strength.

facebook hates me. it's a fact.
i am taking this nice, long summer vacation to get a certain someone out of my mind, but naturally there's something about them every single effing day in that little side column, which of course makes me want to facestalk them. this causes great internal conflict as to whether i should or not.

if i could, you know i would
if i could i would let you go.
-u2

so work's proving to be completely overrated, as usual. i've only been back two days and i'm already sick and tired of that place. love love love the people there (well, minus my boss), but the work part can just go.

i'm in this play now called "the ladies of rosemont" about all these women who are buried in a local cemetary. the idea of the play is "if you could stand up [after you've died] and send out one message about your entire life, what would it be?" then, the woman who wrote the play has challenged us to write a monologue from the p.o.v. of women in our own families, and we'll perform those as well. these are the women i'm portraying:
->mary starke kennedy, a society woman [who i'm pretty sure killed her husband] who lavished in all the luxuries of the wealthy southerners
->stella whitmire, who wanted to be famous but instead fell in love and stayed in the little town she was born in
->annie wallace carpenter, a woman who suffered from alzheimers; although she didn't see it as suffering, she was perfectly content living believing there was nothing wrong with her
->martha mcgaha wise, the eldest daughter in a family of four who lived her whole life taking care of her family until she married at the age of 64
->matilda jeter fair, who married a man named charlie after his first love had died
->carrie bedenbaugh, a meddling mother who was always told by her children "moma, mind your own business"
->elberta mize, who worked herself to death taking care of her husband who suffered a stroke

i'm thinking i'm going to write mine on my great-grandmother. she was the oldest child and her parents died young, leaving her the prime caregiver for her younger siblings. her sister was murdered. she eloped and moved out of her home when she was 17 years old.

it's just amazing looking back at all these women's lives and seeing them come alive again to tell their story. this city's past is really fascinating.