The Good Samaritan

First things first....inspirational picture of the day!

I love stained glass windows, and this is of the parable of the Good Samaritan -- someone we should all try to be like.
The phrase "Good Samaritan" has popped up a lot in the past day. I think it might be a sign from God "This is what you're doing. And no matter how much you're getting shit on right now, I appreciate it."

Secondly, I need to write some stuff out...
I was going to write about the amazing amazing amazing touring show of Wicked that I saw this weekend. However, the sheer incredulous...crap of the past 24 hours deserves a blog entry too. And it's more on my mind. So I'm going to try posting about Wicked later.

Instead, I'm going to quickly give you an overview of the past 24 hours. My parents were driving me crazy, I went to the clubs, I met up with a friend of mine who'd just gotten out of the ER cause he wanted to hang out, nobody was really taking care of him, I paid for our food (and not just ours, his roomates' too!) which came to $35 but I only got $20 back, which I then put towards Josh's Vicodin. I went to sleep at 7, and woke up to Josh fighting with ex-boyfriend (who still lives with him) -- the ex then claimed he'd been taking care of Josh all night except, no, that was me. Today we went to Josh's grandparents so I could be reimbursed for the Vicodin and the gas I spent, but they wouldn't give Josh squat.
So I'm broke, and I'm gasless, and I'm pissed off.
But at least I did a good deed, right? That's alright, I'll get money from his grandparents some other time. We'll visit them again before I leave, and if that doesn't work, I'll charge interest and write them a nice letter.
I'm not a selfish person, I just cannot afford to be doing good deeds that cost money and not be getting paid back.

"You could be the best thing about me..."

I spend almost all of my time trying to make other people happy. Smiles are what makes the sun shine, laughter makes the world turn, joy is the

That's not to say I'm a good person. A good person would try to make everyone happy. I pass my judgements, and if I decide I don't like a person, I really couldn't care less how they're feeling. In my book, that makes me a bitch and a bad person.
Then again, with the number of people I consider friends out of the number of people that I know... maybe not. I guess we'll see when I get to the Pearly Gates and Peter says "Dayum, boi, you a bitch."

Anyways, I like to live by the philosophy that if the people in your life aren't happy, and if you aren't enjoying yourself, you must be doing something wrong.

In other news, I'm having a rather difficult day today. Ew at that. So, I'm sending out ecards to people, instead of packing or highlighting or working on my comm project. Or eating, which I should do too...