angel of music

i fiiiiiiiinally saw the phantom of the opera at the theatre tonight. have been so very anxious about it recently. went all by myself (i'm such a big girl, woohoo) and stayed until the credits were completely finished. got a few tears in my eyes throughout the movie (especially at the end). wow... nothing does to me what the phantom of the opera does to me!

i guess i could sort of babble on about what's been going on w/ me lately. i've sure enjoyed a number of days off. got most of friday off (got to spend lots of time in my favorite bookstore, then time w/ mom, then ate at el maguey with the parentals that night), all of saturday off (went to comedy city w/ a couple of gals-- was a blast!!!), then sunday was the busy day. i was liturgist at the 10:15 service, plus i gave the children's sermon which (thank God!) turned out really well. ate at panera on the plaza after church, walked around the plaza (found the pair of yellow express pants i'd been anxious about for over a week-- they were marked down to $9.99; do you think i got them!?), then enjoyed a chai latte and, again, looking around the bookstore (bloomsday fascinates the heck out of me), then back to church to prepare for youth encounter and stage lights (youth groups). that all went over really well-- i was leading them since the director was on the ski trip. had a great time... got back home just past 9 and hit the pillows after that. monday (today) had the day off-- played some skip-bo w/ mom and sarah-- cleaned-- had some fun w/ grandma and finally decided that, gosh darnit, i was gonna get out and go see the darn movie. and so i did. and so... aren't you just thrilled that you know all about how my days have been (or at least what i've been doing)?

i suppose that writing about how my days are is sort of a dumb* thing to do. i mean-- it doesnt tell anything about who i am or what i really think or feel-- and to me, these are the more important things. hmm.

i had a conversation the other day w/ somebody, about teaching in kansas city. this chick was white. from the sound of it, teaching in the inner city is a bee-atch for whites, especially white chicks (and the fact that i'm blonde gives me a big ole' "NO WAY" sign for this thought-- i'd almost undoubtedly get no respect in the classroom). perhaps this "passion" (if you will) is nothing more than a dream-- but we shall see. i'd be perfectly content teaching anywhere... and who knows. maybe i'll end up teaching abroad somewhere. guess i'm young and a lot of opportunities will arise beyond kansas city (at least that's my hope). but i truly am interested in the more inner-city world (as far as teaching goes-- not necessarily living), or at least anything but suburbia.

anywhooooooo... am tired... think i might head to bed. sorry this was sort of blah. maybe something intelligent, inspiring, or eventful will show up on here someday (just not today).

* denotes lack of a better word to use