Mary and I were supposed to go to the Albright Knox yesterday to see this exhibit or whatever that Performing Arts had put together. I called her at about six o’clock and she said she’d be ready to go in ten minutes. I ate dinner, got ready, etc, etc, etc, then I called back like twenty minutes later and she said that we weren’t going. Apparently, she had to go with her family to the Anchor Bar or something like that. So, yeah, that was a little depressing. I was kinda looking forward to going since I’d never been to the little Gusto at the Gallery thingy before. I still want to go to the art gallery today, though, since that exhibit with photography of 2,000 naked people inside the Central Terminal is opening.
After not going to the Albright Knox to see the whatever thingy, I walked up to the DVD place and got The Merchant of Venice. I watched it later on, and it’s really good. It’s kind of weird, because like last summer I could not understand Shakespeare at all and now, all of the sudden it’s like, okay, so this isn’t that hard. Anyway. I think I might be becoming one of those Shakespeare fan geeks. Watch me be like that one weird girl in Ten Things I Hate About You who has pictures of Shakespeare all over her locker…. Anyway.
After that whole walking up to get the DVD thing, I went back to my house and just sat on the couch until my parents got home. We’ve been driving a rental for the past two weeks or so because our car broke down and is now officially legally dead. When my parents arrived at home from some fundraiser for my school that I had absolutely no idea about, we left to Hamburg to try out a used Subaru that we saw in the classifieds.
I really thing that my family should just go out and buy a new car. Or go to a used car dealership at least. Because we really have the worst luck with cars. Every morning last winter, we would sit in the car and hope that the car would start. And not explode. I’m kind of sick of ghetto cars.
The car that we previewed was basically the same as our previous car except two years younger, it had different seating, and it was a really weird shade of dragonfly green. I’m so desperate for a car right now that I really don’t care that much about the color or the really gross sportsy stripe on the side of the car. Just get me something to drive me around and I will be happy.