Today, tomorrow, whenever...

Okay. Here's my horoscope for today....Yes, for today..... "How wonderful it is to have some perspective, PEACH. After constantly asking yourself what direction your life is going, doesn't it feel great to finally feel as if you know? How very wise you are! Yet all this recent wisdom is exhausting. You feel as though you've made a long trip up to the mountaintop to speak with the learned man at the top. Now that you're back down in civilization, it's time to find a soft bed and relax for a bit."Man, oh man. Let me tell u 'bout my day. Well, as I mentioned once before, today is the first day for orientation. Yeah, and it was long as hell. When I read my horoscope, I was like, "damn, this is right on!". It freaks me out at times, but is reassuring at the same time. Newho. Got to the Chase Park Plaza around 8:05. Orientation didn't start until 8:30, but they told us to be there at 8:15. Ah well... For the most part, i sat in a chair all damn day and watched slides on powerpoint. In my head, I was thinking, "SHooT mE!!!" oh my GOD!!!! It was ridiculous. 8 f*cking hours?!!?!? The only really exciting part of my whole day was when I had to put in a special code and use my hand prints to clock in. What I'm basically saying is that I had to slide my hand into this machine for it to register who I was. Weird, huh? Hmmm. Made me think. Do they need a DNA sample, too? I don't know! Well, yeah, the point is i thought it was kinda cool. Well, now I'm worn out after such a long time. Back to my day. There were about 10 people there, including myself, and as usual, I felt so overdressed. I mean, i dressed appropriately for the occassion, but I'm getting the feeling that it's just that so many other people just don't. Like, go figure, the ONLY two white people in the group WOULD be the people who didn't follow the guidelines on our sheet we recieved about orientation. On the paper, it said "no jeans or casual clothing, hats or inappropriate jewelry". Ok, now let me describe to you what the two white folks had on. First, let's talk about the white Guy. Name is Jeffrey. Jeffrey's 20-minute-late a$$ walks in with some of those blue jeans that have been washed a million times and a grey t-shirt. I happen to glance over at the two black girls knowing theyre were thinkin the same thing like, "wtf"?. They were just over there shakin' their heads and laughin' as well. THEN.... we have tanned-to-death white girl next to me. Name's Greta. This girl looked like she alREADy had skin cancer. I swear to GOD. AND!.... AND!!!.... Let me tell you what she had on. She wore this long, white, flowing skirt that you would wear on the beach with this strapless shirt. Again, i'm thinking to myself "Is this fool serious?" I just smiled at her when she looked at me then turned my head down to my paper... Mmm Mmm Mmm. damn shame. Everyone else at least had on a plain black skirt or a white collared shirt. i mean, damn!! First we had to go around, say our names, where we're from, blah, blah, blah, and blah. They get to me and the lady asks me what im studying. Go figure. I tell her my major and minor. And guess what everyone wanted me to do? YES! Talk in spanish and japanese. They were like, "say this". "Say that". I'm like, "oook". The two black females are the only people that I really got to know a little better. However, it was very nice and so were they. While we were taking a break, I overheard them discussing that they both had to catch the bus, even though if they had a car it would take NO time to get where they had to go. Well, once we were getting ready to depart, I decided to just take them home. I swear, they only lived about 5, 10 minutes by car. But I definitely see how it would take a long time if you had to walk. Jenniffer and Danyelle, which are their names, were VERY surprised. I hate the fact that a simple act of kindness is so revered. That just means not enough people do it. But neway, I'm just glad I could help. That's so weird. And it's something i've noticed about myself. No matter if i just met someone, i automatically feel that if there's something i can do to help, i have to. I don't know why i care so much about people, especially when i don't even know them. I went out of my way to take them home, but i didnt care. i felt good afterwards. all i needed was a thank you but i recieved even more. it made me feel so good. soOOOO good. So now i'm at home, watching the BET awards, thinking about how long that day was. But there's no point in that. I'll be right bak there tomorrow.... Yeah... Tomorrow....