nyc

The more I go, the more I love it.

Back from two days of art immersion--the Brooklyn Museum of Art, Pratt Institute, Pitmen Painters off-Broadway show, The One of a Kind Show--and of course, a bit of shopping/touring Times Square at night.

As much as I love nature, the city calls to me in an equally enticing manner. It's beautiful; a human-made beautiful, but beautiful nonetheless.

I'm not sure why I went on this trip. It pushes me into more seriously considering pursuing art, which I know I would have great difficulty in...I am by no means the best in any way. I have passion and creativity, but that's about it. No means, no resources, no knowledge of how this all works. In this way I envy the Cab Calloway kids, who have had four years (some, seven) of a fairly complete, concentrated artistically liberal-arts education. I sincerely wish them the best, because this field is crazy difficult to get anywhere in, and they've been determined to set foot on this path for such a long time.

On another note, I didn't get to take as many photos as I would like, for someone who was lugging around her heavy DSLR all day for both days. Most of the times it was prohibited or we were just on the run; yet, I'm glad I didn't spend all my time behind the eyepiece. OH, and I lost my eyepiece momentarily in New York, only to find it magically reappearing in my bag (I would have bet a lens and a half that it wasn't in there, since I didn't notice its disappearance until a few hours after I took it out of the bag...whoo observational skills!).

On another ANOTHER note, it was nice getting to spend some time with a different group of people than who I'm usually with. They were all acquaintances, sure, but the two full days really did give me a new sense of amiability, if that makes sense. I'm so used to the same friends, same talks--which I totally embrace, don't get me wrong, but it does become a whirlpool--and for some time doubted my ability to be enthusiastic and genuine to new people.

But right, it's time to sleep. I'm exhausted and I was planning on knocking out an hour ago...photos later (maybe, with what little I have...). Tomorrow's our school's Quidditch fundraiser tournament (for Invisible Children/a school we sponsor in Uganda)--I have to pick up my Slytherin shirt!!--along with three quizzes that I have yet to study for...thank God for first-period study hall. I love the new schedule. And after that, a nine-day Thanksgiving break. Filled with college apps and yearbook logistic organization, yes, but a nine-day break nonetheless.

Night :)

PS--beware of the ubiquitous, unending flights of stairs if you ever take a tour of Pratt...killer.

PPS--I can't believe I forgot to mention this! We met Ian Kelly, Hermione's father in the new Harry Potter film (officially out in about an hour and a half)! Sick, no?

lethargic

I really can't find it in me to dig up that one picture I need for Day Ten, even though I know I have a conveniently located file somewhere in my email...oh well, guess the challenge will have to (still) wait. Kind of defeats the purpose of getting in the habit of blogging, but heyyy.

I've also been very lazy with school in this past week. With yearbook piling itself onto me, I have no motivation to do anything. It's horrible, but I do get enough work done, just not as much as I would like. Luckily, my art trip to NYC tomorrow and Thursday will hopefully give me that needed push to keep chugging along. Thanksgiving break is literally just around the corner, and that will give me time to catch up on yearbook shenanigans, reread some chapters for school that I semi-neglected, work on my art portfolio and Scholastics submissions (eek), and of course finish some December 1 college application deadlines!

Wow...December.

Will be back with photos (hopefully I'm not too lazy to take those on my trip...heh) and more content later! :)