Iris Amelia: Thoughts, et cetra

Dear Gov. Sarah Palin,

Thank you for everything you’ve done to contribute to Sen. John McCain’s campaign. I have you – and I suppose one Tina Fey – to thank for bringing my mother and I closer together; we have bonded over the words that come out of your mouth at least once a week. Your antics and the ridiculous claims you have made against your opponent Sen. Barack Obama are, although inflammatory (an aside: really, nice job responding to The Associated Press) nonetheless extremely amusing. I personally couldn’t believe you would (mis)quote a Starbucks coffee cup during a rally, but after your debate with Sen. Biden last week, I should not have put it past you!

The gods of satire are certainly smiling as Tina Fey reels in viewers through her impersonation of you on Saturday Night Live. Thank you so much for providing her with such fantastic material. You have to admit – she really has you down to a tee. Remember, Governor, imitation is the highest form of flattery.

So keep it up! Please! I’m so happy to be laughing with my mother again and I’m glad Tina Fey is getting the attention she deserves. You are, too – pundits and media-mongers are scrutinizing your every word after the debate in St. Louis. So hopefully you still have those index cards.

Best of luck to you, Governor Palin!

Sincerely,

Iris Amelia

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Life is going very well right now. I’m pretty gosh darn happy. The stuff I’ve been cooking (literally so) has been delicious and I am ridiculously excited; in December I’m going to meet my culinary idol, and I have yet to construct my thank-you gift for the wisdom and humor he has provided for a while. (I will tell you, though, it will be humongous. I hope it will be taller than me.) Without him, I would not have been able to construct my own recipes and develop a personal cooking style.

Things are going to get busy, though, for midterms and papers are looming. I’m excited, though, because that just means time is flying and I have much to look forward to in the future. I’ve been having these “flashes of reality” recently and I realize I’m extremely young. I’ll be turning 21 in two months and three weeks. I am thrilled to be taking life by the horns and running with it, even though I might not have the reins in my power all the time.

I’m starting to enjoy the unknown, something I’ve never been able to do before. I’ve always been so antsy about what’s to come that I never enjoy the Now.

I love my friends. They’re my blood and air. They make me smile. I can easily close my eyes, think of one of my friends, and I’ll either let out a chuckle or find a smile trickle onto my lips. I will not worry of what’ll happen come that day when I don a cap and gown and say goodbye to my undergraduate academic career. In fact, I’m looking forward to it, because then I’ll embark on another academic journey, certainly filled with challenges and adventures. (Let’s forget that it’ll probably cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. It’s only money, after all.)

I’m so glad to get back into my writing again. I submitted some poetry for a small thinger, a convocation at my university, and hopefully something will be accepted. I realize NaNoWriMo is coming soon and I’m pondering whether or not I should attempt it again … my time is as scarce as ever, but I miss my silly characters. I have two in mind that I’d like to know better, so … maybe.

Wow, things are getting exciting. But I wonder whether or not I should ride things through, or take a chance this week, something.

What leaps can I take?