So where I left off-Vaseleine. Looked a lot like cum and thats probably what that sick lunatic artist intended. Which wasn't so bad. Except there was so much freaking vaseleine! One of the pieces had these live birds in it. And there were all these films screens with this weird movie called "cremaster 3" that was like a orange scottish guy with a bloody towel in his mouth running up and down the levels of the gugenheimm and conquering them. And he had to conquer all the levels and put these tools in a cross before the molten vaseleine dripped to the bottom level, otherwise he lost. It doesn't make sense unless you are psycotic and maybe read the brochure like 6 times. So much weird crap. I ate it up. The vaseleine piano thing was the weirdest. They had it preserved and frozen, but it was dripping and really cold. Jesus that was so freaking weird. Vaseleine. euuuww :-D.
Then we went to La Maison du orgasam. I mean chocolat orgasam. I mean chocorgasam. Chocolat.(silence) orgasam!! Sorry. Just you can't eat that chocolate without nearly dying of happiness. It sounds silly unless you've eaten it. Then you'd get me. Holy shit if that stuff wasn't so expensive I'd melt it down and put it on an iv pump. I had hot chocolat and this mocha macaroon thing. mmmmmmmmmmmm. My aunt that I'm staying with bought me these little chocolats in a box. Hollly shit. I'm in a dirty mood right now because I'm very censored. I can curse around my parents, but not these people. FUCK! FUUUCK FUCK!
The other orgasmic moment was this extremely hot being walking out of the gugenheimm wearing a strongbad hoodie, whom i nearly raped. Dear god, if my aunt weren't with me, i probably would have at least hugged him. I'm losing my sense, royally.
Then we went to the asia society museum. Beautiful. I love asian art and everything it entails. Those are the only museums where I can stare at one sculpture for a half an hour. I drew one of the buhdas in my sketchbook. The gift shop was pretty freaking amazing too. Got some cool ass shit. Ass shit. asssss. shiiiiiit. Ooohh that feels so freaking good!
42nd street. Now theres some tap dancing. Hot musical. extremely hot. Got a whole messo programs and stuff to bring back. We went to this greek restraunt before that for dinner and I got some yummy greek food ala chicken parmesean. O yeah, and they gave us mints and two shots of this desert wine :-O hahahha they thought I was 21! Now i was wishing i'd ordered a drink. Hedy said it wasn't too late, but I said they might still check ID if it wasn't a complimentary drink. W/e that was good desert wine. I wrote the name down in my sketchbook.
Tommorow. Going to see thorougly modern millie, then i'm going home. Yeehaw. I get to go backstage at thoroughly modern millie because my aunt has insane connections.
Oh yeah, a connection i've just uncovered-Lemony Snickett! Should anyone have a Series of Unfortunate Events book they want autographed, give it to me w/ money for postage and I can mail it to CA and have it autographed pour tu. Yay. i've never read those books, but i hear they're good. Apparently he autographs his books by writing (example) To Neil-a future orphan.
So. Nice and long, most of my new york adventures. It's now like one thirty. Better go to sleep.
"Vaseleine? What the fuck!"-Guess. Just take a guess.

Comin atya live from this funky laptop in my hotel room on the west side. I am the queen of the west side. STAY OFF THE WEST SIDE.
So anwyay today-wait. Are you talking about the west side? STOP IT! WEST SIDE! MINE!
Enough simpson's refrences, New York is friggin awesome. Yesterday, I went to the Picasso/Matisse exhibit at the MOMA in Queens. Friggin beautiful and amazing. There was this very frighteningly cool portrait of matisse's wife with her eyes blacked out. O my god. Amazing. I spent the most time in the permanent gallery however. Specifically in the Andy Warhol screen test exhibit. The screen tests are these five minute films of people looking at the screen that he told to look at the screen and try not to move for five minutes, or to do something monotone. One girl was brushing her teeth. They were so amazing. Sometimes a person would tear from staring at the screen too long. Other times they would be smoking or the expression would change. You could almost tell what they were thinking. It was oddly emotional. I sketched one of the people. There was another guy making charcoal drawings of them. The room was set up with six screens, a couple on each wall, and a couch in the center. The screens would loop a set of three or four screen tests. Amazing.
I stared at this huge jackson pollack for a very long time. I can do that. One part of my mind fries, another part screams I get it! I get it! O lord. Completely amazing. I just can't seem to get enough of it.
There was several paintings there that I wasn't aware they had. Starry Night and Persistence of Memory were a couple. Persistence of memory i understood its presence, but Starry Night?? I thought that would be pent up in some gallery in france or something! Quite odd. I also got a new perspective on this picasso I saw. I thought it was two people, but it was really a girl looking into a mirror. That nearly blew my mind when i read the title. I bought a postcard of it. Every time I look at that painting now, my brain literally goes WHOA SHIT! ala jackson pollack.
Then we went back to the hotel and watched close encounters of the third kind. Ehe. pretty good movie. Friendly aliens are coool.
More art today! Went to the Gugenheim and saw an exhibit called the cremaster cycle. Preety fucking weird, disgusting and involved a lot of vaseliene. So of course, I adored it! I want to rant, but I have to go see 42nd street now. I'll blog more later.
"I went to a general store, but they wouldn't let me buy anything specific."-Steven Wright, never wrong.

