Woe to those who spurn
what goodness they are shown. No
one mourns the Wicked.
I love this so much and wish I had been able to see Idina, Kristin and the rest of the OBC when I did get to see Wicked.
I swear, Broadway doesn’t know how much it’s impacted my life. I don’t really “fangirl” over anything. But. Seriously:
(via newyorkshows)
Source: morethanonedimension
Diary of a would be ME: next to Wicked birthdays and exams
Where to begin? It’s been a whole week and a couple of days since I’ve written you lovelies.
Let’s see, I last mentioned the Psych exam. Well, that happened. I got 100/106, not particularly happy that I needed the bonus points to offset the three answers I got wrong, but I am happy that it’s an A. That was Thursday, Feb 2, 2012. We’re starting a new unit in that class, it’s a fairly short one only consisting of chapters 6-8, I’m currently working on getting those notes written. I’ve also started on my case study again, I think I have all the interview questions I’ve been meaning to ask you guys down, so you’ll be getting emails within the next week or so.
Spanish! My oral exam went well, though she did take one point off of my 100, I currently have a 95 in that class, I technically should probably work harder at it but I don’t particularly want to. Y’know? Anyway, we just had our second exam in that class and I should be getting that grade later tonight or this weekend.
English Comp: well. Last post I spent my whole post talking about the shitfest that was. We haven’t really done anything— oh wait. Right. We turned in our papers. OH MY GOD, WHY DID I DO THAT?
It’s been well over five years since I’ve turned in an essay to be graded and I’m not happy with it one bit. I’m afraid my thesis isn’t clear enough and that my professor is going to just mark it up with red ink. My stomach is in all kinds of knots. In case you haven’t noticed, I have a really relaxed writing style and I tend to write like I’m talking to you. Y’know, conversational writing. Though, I can have some stiffer writing. I’m just nervous. I feel sick just thinking about it.
Oh. Between Psych and Spanish, my birthday weekend happened. Yeah, wonderful right? I got to spend some time with my cousins, we saw Wicked together and then I took Kathryn to go see next to normal. I don’t really know how she felt about it because we have this thing with her grandma (my aunt) and her dementia. I don’t know if it struck her the way it struck me. I love next to normal so much. I’m determined to see more Broadway shows throughout my life, especially after I get my doctorate. I plan on taking her to see them, too.
Back to this week: my actual birthday just passed and it was just as fantastic as the time I got to spend with my cousins. Mom and I went to dinner at the Salt Lick and I had a couple of ribs. Goodness gracious, they were delicious. Personally, I don’t think they’re as good as Luling’s City Market’s food, but it was good stuff. I got invited to a party/celebration this weekend. I don’t know if I’m going to go. I want to. Things are just difficult. I was raped at the last party I went to where I only knew a couple of people.
But I have come a long way, I’ve gone to concerts by myself. I guess it’s the public vs private aspect that’s also got my stomach in knots. I’m thinking about it.
Anyway, it’s been a good week so far. I wish I had more time to write to you guys every day, but I just get busy with classes and studying. See you whenever I have the chance. ♥
Shrek the Musical and Wicked keychains, if only my Phantom of the Opera keychain wasn’t broken.
Diary of a would be ME: Systematic marginalization and oral presentations
Wicked is this weekend, I’m not so smart. Sonia, Kat and the kids should be coming. Still super excited. Glad in a way, too. This week’s been kind of hard on me, not really talking much to the people I socialize with the most and then general crap from triggers and whatnot. Uh, this could potentially be triggering? Just very narrow views on racism and assimilation mentioned.
