grounds for sculpture – Sticky Pencils

So, I’ve been fairly busy this past week.

Wednesday, I went to get dinner and see Wonder Woman with two of my close friends. I really enjoyed Wonder Woman, but I’m not a big DC/Marvel fan, and I made the mistake of binge-watching Every Frame a Painting the day before, making me be super critical of the editing choices and the generic soundtrack.

Thursday, I went to Princeton with several of my friends, and then we ran into two more friends, and then we all went to my high school literary magazine’s end of the year party and spent some time hanging out and talking afterwards. I drew.

I went to Barnes and Noble and picked up a print copy of My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness, which I reviewed on this blog a few months ago, and I was really pleased with it! The print edition includes an extra chapter and an epilogue, and the author is in a much better place after her worked received the positive attention it deserved.

I also picked up Kase-San and Morning Glories, which is a cute fluffy yuri manga. I was alerted to its existence by this semi-viral animated short and decided I had to read it. It is extremely cute.

Then Friday I met up with a friend in Princeton, again, this time so she could enable me to buy a lot of books and two Haikyuu! folders. (I like volleyball anime now, apparently. I don’t know what happened either but I finished the anime and am on chapter 71 of the manga and I’m mildly embarrassed but not enough to stop myself from buying these.)

I’ve finished reading Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda and Tell Me Again How A Crush Should Feel (enjoyed both, viscerally offended at the blurb on Simon that says it’s a cross between John Green and Rainbow Rowell because how rude), haven’t started I’ll Give You The Sun. I’ll make a post about my LGBT book and comic recs soon, because it’s Pride Month and that’s my job.

Saturday my friend group and I went to Grounds for Sculpture and then to a friend’s house to play a board game, eat fruit, and relax. Grounds for Sculpture is a central Jersey thing featuring famous paintings turned into sculptural figures, and also weird modernist sculptures. Modern sculpture has been ruined for me since I took 20th Century Art History and realized everyone is copying Henry Moore, David Smith, and Alexander Calder. Here’s a picture of me and my friends posing with Manet’s Dejeuner sur l’herbe.

Then, I took a train to NYC and saw Hamilton. On Broadway.

I still can’t believe it really happened, but it did. My train got delayed and I ran into the theater like 5 seconds after the opening song started and had to find my seat between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, Sir, but it was so amazing. Google play says I’ve listened to Hamilton all the way through 7 times, and to my favorite numbers 16 times. I know all the words to all the songs. I bought the ticket way back in September, justifying it as a birthday gift to myself, and I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did after so much time has passed. But, I did enjoy it a lot. I loved how the set stayed more or less the same, but the dramatic lighting cues changed the shape and tone of the place to feel like different locations whenever necessary. Burr and Jefferson were both played by chubby guys one of whom was genie in the Aladdin musical apparently, and it was weird at first but they were really good at it. Eliza smiled too much in the Schuyler sisters and did burn as if she was literally in the middle of crying, which was interesting. The new Hamilton played it a lot more comedically and kind of overacted at some parts but his voice was nicer. Overall, extremely enjoyable, except for the part where I missed my train by 2 minutes and got home at like 2 in the morning.

Then today my mom dragged me to the circus. Yeah. The Cirque Italia, or something like that, is open in the parking lot of the local mall, and I have a 4-year-old sister. So we went. It was pretty cool, but the tent was so humid and dark I felt like death.