So a while ago I spoke of Spring Awakening and how much I wanted to see the musical. Well, I finally have. I saw it this past Saturday, and it was rather exciting. I sat in the front row of the balcony and I couldn’t believe that I could see everything oh so well. It was rather nice. I’m also happy that all the hype didn’t go to waste, and there’s probably a group of people that want to shoot me because I’m another one of those “O.M.G. Spring Awakening is teh shit!” (( a note to those people: fuck off ))

I do have to say that the musical is like a roller coaster of emotions, at least in the second part. When Moritz, played by John Gallagher, Jr. committed suicide I was devastated…and crying…terribly so. But then they followed it with “Totally Fucked” and it brought me to a big laugh and smile, so I felt like a friggin’ woman on PMS/menopause.

So there’s another website/blog created by me, for me. Isn’t that insane? It’s meant for Parsons since we’re suppose to document our work. It makes me sigh a bit, but at the same time I’m kind of relieved. Free web space? Sure why not! You can see this site at http://a.parsons.edu/~clouie

With regards to my classes, I’m rather…dismayed and excited? There hasn’t been a class that I look forward to, but there isn’t really a class that I completely dread. I just…want to actually get more hands on in terms of technology.

Now the sad part of this entire post. Not only have I slowly increased the amount of cigarettes I consume within a week, but I’m increasingly getting more depressed. Lately, with the exception to a handful, I feel like anyone that calls me or comes to see me has one of the following reasons: (1) they need my help in web design, (2) they require borrowing some of my art supplies, (3) they need someone else’s number, (4) they need me to deliver a message to someone, (5) they need someone to talk to, (6) they want me to bake something for them, (7) they need someone to take care of them while their drunk/stoned.

That’s a lot of reasons for a lot of different people, and it’s rather annoying. It’s insulting. It’s abusive. And it causes me to feel used, and get frustrated and I can’t release this frustration without coming off as a prick so I get upset, and even more frustrated and then disappointed and then finally depressed.