Drinks that taste like tart green apples
Friends in high places.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?
My night was filled with friends (always helpful and awesome), jokes (oftentimes inappropriate), work (bond-ful etc.), laughter (such hilarity!), photographs (more hilarity!) and cheesecake (deliciousness).
How was your evening?
Shortest post ever!
WHAT A DAY!
First day of class = CRAAAAZY. I’m kinda exhausted from today, but I know I have to blog about it.
Look at me being all anime-ey! A friend of mine who speaks Japanese is crashing in my room tonight. She’s SUPER AWESOME!
GODDAMMIT, ERIC WHY ARE YOU GOOD AT LEDES/INTROS!? I realized this weekend that I suck as a funny writer. I might be amusing in person, but not on paper. I’m good at being sorta straightforward though. Maybe?
And that’s that!
More substantial post coming someday.
How I would look if I were (a) mangafied and/or (b) absolutely stunningly gorgeous
Reminds me a little bit of the Korean CandyBar doll maker with which I used to be obsessed.
The countdown has finally begun (for me) before school officially starts on Monday. I’m honestly a little terrified but I know I can handle the work that’ll come ahead. I now have to “Zen” myself to focus on what’s coming up very shortly.
This weekend I’ll be checking in to my dormitory for the first time ever. Thrilled – yet nervous. I’m actually going to be on my own for the first time, for a seriously extended period of time. I cannot wait – I’m sick of the comfort here in my house (grandmother doing my laundry, grandmother picking up my room, grandmother doing… everything). It’s going to be strange not having my mother around to talk to, even though we get into petty arguments frequently. And my brother, he’s heading into his junior year, which is going to be tough for him, and I need to help him out… but I’ll figure out something. Heh, he woke me up at around 5:30 today to help him with his homework. Oh, Daniel…
I believe we finished production of our first issue of the school paper yesterday. I was at the office working on my section since around 11 or 12, I can’t remember, after getting a few hours of sleep. I love my section, which is Opinion; it’s a very important one and I want to do my best in making it better than last year’s installments. But what’s frustrating is that my efforts to make it better are tossed out the window by writers with whom I have a hard time working.
I don’t appreciate attitude. But I’m going to set that aside; it only gets me even more flustered and annoyed.
Last night I was with my friend Eric and we were able to catch some fraternity initiation thing (or something) on campus, after we finished with the paper. There was a lot of chanting and hollering behind the library, it was well over 100 guys there, wearing shirts and ties. I didn’t really feel like I was intruding on… whatever they were doing; it was fascinating to see some social psychology at work. It was such a group – I don’t know if that makes sense. I can tell there were some solid bonds there, with photos being taken afterwards and lots of hugs and high-fives.
Eric and I concluded that had this not been a fraternity, we would have certainly thought a cult was practicing something cult-like. I think the lack of lighting contributed to this conclusion. And the chanting.
What else?
Oh, Taco Bell is the bane of my existence now. And I love Taco Bell. Yum, indigestion at 3 a.m.!
I really wonder where I’m going now.
Life! Do with me what you will!
Oh my Lord, today was insane.
Main events:
- Doctor’s appointment. Was 40 minutes late to my appointment, got lucky because someone canceled. Had an ear flushed out, but I still need an OTC cleanser thing. Got a prescription, going back next week for bloodwork. Hopefully I’m not anemic.
- Shopping for dorm. Went to Linens n’ Things and snagged some bedding, pillows, a waste basket and more! The cashier was super nice and gave me 20% off the entire purchase and honored a Bed Bath and Beyond coupon. Oh my God, yay.
- Beacon Boot Camp.
Sir, yes, sir!
Attended a few seminars about the newspaper. Missed the bulk majority of it because of the aforementioned errands. I wish I could’ve gone, but I luckily have some almost-pilfered notes from a friend of mine that I’ll type up for kicks. These sessions were incredibly informative! I’m so excited for the upcoming issue!
Highlight of the Boot Camp? The New York Post myth about an unfortunate headline regarding a piano accident…
THIS HAS TO BE FAKE!
- Dinner at Friday’s with Beaconites. This was fun. Stuffed myself silly with food from Friday’s. Deliciously cheap Friday’s. I had pot stickers, pasta and brownie goodness. And yaaay, strawberry lemonades.
GOOD NEWS: I GOT THE JOB!
I’ll be assistant opinion editor to one Eric, a.k.a. Ercirageous. Visit his awesome blog, it’s totally new!
Time to collapse now.
I would never think I’d see friends in the evenings on a weekly (nearly daily) basis. It boggles me, because in high school I was nowhere near this social. I was the nerd who kept to her journal and and drawings and never really strayed far from either hobby. I didn’t think my friends liked me that much – I believed I was a pity case, and honestly, looking back, I don’t think they really understood I was a bit different from them. I had come from another background and I had substantially conflicting interests… but hey, what’s a high schooler to do?
Things have definitely changed. I’ve found an incredible bunch of people who seem to care about me and listen to me and make me laugh like nobody’s business.
I don’t want to hurt these people. I don’t want to screw up somehow and ultimately fuck up the relationship I have with all of them, because they mean so much to me.
You hear me? YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME.
I’d like to think they believe me when I say this. It’s true. I don’t know what I would do without them, or who I would be…
So, with that:
I love you.
I know it sounds cheesy, but really, I love you and you and you and you and you.
Now if I can say this in person instead of over the Internet, I’ll be set.
You realize a lot of things in 12 days – much more in 12 months. The past two weeks have been a blur to me, but I won’t get into that here.
I’ve learned what love is, or rather, how to express it.
Love is aloe vera on hot red skin just before it peels due to sunburn;
Love is notes on a computer screen you type up in a word processor, setting important words like “amazing” and others in colors and boldface;
Love is unending patience;
Love is a corrected language stretching across newsprint;
Love is a limerick on dry-erase boards decorated with flowery titles;
Love is shopping over budget just because those second pair of jeans are just as important as the first;
Love is saying “fuck it” to the important things later in order to keep sanity now;
Love is hugging someone despite being covered with grime and dirt;
Love is still unending patience;
Love is anything that makes you smile;
Love is bargain buys through online auctions;
Love is good.
The end is near. I think I’ve become quite exhausted, but I don’t think anyone can tell (or care). In between internships and (now) finals, I’ve realized that I’ve come this close to spreading myself too thin. But I know I can persevere and I will succeed. This will be the best year of my life yet, but no doubt my most difficult.
Which is funny, because it’ll also be the year I can drink alcohol legally.
I’m not too thrilled at the thought of my friends getting their hands on me and whisking me off to the closest bar. I know they’d never force me to do something I wouldn’t like, but … really, I’d rather cook chicken marsala with a nice bottle of marsala wine for everybody that I bought myself.
Happy birthday to me, in eight months and 13 days.
