Squirrels own my life. I am late to class because I have to dodge squirrels. I frequently lose my voice because I scream every time I see the devilish little creature. I take the long way to class to avoid the squirrel population that likes to hang out on my path. How did I get to this point where I have to step into a battle zone every time I walk outside? I was attacked 12 years ago by the so-called cute squirrel that got bored looking for nuts, and started a new mission of lunging at humans.
I find it amazing that when I need to walk anywhere on campus, a squirrel decides to plop in front on me like it knows that I love surprises and drinks spilled all over my shirt. I also find it interesting that every time I throw my trash in a garage bin, a squirrel pops out like it is willin`g to take my trash with the utmost pleasure and service. The only service that the squirrel is doing me is making me look ridiculous when people see me screaming at a trashcan. I quickly look up and try and play it off wishing I had a friend to laugh and joke with covering the fact that I am afraid of an animal that is bigger than a shoe.
After I have a squirrel encounter, I just imagine squirrels coming together and talking about A, how they terrified me today, and B, how they can top the days events. I like to think that one day I will have a plan for the devils. Maybe something that involves my best Pele kick.
Squirrels! April 20, 2008
music <3 April 12, 2008
I love music. When I was in fourth grade, I started playing the cello and continued to do so for 9 years. I don’t know why I picked the cello. I really wanted to play the saxophone or the drums, but instead I picked an instrument that required me to play classical music verses all the fun songs the band got to play. I remember in high school, the strings were the worst part during our winter and spring concert. I never really admitted how embarrassed I was to be a part of a musical group that everyone disliked. I’ll put it out there–we sucked. Now that I haven’t played the cello in 4 years, I would honestly love to be a part of the terrible musical group again. I miss my fingers and arm hurting from playing with such intensity. I miss reading the music. I miss the concerts. I really miss the feeling. The feeling cannot be described. It is one of those things that there are no words on how it feels to play music–to be a part of some thing so extraordinary.
Graduation? April 7, 2008
I can’t believe that I will be graduation from Rider in only a few short weeks. The other night at 3a.m. I decided that I put off my aims and objectives essay for far too long, and it was time for me to complete it. I did it, but I wasn’t happy. It really made me realize that I am scared for my next journey, but I am excited at the same time. I know that there are going to be so many wonderful opportunities ahead and I am very optimistic on accepting my upcoming lifestyle.