I'm in a New York state of miiind...
Whoohoohoo! New York for the next for days! Go that! Boo rest of life! Ha! Eating meals in restraunts, seeing 42nd street, La Maison Du Chocolat *drool*, possible crazy hoboe *that drools*. Yeeeehaw! Loveitloveitloveit.
By the by, Mr Shelton and the other art teachers have never been to grounds for sculpture :-O I said that he would have to go or I'd never stop annoying him. Those who take highschool art please inquire on grounds for sculpture. If C-dog, Ferrowed, or Mad Mad Metz have never been, tell them that Walter Sutin's little sister is out to get him or her.
Which reminds me of when Mr Metz went to walters punk show and all the little kids kept running up and poking him and he nearly had a spaz attack! :-D hahaha olord.
So anyway, I'm also seeing the ultra-hot Picasso exhibit at the MOMA in New York (museum o modern art). Oh yeah.
So, no more entries for at least four days. I believe I will go into heavy withdrawl, but I'll bring y'all souveneirs!
To end, a few wismadic words from frank zappa who is still god.
"The muffin man brushed crumbs off his apron/ He looks forward into the eyes of the one opposing him/ Then he speaks./"Some people like cupcakes better. I , for one, care less for them.""-Frank Zappa, lyrics of a song I don't quite know the name to.
And another!
"Rock journalisim is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read."-The man himself.

A letter to my parents from Abington School District.

To the parents/guardians */guarding spirits* of
Hannah *"Slyfox"* Sutin
1503 Shoemaker *and the elves* road
Abington, PA 19001 *Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, General Universe, 3rd Dimension*

Dear Parents/Guardians */guardian spirits*:
We are pleased to inform you that your son/daughter *by that of course we mean daughter, because Hannah is clearly not a boy's name* will be honored at our Annual Awards Program *AA program* Wednesday, May 28, 2003, at 7:30 pm in the gymnasium.
You are cordially invited to attend this program honoring outstanding Abington Junior High Students *and some semi inspirational speeches from us to boost our egos and make our school look better*. Students are asked to dress appropriately *no togas, please* and sit with their parents */guardians/guardian spirits*. We hope that we will encourage your son/daughter *or a genetically specified offspring you may happen to posess with the same name* to be present to accept their award *plastic gold*.
Sincerely *needing coffee and a life*
Neal *Cornealius* J Mcarthy *or the secretary depending on how you slice it*
Principal

Wonder what I won? Most hours of sleep replaced by extracurriculars? Here the cheat, have a trophy..
"Communisim doesn't work because people like to own stuff."-Fraaank Zappa!

