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?
How I'm feeling right now.
I saw Swing Vote last night, with Kevin Costner. I thought he overdid it in some scenes, but I liked it. The ending was totally predictable, but whatever. I loved the fact that Kelsey Grammer and Nathan Lane were in it. That was full of win, yes.
I forgot I got paid yesterday. What a help that was.
I have to remember that
- Things don’t always go according to plan.
- Some people don’t and can never change.
- Sometimes what’s best is out of my control, against my desires.
- Sometimes what’s out of reach is supposed to stay out of reach.
I’ve been wrestling with a couple of emotions, too personal to get into here, publicly. These emotions have gotten me thinking about myself, what I need and want, and how to achieve my goals.
I hung out with a few friends today before work. We went out for lunch – hot dogs. I never liked hot dogs.
These were good hot dogs though. I only had one single dog out of fear that my body mass would instantly increase and subsequently scare my three male friends. Did help myself to cheese fries… everything was nice, if not hot.
I’m really trying to savor enjoying general company now with my friends from college before it’s time to depart. I have a fear that college will be just like high school – dandy for four years, and then everyone breaks away. I know that leaving my job – the wonderful school newspaper – is going to be extremely difficult. A lot of bonding has happened in that office, despite the hassles that goes on. I’m going to miss everyone I’ve worked with after I leave.
I still have a while to go, though. I’m just brooding, like Bruce Wayne.
In order news, I found a stuffed animal in a parking lot. I took it home, even though I wanted to leave it in my friend’s car. It’s a white puppy with a pink nose and fluffy fur.
Song of the moment: The Perfect Drug – Nine Inch Nails
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Can’t keep control, can’t keep track of where it’s traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood
I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
Sigh, I promised I wouldn’t let this blog become too personal. Snap.
Okay, folks … since insomnia has struck, I think I’ll write for a little while. All right, so I look a little crazy here. But posts become instantly more exciting with pictures, so here you go. This is me being crazy. I don’t usually have straight hair, but it comes out nice when it is. But I do know how to rock curly hair sometimes. And it can get insanely curly. Thing is, it tends to frizz out pretty quickly, so I have to be careful when I manage it. Ah, and as you can see here, I have pink glasses. At least once a month, someone notices, “Oh my God! Your glasses are PINK!” I’m due for new ones, though … I can’t wait to pick out a new pair.
What else … oh, yes! I like to cook. A lot. One of the main reasons why I’m dorming in the fall is because I would have my own kitchen (to share with other roommates, yes, but the odds of college students who cook on campus seems minimal). This here is a slice of a quesadilla I made my for a picnic with co-workers (school newspapers for the win!). These were pretty much devoured in relatively quickly, but they were a huge hassle to make. Then again, I shouldn’t have made these at 8 in the morning … nothing like the smell of hot oil to wake ya up!
Another one of my dishes I cooked. Seared pork tenderloin with onions and mushrooms. It was the first dish I tried with my formerly brand new cast iron skillet from Logic (best o’the best, I tell ya), and my GOD, this was delicious. The pork had a tinge of pink on the inside, and very juicy. I think I garnished this with some fresh rosemary too. After I got this skillet I bought Cookwise by Shirley Corriher, which is a great read. I was inspired to cook for myself and to learn how to cook by this wonderful blue-eyed Southern man:
Ain’t he dreamy? (sigh) … oh, hello? Sorry. Ahem. OK, so Alton Brown of Good Eats and Feasting on Asphalt fame is probably the most anal cook to ever exist. But still! I own two of his books and find them very easy to read, understand, and fun to flip through. My favorite page is the diagram of the pig with its cuts clearly labeled.
Since I was supposed to be in bed a while ago, I’ll end this post with one of my four dogs, acting like a Nazi in his sleep. (Just see for yourself!):
Good night!
