Sunday, April 27, 2008

I am a squirrel...

Hi Guys,

I was just having an informative conversation with my fiance, and he was frustrated that I like to hoard things. I calmly informed him that I am a squirrel and that's just what squirrels do. However, I would like to point out that if you buy party decorations every time you have a party or a holiday, it's very expensive. We had a Hollywood themed birthday party with lots of stars and decorations, and Mr. Suvedi claims that I should throw this stuff out because it's taking up space. However, my squirrelly nature wants to keep it all for future use. I can see having a Hollywood theme again, right??? Makes sense. However, we're moving very very soon, and everything has been threatened with Salvation Army. Don't get me wrong, I love the Salvation Army. I like to buy stuff there and I think it's a wonderful place for reusing old stuff. However, I do not want to give the Salvation Army all my stuff. I am a squirrel. I keep stuff until it's useful. And the stuff I forget about one day becomes a tree.... well, maybe not a tree, but it'll be good for something.

Speaking of squirrels, the saddest part of moving for me (other than having to move AGAIN :() is leaving Phyllis behind. Phyllis is our squirrel friend who sometimes eat peanuts that I leave her on our balcony. She and I have become good friends over this past year, starting somewhat rockily when she was determined to dig in my potted plants. However, we moved past the flora destruction into peanut fiestas. She visits my baby kittens through our glass door. (They're not babies anymore... their first birthday is coming up in May) But they hang out and play through the door. She used to sit on the chairs when they were out there, but she'd knock them over when she got scared/excited. Torie especially likes to watch to Phyllis and the bird do-wop group through the windows/doors. I've stopped giving Phyllis nuts lately because we're moving and I don't want her to get in trouble with the new residents of our apartment. Don't worry, she's got plenty to eat this spring, I made sure. She's still quite fat and sassy. Phyllis the fat and sassy squirrel. Sounds like a children's book. Phyllis is such a funny name for a squirrel. Sandip blames me for it, but I can't help it if Phyllis's parents were mean!! Like I should listen to Deep-Sand-but-switched on that one, anyways!! (LOVE YOU SWEETIE!!!! Remember the chicken!)

Anyways, I should stop ripping on him or I'll get in trouble. I'm in trouble anyways because I have an exam tomorrow and should be studying. It's not my fault my class is so boring..... :) Anyways, gotta run. LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Sarah the Squirrel

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I miss the Gilmore Girls

Hello for the second time!!

I was just sitting here, watching an old episode of Gilmore Girls, while doing my homework. I really, really miss having new episodes of Gilmore Girls to watch. It is such a good show!! I absolutely LOOOOOOOVE it. It's brilliant. Funny. Touching. I miss it uber lots. I mean, it's the relationship every mother and daughter wants to have. Plus the crazy grandparents thing!! BRILLIANT!!! OK, ok. The Gilmore Girls rock, and I miss it.

Anyways, I am a brilliant chef. I thought you would all like to know. Tonight, a wonderful pasta dish full of asparagus, tomatoes, onions, garlic, and lots of spices. Oooh, and some cooking wine. Plus, I made chicken. Now, if anyone reads this who doesn't know me, they may not understand how big of a deal this is. I am a vegetarian. The non-fish, lactose intolerant kind of vegetarian. The I-hate-touching-all-meat-products kind of vegetarian. The fact that I made chicken shows how very much I love my fiance, Sandip. Because even when I ate meat, I HATED touching raw chicken. It's gross and slimy. And you have to play with it to get all of the fat off. You have to finger it and fiddle it, and it's GROSS. Slimy, awful chicken. I'm very very sweet. Hugely. In case you were wondering, I am incredibly humble, too. In case you were wondering.

All right, all right. I've now bragged about myself and discussed my heartbreak over missing the Gilmore Girls, and I still have all that homework that I needed to do. Whoooooo..... Lots of love!!!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

My First Day

Hellooooooo World!!

This is my first blog ever, created in anticipation of my trip to Peru this summer. This will hopefully help me keep in touch with everyone who I might not regularly email. For now, however, I am writing to practice. Perhaps I will even have some insight!

So, I turned 23 yesterday. It's really hard to believe. I don't even feel like I've turned 22 yet, let alone 23. I know, I know, 23 is SUPER young, and I have tons and tons of time left in my life, but still.... Time flies, doesn't it? Sometimes I feel like I am a four year old trapped in a body that's just growing up too fast. Ugh, 23 is grown up isn't it? :-p

I guess this blog will be able to recount life after 23 years on the planet. Oy, my birthday was great, it's just the idea that time goes so fast that bothers me. Except in really, really boring classes. Then it stops, completely and totally stops. Yes, to anyone I don't know, I am in graduate school. I am getting my Master's from Ohio State in geography. What will I do with a degree in geography, you ask?? I have no idea either. Something else, I suppose, since I won't be doing GIS. Work for the government. Get a Ph.D. Become a hermit. Start a Pirate Themed Bakery. I'll find something or other. In fact, I've been seriously considering a Ph.D. in Rural Sociology. Not that I've ever taken a class, but it seems less stressful than the geography department. We're required to take 15 credit hours, but full time at OSU is only 9. I mean, holy wow, what a difference!! I could possibly work for the university in some capacity and take classes every once in a while. That could be fun.... ?

Ok, you may have realized that I have no idea what I want to do when I grow up beyond 23. It's a really hard concept to get my head around because I've ALWAYS had very definite goals for the future. They've changed over the years (although, I still think I would have been an EXCELLENT hollywood actress, thank you very much!), but there's always been something after whatever I'm doing. Now that I'm doubting the Geography Ph.D., I just don't know what else I'd do. I'm a lost little puppy.

Oh, I've got ideas about what might be fun to do, but nothing that's like, YES! That's what I want to do!!! I want to have a job where I KNOW that I'm making a positive difference in the world, but I love what I do. Why is it so hard to combine those two things?? I'm just too neurotic. Stress eats me up for breakfast. Like a hungry tiger. In fact, since starting grad school, I've developed tension headaches, had stress outbreaks of rosacea, and made my eye allergies worse all because I internalize stress. That's why I'm thinking of possibly switching departments if I feel like doing my Ph.D. 6 fewer credits a quarter would be fabulous!! Or at least, so it seems from standing on the brown and stubby grass on this side of the fence.

WOW.... What a cranky blog this has been so far! How about I move on to some of the positives going on right now. I'm going to Peru!!! Whooooooo!! That's pretty cool. Oh, and I got lots and lots of cool stuff for my birthday. I got tons of movies from my sweetie: The Indiana Jones Collection, Marie Antoinette, John Tucker Must Die, and The Devil Wears Prada, not to mention a mountain of candy. Very nice, sugah. From my grad school friends, I got a lion stuffed animal, a Target gift card (because I LOVE that store... seriously, LOVE!), a Grow-Your-Own Oscar, lots of candy, lip gloss, colored pens, and yummy smell spray. I mean, whoa!! It's good to make friends!! From my very good friend, Ashley, I got beautiful earrings (which I'm wearing now!), two Grow-Your-Own kits (Princess and Vacation!), chocolate, and a journal. This isn't even counting the wonderful cards and facebook messages from my friends and family!! I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Anyways, that's enough for now. Since I have NO IDEA who'd read this, I'm out like a failed Project Runway contestant. Should I find that anyone cares, I will tell you all about the fabulous Hollywood Birthday Party and my feelings on dill pickles. Heck, I may do that anyways. Thanks for reading!!


The Sar-bear