re-donk-culous

The Turner Contemporary, to be built on the Kent coast in the town of Margate, is now estimated to cost £29.5 million.

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1) Why would someone spend £29.5 million on a building that will look like this:



2) Why would someone house Turners with Tracey Emins in something that will look like this:



3) It looks like it belongs in Universal Studios as an imax appendage to the 'Jaws' ride.

Why would someone want to build a special building for Turners anyway? Okay, so The Fighting Temeraire was voted greatest painting in Britain, but if you ask me, it was all biasly steeped towards British nostalgia. So typical! I was stumping for Manet's Un Bar Aux Folies-Begère. Besides, when trawling the coast of Kent, which is boring enough as it is, why would we want to see MORE paintings of a british coastline, especially when excellent replicas can probably be found at the local mall.

Oh, yay.

I just read about how thousands of tourists are still stranded in Cancun due to Hurricane Wilma, which also means that most STD infested college kids are now confined to one specific geographical location. Brilliant.

Ew.

I had to delete the last song-lyric post because I think I threw up in my mouth a little when I saw it today, or as my younger, more tactless younger sister puts it " GAAGGG"...

Anyway, I sprained my ankle...I can't even remember the last time I sprained something. But for the last 2 days I've been hobbling around like a cripple. My ankle looks like the trunk of a baobab tree and it hurts a lot. The worst part is how it happened. I fell off my own set. My own set, which I should be able to navigate blindfolded with my feet tied together. Anyway, it was really my fault for forgetting the 'no-slipper' policy for everyone working onstage. So my slippers caused me some 'slipp-age' and I fell off a high step, and landed with a resounding *crack* in my left ankle.

In response to my hobbling around, I've have a chance to be the unwilling recipient of sympathy. Sympathy in general is grotesque curiousity in disguise.. . All they really want to know is how it happened...

"WAH! WHAT HAPPENNNN???"

"oh, I sprai-"

"HOW????"

I hate it because I hate revealing that my injury was the result of my stupidity, plus, what about more comforting words like "I hope it doesn't hurt too much.." or "At least now you can park in the handicap parking spot and get 50% discount off tickets..." Anyway, I've learnt my lesson and at least now I won't forget to change into shoes when I have to work onstage. Even the very next day, when I had to finish dressing the set :