesome was this sculpture called The Janitor by Duane Hanson. It is just what you think it should be. Amazing. The expression on his face is incredible. He's so realistic, that three members of family thought he worked at the museum. It's amazing, you should all go and see it. The other thing that was great was this painting by Christopher Wool. It was this huge white canvass and all it said on it in really big black letters was FOOL. At first I was like yeah right, anyone can do that. Which to some respect is true, but not everyone can do it and have it hang in a museum. My mom saw me looking at it and she said that she'd never really understood it even though she'd looked at it for a long time. She said she didn't know what it meant. It was so ironic because I'm pretty sure that it meant her. Not to say that my mom is a fool, because she's not. My mom is great. Just that, it totally defies every person who ever said that art had to be deep. He just said what he meant. So then I came home and looked up some other stuff by Christopher Wool and found out that he has quite a few really great paintings like that. Some examples of what they say: RIOT, RUN(a personal favorite), RUN DOG RUN DOG RUN, FEAR, WHY MUST I FEEL LIKE THAT, WHY MUST I CHASE THAT CAT. However just telling what they say doesn't really do it justice. Look them up on Google image. He has some that aren't just words also. I like them a lot.
So skipping forward to yesterday Sydnie threw us (Blake, Evan, Steven, Ellie, and I) this fantstically fun party. It was a Christmas, New Years, Star Wars, Gift Exchange(optional), Dance, Camping Party. We only watched 1 and 1/2 Star Wars movies, but it was fun to make comments about them. The dance ended up being interperative dancing performed by Steven, Blake, and Evan, which was pretty much some of the greatest dancing ever. For camping, I forgot the tent so Sydney built us a tent out of chairs and blankets, which I did all the time when I was a kid and I always wanted to sleep in it but my parents never let me. We slept in it and it was great fun. The whole thing was awesome. Including a 1:00AM trip to Denny's, actually two Denny's because they wouldn't let us in at the first one. We watched Conan and went for a walk. The walk was nice because Blake, Sydnie, and I had some really deep, good conversations and I think we all got some stuff talked about that had been sitting. Actually, not so much me. I tried but I've never actually had people that I trusted enough to tell important things to and when it came up I just sort of, I don't know, but I didn't want to say anything. It's not that stuff doesn't bother me or there aren't things on my mind. It's just for years I've always surpressed things and not showed or talked about what I meant and it was weird to me that they even wanted to know. That's a thing I need to work on.
This morning Steven had to go to basketball practice so we had to get up at 8:30. Blake, Steven, Evan, and I all got in the car and went home. Most of the time on the way back, I kept thinking, Wow, my friends are amazing. I know that in the course of two blog entries I've said that several times, but it's just because I mean it. I hate it when people don't appreciate their friends. Maybe it's because grade school just really sucked for me as far as friends go but seriously. It's not that hard to be nice to people. Obviously you can't be glowing and sunshine-ish all the time but you can be nice and respectful all the time. But that's not what I meant to talk about. My friends are all brilliant academically and musically and I didn't do anything to deserve all of these amazing people. Not only are they brilliant but they are funny and thoughtful and kind. It's great. So that's about all I've got. The party was fabulous. Nice work Sydnie.