Sorry about posting this so late at night, I had a busy day. I tried out for the school play, "Our Town." Ill let you know if I made the cut. (I will make the cut). I got around 85 on all my finals. Not soo good, but could have been much worse. I am practically done with school and that rocks. Sad thing about my family though; I have to hide the "To Do Lists" that I compulsively make from my mother, because if she found them, she would give me so much crap about getting all those things done. I mean really, let's pretend I got those things done, what would I make "To Do Lists" out of? Exactly. I went to the Met today, to see the new Surrealist exhibit (P.S How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb? Answer: 3. One to hold the giraffe while the other two put the clocks in the bathtub with the naked women who resembles their mothers.). I was walking in the exhibit when this old guy (p.s I have nothing against old people) told me that the exhibit was "Member's only." I lied and said I was an art student and that made me a member. He said, "Art student?? You look like the Lawyer type." So I fucked him up good and proper - type. No not really, I just told him that what he said really hurt. He apologized. And then I fucked him up. Well no not really...