Fine day for America

Oh what a fine day.  I'm not particularly political, but Osama Bin Laden's death made my night, and is making my day.  Obviously this does not solve the issue of terrorism, but it is one step closer to eradicating the source.  President Obama's speech warmed my heart and soul last night and made me proud to be an American for the first time in years.  I've been feeling particularly political lately.  It's strange... I guess I really am getting older.  I found myself fretting about clean water the other day after watching Josh Fox's film, Gasland.  Not only was a fretting about the water supply of this nation, but it really made me think about how much I overlook the fact that necessities like water have been provided to me without question, since birth.  People die all over this world from contaminated water or lack of water, and here I've been able to trust the water flowing from my tap for 23 years without question.  I felt so politically motivated after the film, that I considered joining the Peace Corps to serve the world that has served me.  However, that idea was quickly shot down when my mom reminded me of the time I cried because I went to a friend's house when I was 5 and their parents smoked.  I thought they were bad people as a result, and called my mom crying.  She picked me up and later asked what the problem was.  I told her they smoked and she shook her head.  I've always been a crier, what can I say?  I cried watching Shiloh when his owner hit him, I cried because I wanted to get married and be in love when I was 3 and couldn't.  Naturally, seeing impoverished families or animal/human cruelty would never fly.  I'd be a wreck.  Also, I read several articles about how the peace corps can be really dangerous for women in certain areas of the world, because they are extra prone to sexual assualt.  That wouldn't fly with me either.  That and I'm terrified of bugs... all of them.  So, for now I think I will find ways to contribute to the causes and efforts I feel strongly about from my own soil.  Maybe I can just start spending more time volunteering or working with children.  I have an entire summer ahead of me.  But I do need money.  Desperately.  As soon as I have these two, 12-page papers written, my one 5 page paper written, and my presentation done I will seriously job search.  I must find the motivation, and I must find it straight away.  I cannot wait to see my bf... that should be motivation in itself.  Seeing him without worrying about school work to do should prompt me to do my school work...but I hate it so.  If I had money, I would bribe myself, but I can't go around blowing 200 dollars on a pair of shoes or sexy dress right now.  Making matters worse, all of my paper subjects are on emo issues.  I'm writing one on Billie Holiday, a sexually abused prostitute and drug addict who couldn't keep a man to save her life.  The next paper is on lynching...and how the women left behind were affected by the loss of their husbands/sons/brothers.  And the third paper is on a book by Eric Gansworth called "Smoke Dancing."  A book about Tuscorora Indians on a reservation who have well water contaminated by leech beds and barrels of pollutants buried near by.  I may become an alcoholic writing about these issues. haha.  Oh well, I will do it because I have to, and I will do it well.