Museum of Natural History

I found this in our fridge the other day when I was cleaning out everything and oh dear, it was old. It doesn't really look that bad here but it was as hard as a rock. I feel like I've posted this already but oh well. You've been relimed.


This should be the White House instead. We could call it the Gray House and people would be like, good idea. This was a much statelier building. It was a bad idea to put the White House right next to it because you see this building first and you're like, oooh! Then you get to the actual White House and you say, "hm. I thought it would be bigger".

Hm. At least the fountain was on.








The Washington Monument was very tall and important.









The reflecting pool was looking rather nasty.









Woo doggy, what's this?








There was a gigantic pro-life rally taking up a lot of space on the mall area. It was all teenage girls and I felt like I was back in high school.





But oooh, who can resist the sexy Marines/Navy guys/Professional Reenactors? No one! Squeal! They're so dreamy!





This was in the front hall of the Natural Science museum. We managed to see everything right before all of the protesters streamed in and took up space.




Diamond dust from a meteorite! This is one of my favorite pictures from Tuesday.






This is what happens when you take styrofoam far down in the ocean. Mini-cup.






Rawr.








Rawr x2. I like this picture too.











Of course, the real reason anyone goes to a museum is to check out the gift shoppe. Admit it.






This box brings back horrible memories of guilt and rocks that don't turn into anything.






More pretty orbs.








Dice.








You could pick out an entire bag of fake-looking rocks for only four dollars. Only four dollars! Wow!






There's more pictures, especially from the Bones Exhibit which was really neat. But... I just google mapped thrift stores in my area and now feel compelled to visit them. I'm currently exiled from the hostel because some insurance guy is coming to inspect the place and Steve wants "as few English speakers around as possible." I am certainly not one to shy away from shady dealings so he sent me down to the coffee shop Tryst where I bought the cheapest coffee I could find to use the internet.