spring awakening is a coming of age story told through the eyes of a group of angsty, horny teenagers fighting both for and against understanding the world in front of them. the story, i thought, was reminiscent of the dead poets soceity. The acting are really great and the singing is just amazing, see it before it closes :D.
ps. try to avoid seeing it with your parents … aawkward
House:Nonconformity, right. I can’t remember the last time I saw a 20-something kid with a tattoo of an Asian letter on his wrist. You are one wicked free thinker. You want to be a rebel? Stop being cool. Wear a pocket protector like he does and get a haircut. Like the Asian kids who don’t leave the library for 20 hours stretches, they’re the ones who don’t care what you think. Sayonara.
Wilson:So should I go through all the resumes looking for Asian names?
House:Actually, the Asian kids are probably just responding to parental pressure, but my point is still valid.
- at&t quickfire -tickets to spamalot -pie by Ken Haedrich -4 pie pans -apple corer -huge sketchbook -set of colored pencils -set of sharpies -dress, shirt, shoes and necklace from urban outfitters -acrylic paint -sarah laurence sweatpants -charcoal paper (who knew there was such a thing?) -CD’s yelle- pop up mayday parade- tales told by dead friends powerspace- the kicks of passion zolof the rock & roll destroyer- schematics new young pony club- fantactic playroom
sometimes i feel like im a very ordinary person, blended in with the rest in the middle. at the very least i feel like if you could explore someones brain mine would be a little more interesting then the average persons, i envision it being like my grandpa’s basement, stuff piled five or six feet high with tiny aisles between the stacks so that its impossible to find everything unless you were the one who put it that way, i kind of like my thoughts to be muddled and chaotic that way i know if you really know and understand me, being able to read my handwriting in another story entirely
“that’s the whole trouble. you can’t ever find a place that’s nice… when you’re not looking somebody’ll sneak up and write ‘Fuck you’ right under your nose. try it sometime. i think, even, if i ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and i have a tombstone and all, it’ll say ‘Holden Caulfiend’ on it, and then what year i was born and what year i died, and then right under that it’ll say ‘Fuck you.’ i’m positive, in fact.”—the catcher in the rye