or early...depending on your definition. Yeah I know, it isn't really THAT late. Hell, it's not even late for me. For a weekend, this is still early. I'll probably be up until at least 3, who knows. Of course I'll probably sleep until noon. Isn't that the point of weekends?
So what brings me to my LJ at 1:36 you ask? Well, you probably don't ask. You didn't even know what time it was did you? Well, now you do. Honestly, I'm sure at some point my plan was to be philosophical but I'm past that. My head aches, my back is cramping up, the excedrin and the beer are having a weird reaction I think. I know that like two hours ago I wanted to talk about Garden State and the definition of home and finding true love. I'm not sure I have that in me now. After reading some fic, watching a couple eps of Gilgamesh, and taking a shower, my brain has moved on to other things. What those other things are exactly...I don't know.
I think maybe I want to be a cop. Yeah, it's an odd thing for me to say. I want to do something to help people. I want to make the world a better place. It's not the first time I've considered it. I'm sure it won't be the last. Honestly, the only thing stopping me right now is the fucking odd hours. Working nights, weekends, holidays. Not having a set schedule. I like going to bed with my girl. Okay so yeah, I'm not in bed with her right now...but I'm here. I can see her. And someday, if we have kids, I want to be here to tuck them in at night, to read them stories. I'll think about it. Obviously, it's not something to do without forethought. I could totally see myself being a cop though. I dunno. There are numerous moral issues to consider here. But I never wanted to be a person that wrote law. Yeah, that was a thought from a whole other conversation that just occurred in my head. Wasn't putting it all up here. I guess, the gist, some laws that I'd have to enforce I might not agree with. But the chance to do some real good...and the fact that I honestly believe I could...it's saying something. Still, strange.
Or PT. Yeah, not even remotely similar. I know. I don't really want to go back to school and I'd have to. And I'd just want to work with kids. I dunno. I keep saying that. More than anything, I want to help people in some real way. I keep saying I think I could have a job that just made money and that'd be okay...but that's bullshit. I wouldn't be okay. I've always wanted my job to matter, to make a difference in the world. I always will. If I could afford not to work and just to volunteer at like rape crisis centers and homeless shelters and what not, I would. I can't afford to do that so I want my job to be one that helps people. I don't want to be a doctor. Never have. I don't want to be a lawyer...just not really my thing. Firefighter...can't really see that. Teacher...NO. Jesus, if I didn't have my girl, I'd probably be in Nigeria with the Peace Corps or something. I seriously considered it during University. I know, I'll figure this out. I'm not stressed about it, just thinking on the page. Right now, I'm just hoping I get that damn phone call telling me I got the job at Womble. Otherwise, I'm going to feel like a fucking loser. And I'm going to be in a bit of a bind job-wise.
Oh, Friday's AMC. Bianca talked to Josh about Zoe. She was all about not quitting just because things got hard, not giving up and walking away because things were difficult. Well, that's interesting considering it's exactly what she did with Maggie. Methinks the lady doth protest too much...Really, I don't know what to think about Bianca anymore. I don't know if she's even going to consider Maggie when she goes to Paris. I have NO IDEA. I've already decided to move back into fanfic. It's happy there. I know the Bianca in my fanfic. I like her. Once Eden leaves, I'll love Bianca again. And maybe, I'll have some hope that the AMC Bianca will end up with Maggie again eventually...who knows.
Now, I think I'm going to listen to some music or watch some old BAM scenes or read some more fic. I dunno. I'm not sleepy yet but my brain isn't functioning at it's highest level. I leave you with this slightly funny image/idea from my brain about the current state of Bianca...
- I want to hit her in the head with a brick, stuff her in a garbage bag, and leave her outside Maggie's front door with a note that says "Caution, damaged goods...but she promises not to give up even if things get hard."
EDIT - Right, so I just remembered that our US Women's National Team...dear god that's a lot to type...played Mexico today. Why I never fucking know these things is beyond me. Really it is. I LOVE soccer. I ADORE it. It's my favorite sport by far. I love our girls. I love my girls even more. So why do I never know when the national team is playing? I need to make a schedule...calendar...something. Anyway, we crushed Mexico. Crushed. 5-0. Coach Ryan is trying to figure out who to take to World Cup. I get this. I understand why he's playing different line-ups and bringing in new girls. But for fucks sake, why isn't Heather starting? She's Heather. He's loved Heather. He's always brought her. She's started a lot. Abby loves her, can't say enough about her. Abby always starts if she's there. Why the fuck has he moved Tarp up top? She doesn't have Heather's speed or Heather's feet. She doesn't play as well with Abby. I love Tarp, don't get me wrong. She's one of my girls. But Heather IS my girl. Hell, she's THE girl. And who the fuck are these new kids? Where'd they come from? Why are they here? What was so wrong with our line-up before? Bah. No Kai Kai?! Are you serious? I'm SO ready for World Cup. I want a settled roster. I want to know who's going to be there. Seriously. Better fucking be Heather... - END EDIT