i managed to drag my ass out last night. i went to an art show that a friend of mine was putting on. i am not a socialite. i am not many things, as i have come to realize in the last 24 years, but i am definitely antisocial (depending on whatever toxin i have loaded my body with mind you). i find it difficult to be at an art show for more than 20 minutes. i look, i leave. its not that i don't think about what it all means and all that bullshit but i guess i am not the type to talk about movies and boyfriends at an art show. nonetheless i thought it was neat-o.