I'm getting bored of reading the Tomorrow Series by John Marsden. He should've stopped writing at book three, like he intended too. They just all seem very repeatitive now. I don't even think I spelt that write.
We went to the South Bank Modern Art Museum for Cinespark film today. The movie was okay, but I didn't like the plot l ine so much. Maybe it has the Napoleon Dynamite effect, where watching it the second time makes it ten times better. But why would you watch a movie for the second time when you didn't like it the first?
Anyway, afterwards we got some lunch and headed back to the museum to gaze at the artworks on display. Well, that's what everyone else did. Jess, Loryn and I went to the Gallery's shop because I love it there. I spent what felt like hours there, browsing at possible purchases. I got a magazine dedicated to Brazilan art. It's rather spectacular. I was going to get a 70s book, and now I wish I did. I think I may have preferred it. But that's okay, Jess and I are headed to South Bank on Sunday for Griffith's open day, we can always pop in and make a quick buy.
There was a rather realistic, giant woman sleeping in a bed. I wanted to feel her arms, they looked soft and flabby. No offence to the lady of course, I'm not saying she's fat. Maybe she is. But she's definately not skinny. I went to show Jess the big red circle that's always there, but the took it away! I was rather shocked. I visit the museum constantly (and still don't remember it's correct name) and it's always there, and I never get what it represents. But who cares now, it's gone. It disappeared. How depressing.
I got some photos of today. Not much, just the pink propagana wall, as I've renamed it. It;s meant to represent Chinese marketing. Or what it use to be. I also got the photo of the giant, sleeping lady. She was rather pretty.
