a realization

The gods love Africa
The beautiful, the golden
The radiant, the fertile,
The humbled, the opressed
The tears of Africa
Are only for the moment
They'll fall into the river
And we'll never cry again

I had a calling today. To hell with law school, I want to join the Peace Corps. With my French skills I could go to Burkina Faso or Cote d'Ivoire. Well, no matter what I do I have to help people. If God wants me in a pencil skirt putting criminals away as a prosecutor, so be it; or ruining my complexion beneath the hot sun to deliver rice to starving people, so be it; or just singing a hymn in a nursing home to brighten up the day of a woman who's been bypassed by the rest of the world, so be it. I love people and I want to spend my life helping them.

So enough thoughtful business :-) this weekend = chore weekend. Last night I was in that dumb play, but thank God it's over now. Good times though, sorta. I liked my hoops and poofy pink skirt (the skit was Wizard of Oz, I was Glinda) but the goddamn crown kept cutting off circulation to my brain and I felt like I was drunk. So yeah, interesting times but fun.

Had a singing gig with the BCCQ this afternoon (which sucked). Only minor messups, but we were just generally off. Sometimes I really can't stand Shanna or Karolyn. It was just really stupid, some grandma hired us for her spoiled little grandbrat's first communion party. All I could think about was how bored the little brat had to be. And I even missed my own cousin's confirmation to be there. What the fuck. Yay for being the human pitchpipe too. :-)

But yeah, Shanna hasn't changed one bit since middle school and it's really annoying. She acts like she's five and then wonders why people make fun of her. And Karolyn just likes to play psychologist all the livelong day and make excuses for herself whenever she's dumb instead of just being normal and fixing it. Like today she wouldn't shut up about her goddamn sore throat. And I'm just like "I don't give a shit because mine is sore too but you sure don't hear me complaining," or at least that's what I wanted to say. I need to stop bottling up all this resentment towards people. I really don't hate them. They just piss me off. Well, blogs are for venting.

Inother news, Joe is an asshole. Good riddance to bad rubbish, that's all I have to say about this "oh, well I never technically asked her out" business. I thought I might let it go when Craig told me about it a week and a half ago but now I'm hearing it from other people and I'm like "what the hell, this is bullshit."

I have to babysit Andrew tomorrow. What a dull weekend. This whole month has just sucked. I miss the musical. Those were good times, even if the character shoes and five- or six-hour rehearsals killed. But it was awesome. I need to find a show to do over the summer or I think I'll rot. I'm also going to see if that guy with the horsebarn on Huntley Rd. needs anyone who knows how to care for horses to work there over the summer. If I get a job I won't do a musical. I guess some money would be nice :-).

That's all. Much love!