Feeling better.
Two very good things come out of Missouri-Alyssa Simpson and cajun soy nuts. Alyssas cooler than soy nuts, but doesn't taste very good. Bad flavoring is a quality I value in people. It wards off cannibals.
I was expecting math to be horrid and painful, but we actually spent it playing with plastic shapes. I was informed that I don't know how to cryptwalk correctly. Heh. O well. I'll ask moncell to help me out.
Speaking of Moncell, he's on my ultra cool list! He just got sponsored by Jordan and is going to buy the whole class NEW SNEAKERS. Daaaamn :-O. That's like a 150$ value right there! My current sneakers are turning to dust anyways.
Was heavily cheered by the dissection of perch today in bio. I love dissection for some odd reason. I do it accurately because I'm not really afraid to touch it. You get more control where you're cutting if you just stop squirming and pick the fish up in your hand w/ a paper towel and hold it while you cut. Plain and simple. I also got to look at a cut up shark. It looked delicious. Zucker found fisheads in it's stomach :-O wow. Pretty friggin interesting. I always wondered why they put "mortuary scientist" on my career tests. I like cutting dead things. I don't know what my groups gonna do w/o me. I'm gone on friday in New York, and they're all squeamish and let me cut. Guess they gots ta learn sometimes.
Several people are highly amused by me going to formal with Bartle. Or rather that Bartle is weird. Well well well, looks like I'm gonna have to do some punching on behalf of my date! (Dons brass knuckles, skips off) tralalalala>.
"Always drink upstream from the herd."-Will Rodgers.

I'm lonely.
People often make excuses for you when you say you are lonely. What about your friends? Your family? You have plenty of those!
Prison. Think about prison. Your family that matters only sees you and talks to you on a few hours on the weekend. All of you closest friends, only on the weekend. Sometimes, in the afternoons, you see very close family. Some friends you can only talk to on the phone. There are plenty of other inmates, a whole place full of people just like you who have commited the same crime.
But if you were in prison, wouldn't you be lonely?
I hate school. It keeps me from people I love. I have friends here, yes. But education, daily routine gets in the way of talking. It invades my home life with even more work. Keeps me from talking to my dad and my brother. My ADD makes it take even longer. Why?
I'm seeing Carol again today. This loneliness is painful.
New York on Thursday. Thank god, a break. I'll bring y'all souveneirs.
"There is more stupidity than hydrogen in the universe, and it has a longer shelf life."-Frank Zappa.

Feel like total crap.
Went home second period today. The only reason I showed up for school was to bring that friggin chocolate cake to french so I could have my friggin 25 points extra friggin credit. Friggin. Saying that word to much. Not just as a joke, but it keeps slipping in the wrong places. True, it isn't so bad, but I need to clean up for small children and family outings.
My face hurts, my head hurts, my everything hurts. Pain. Huh.
Doctor has given me allergy medicine as well as "she has a virus". Ok. Good. Sleep insurance. Wheee.
Walter is coughing his lungs out because he has "lung butter". Doctor Cooper is interesting. He asked me if I was pregnant. That was pretty funny, but my face, stomach and back hurt to much to laugh.
I understand. I don't have words or expressions for it, but I understand. I know I do.
I hurt a lot.
I never sleep as much as I need to. Either way too much or way too little or an amount at the wrong time of the day. I got home at 11:30, slept till three. Last night I slept upwards of 3 hours. Saturday night, I slept approximately 14 hours.
Life is queer. Use extra ketchup.
"People ask me "Whats your medium?". I say "Extra large"."-Jean-Michel Basquait, artist.

Tired again. I ache all over. We went to grounds for sculpture today. That is the most beautiful sculpture garden on the face of the earth as far as I'm concerned. There are all of these beautiful recreations of monet and renoir pictures in sculpture form. They remade the Japanese Bridge painting by monet perfectly. It's like you're stepping into the painting. The boat is there off to the side and everything. And the monet painting that has the hill with all the poppies and the woman and her child with the parasol..they recreated that too. It's too amazing for words. I need to bring a group of you there sometime. Absolutely beautiful.
My first house in trenton is only about a mile and a half away from it. Funny how my first memory of being alive is moving away from that house. That's the main thing that separates me from the rest of my family, is that I don't remember a lick of trenton. That house just looks strange and unfamiliar to me.
I realize I forgot to say how good a time I had @ Melissa's the other night. And walking to it. I nearly walked the entire way from my house. The only part I bussed was from Burger King to Keswick 711. I found the house all by myself. I was very proud. And then we (meaning Ryan, Alison, Melissa, Noel, Nate, an I) were running around glenside like maniacs and eating Baklava and other unnamable greek deserts that start with 'G' and end with 'Boureko'. Mmm.
Happy Mothers day. It made my face hurt, but mom liked her new slippers and foot scrub *shrug* OW SHIT MY SHOULDERS!
I'm in a lot of pain.
"A drug is neither moral or immoral. It's a chemical compound. The compound itself is not a menace to society until a human being treats it as if it's consumption bestowed a temporary liscense to act like an asshole."-Frank Zappa.