So this past weekend started off and ended with a long bus ride.
It was my first bus ride since my last trip to Europe years ago! It was fun. I sat there with my sunglasses on and my ipod playing -- my sign to the world that I didn't want to be bothered. I just wanted to enjoy the ride.
I managed to take a few photos on the route:
They weren't the greatest photos, but they serve as documentation of my journey. What would have been nice is to have someone pick me up from the station like they said they would, instead of having me walk all the way downtown by myself!
After my bus ride, we headed to Joshua Tree. It's really nice up there. I love the open air and the peacefulness of it all.
On Saturday, we headed over to Cabazon to check out the outlet stores. I managed to snag some great deals, but it definitely took a toll on my pocket book. On the way there, I did manage to see a couple dinosaurs. (life sized ones!) I was only able to capture one of them here:
The best part of the drive was seeing the windmills. I know some people really dislike them and think that they're an eyesore, but I think they're beautiful. They really do look better in real life. I recommend the drive to see them!
I came across this wikipedia entry while trying to find an estimate what the average person in the US makes. I honestly don't know how people can live like this. I live on my own, pay my own rent and bills (with the exception of one, my cell -- thanks to Mom and Dad and the concept of "family plans") and I barely get by. Almost nothing saved. What's the point? I could live at home rent and bill free, working part time at a coffee shop and save more! I would be a total bum, but that's not the point. The point is, I can't imagine having to support a family on what I make. It really is depressing.
Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love art. Through some amazing blogs, I have come across this site that I think is wonderful! What better way to promote different types of art from around the world. They are hosting a "Timeline Project" that will be on display in Atlanta in January. If I lived there and was able to actually see the exhibit, I would totally do it without hesitation. It's a great way to have your 'art' up in a gallery. And for those of you who aspire to have something of yours displayed in a gallery for all to see, it's a great way to fulfill that dream. But because I won't actually have the pleasure of seeing my own work on display in person, I'm a bit hesitant to pay the [small] fee. I'm thinking of getting a couple of friends together that are interested, splitting the $14 cost and dividing up the ten timelines. If you're interested in doing it with me, let me know.
I first discovered Miss Marilyn on my first visit to the SF MOMA. When I first looked at her art on display, I thought I was looking at photographs. Then, when I realized that it was actually enamel on metal, I was completely blown away. Although I am not as fond of her photographs as much as her paintings, I still admire her as an artist. She is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I'm not going to lie; I wish I were her sometimes.
The art on display at the SF MOMA when I visited in 2005 were close-up, hyperrealistic,
glamourous images of everyday night-life. (I would do ANYTHING to have one on my wall!) One of my favorites is her piece with a Dior high-heel that's all dirty and wet from a rainy night. It could have been my foot for all i know! (For those of you that don't know, I ALWAYS have dirty feet at the end of the day from walking around everywhere in flip-flops!) Actually, there are two "shoe-shots" that I like. I also love the one with the glittery eye make-up. Who am I kidding? I love them all! Here are a few:
And this one is my favorite ... it's what started it all. (This is also the one I want on my wall at home!)
This past weekend was great. My brother and his friends came to visit and we had an adventure packed weekend.
I drove down to Orange County on Saturday to try and finish things with my car. (Key word in that sentence was 'try'. It was highly unsuccessful. After being lied to and toyed with by the dealership that I trusted, I ended up walking out. They lost what would have been a life-long loyal customer. Shame on them!) We did stop by Alta's for a piece of cheesecake to cheer me up -- which sort of worked, but I was still upset over the whole stressful situation. Before the whole dealership ordeal, we had lunch at Champagne. I love the Euro feel that this little restaurant has.
On Sunday, we went to West Hollywood. There was this great restaurant called Urth Caffe. The food was so delicious and I can't wait to go back again.
We also went for a little drive, ended up finding a flea market where $5 got me a cool wall lamp, 3 purses and a cute, old, metal box. We drove around some more and I snapped photos when I could.
I'd LOVE to have a house near Larchmont Village. There are so many cute stores and restaurants there. I just fell in love with the area. We ended up eating at this yummy pizza place. Overall, it was a great weekend. I wish it didn't have to end.
The alarm goes off. I almost never want to wake up. I hit the snooze at least once. (I know I will hit the snooze and so I set my alarm earlier than I really want to be up.) I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I might put on make-up -- however, I usually don't. I put on deodorant and change my clothes. I walk into the kitchen to grab something to eat "on the go" for breakfast and lunch. I grab my keys and purse and rush out the front door.