My review from Diary Reviews is up...and I'm quite happy about it. Suprised that I did so well, actually. Thanks for the constructive comments.
Today was Field Day. Each student chose where they wanted to go, and I chose the Met Museum of Art. For those of you who have never been to NYC, or to the Met, for that matter, it is an absolutely gorgeous art museum, complete with everything from Degas to Van Gogh.
I personally am a favorite of Van Gogh's Sidewalk Cafe. It's such a gorgeous, nighttime painting. And Starry Night is equally as beautiful. However, you can't see either of them at the Met. But I do suggest, if you haven't encountered a work by Van Gogh, run to your nearest museum and ask if they have him. Or buy a book of his paintings or something. They're simply boggle my mind.
My cold has been getting worse, and my nose is stuffed up. I was completely delirious on the latter half of the bus ride back to school. All I can dimly recall is just laughing at Sti, who was sitting next to me, punk music blasting in my ears. Now that I'm home, I feel slightly better, but I'm burning up.
My prom dress is ripped. The tule along the side is torn, and I have no idea how I should deal with this. After calling all places that carried the dress, I've come to the conclusion that they do not offer it anymore in my area, let alone in my petite size. I'm extremely distraught. I had visions of myself in that dress. I'm not a vain person at all, however, I had a slight feeling of inner beauty when that dress was on me. And now I have a feeling that I'll never wear it again.
Why does everything of mine seem to be ruined?
