The Triple-Threat Trio!!!

Okay so before I decided to make this a semi-serious blog, I had a random thought about the current state of my favorite actress in the whole world: Miss Angelina Jolie. Her children are going to be fucking awesome. Every last one of them. They're gonna like save the world or something. I mean they're like the answer to the world's problems. Because like when Zahara or Shiloh is like four years old, and Maddox is with them, when the teacher asks them what they want to be, they're gonna answer: "I'm going to be a political activist and fight poverty and cancer around the world. Feed every starving child on the planet and clean the rivers too." They're gonna be like the world's greatest superheroes. The Triple-Threat Trio!! They've got brains, beauty and killer genetics! But yeah it just makes me mad that they can be their kids and they won't adopt me!

Anyway, I hung out with a few members of the "family" tonight after an orchestra concert that was surprsingly good, though one of the violinists needs to get their ass kicked! But otherwise it was really good. I liked the second song they did to commorrate the student that died in the car crash. It made me think of Travis for a little while. God I miss him. I wish he would just come back. It saddens me even more to think that the memories I have of him will inevitably fade over time, and I don't want them to. I wanna hold on to the memory of his raspy voice and that flaming orange hair with those red freckles as long as I can. But...*sigh* yeah. It's cool how the family on this campus seems to have bonded together more tightly than I've ever seen any other kind of community do it in the past. Maybe all of that club shit is too rigid. Maybe we just need some kind of informal communtiy where people can do and say what they please without the fear of reprimand. But I really enjoy hanging out with my "sistahs." Sometimes I feel as though they neglect me, though I know that they're just busy. But it's hard to understand half the stuff that goes on because I don't really know the world that they come from and what goes on in it, but I try to catch up and understand most of what happens. And it hurts that I can't join in on all the festivities that go on as much as I'd like. I can only side-track and sideline. At least for now. I'm working to change that.

So I've discovered that (shock and amaze) they have a physical therapy center right down the street from the school and what's more they accept Medicaid and treat patients with CP! What more could one ask for? Now if my brother would stop bullshitting and get on the ball, I could start making progress toward my ultimate goal of walking across the damn stage to get that diploma in December. But the more I thought about it, I was thinking that I deserve it. I deserve a full life and I want one that I can fully enjoy to the fullest. I wanna go the club and J-Set and flirt with guys without them seeing the chair and losing interest. I wanna go and dance on the floor and break and pop it, and do all of that. Then I want to take them back to my apartment and make love slowly all night long with no thoughts of limitations and what we can and can't do. I have all of these visions in my mind. I want to wear clothes that fit and look right on me because I stand up in the mirror and wear them like they were designed. I don't want to have to wrap my fur coat around me to keep it from getting tore up. I don't want the sleeves of my shirt to end up really dirty every time I get in my chair. There's just so much that I want to and I owe it to myself to at least try to do it. I've done so much already and once you've seen a show like "Six Feet Under" of which I've finished the 1st season, you can't help but want to live your life a little better. So we shall have to see. I've still gotta plan the 3 parties I'm having for my birthday "week" so I have yet to know where all of this is going.