Of Art and Bugs

My dear internet friends, I need your support and absolution if you feel up to give it. Forgive me interwebs, for I have murdered. This, is the face of infestation. Please note I did not actually take this photo because I was too busy crying and screaming bloody murder. Insects and I are sooooo not on good terms. In fact the last thing the three-inch-long sixty legged little sir heard before meeting his maker (aka a gigantic wad of toilet paper) was my disturbed cry of "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!"

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The great sage Google told me (after I ran a search for common apartment bugs) these many-legged devils go under the alias of silverfish or mustache bugs. I am going to file this under a case of false advertisement, mustache bug sounds fun! Look at me I'm a mustache bug! Nothing about these things is as fun as a great 'stache. I killed three of them before ten o'clock this morning...IN THE BATHROOM. Where are you at your most vulnerable? IN THE BATHROOM. Bathrooms are places for bare-feet, pants around ankles, or no pants at all! There are very few layers of protection from these bugs in the bathroom! My Mom has a theory that they crawl up the bathroom drain. That sound you hear? It is a combination of me throwing up and crying. So sorry to start off with such grisly details, lets continue shall we?

Weather update: It's still hot as an Amish oven here, thermometers tapped at around 105 degrees. Sheesh. I used this an opportunity to stay local (and in as much air conditioning as possible) and visited the Phillips Collection, a super fab art museum here in Dupont Circle.

 More Van Gogh! He tickles my fancy.

 The great thing about this museum is you feel like you are visiting a super cool (and rich) friend's house. It's all very cozy, personal and very much enjoyable.

Hello Edward Hopper, nice to see you just hanging around. Should you ever get bored here, I know another certain fireplace where you can hang on or around my mantle. (I bet he gets that all the time).

Check out who I found hanging around the hood! I think they should make water come out of the trunk, just a suggestion.

 Doors are cool.

Here is a picture of me getting ready to head out. I am allowed to do vain things like this because this blog is named after me, durrrrrrr. I'm wearing a sparkly tank from ye ol' H&M and brown cotton shorts from Forever21. Life on a budget 'yall.

 And best for last, LOOK!! SPROUTS! There was only one when I left this morning but I came back to two little guys breaking surface! Grow steady little friends!

But anyway it's Friday (hoorahhh!!) So what do you have planned? Something fun I hope!

Capital and Smithsonian Art Museums

Today was an aimless day. I took the metro to the Smithsonian and just popped in whatever museum I passed by. Sometimes this worked, I loved the National Gallery of Art, where I saw Picasso's, VanGogh's, Monet, Renoir, the whole gang was there.  Sometimes random museum hopping backfired like with the Smithsonian Castle (which I may not have given a fair chance, I was out once I saw a crypt) and the Freer Art Gallery (Asian art just isn't my thing, but I do love me some Asian food.

 A VanGogh (who, no lie, I'm into just because of Doctor Who)

 Ohhhh, ahhhhh, a rock!

Lazy Hazy Saturday

Yesterday I visited the Smithsonian Museum of American Art/National Portrait Gallery (they share a building...let me just say the American Art Museum is way more interesting in this bloggers humble opinion). It was a fabboo way to spend a day (in air conditioning!) Whenever I visit an art museum it makes me realize that literally anything can be considered art. It's easy to be judgeyMcJudgerson about any drawings or paintings I make, but museums make you realize there is a lot of weird looking stuff in the world that people actually really dig. One man's trash really is anther's treasure! I would also like to note that I'm not president of the modern art fan club. One installation featured a man on a television just looking into a camera and rubbing his checks repeatedly. Moisturizing is art now? To each their own.

 I actually like this simple painting on canvas, it says I'm fun and practical. Also I may have just ran out of primary colors.

 I bet this homegirl never had trouble hailing a taxi.