I wish I was a squirrel
I was mesmerized by some squirrels today. There were two of them hopping in and out of some groundcover searching for some nuts they had cached for the winter. They looked like they were having a competition to see who could find them first. One suddenly stopped and climbed up a small tree and watched the other as it continued the search. With acrobatic graze this squirrel then launched itself from the tree onto the other squirrel. The two of them wrestled for a bit and engaged in a playful chase up and around the tree. For them life is about survival, yet they somehow find time to play.
When I see how much joy these creatures possess it makes me question the path I've taken. Why am I in college? I spend countless hours pouring over boring text books, listening to bone dry lectures, and for what? You could say that college will give me greater opportunities and I will be able to acquire a job that will pay me a decent wage. Then again I look at all the college grads working at starbucks and start to get the shakes. Will that be me? Anyways, I wish I was a squirrel so I wouldn't have to think about getting a job and passing my finals.....maybe a penguin would be cool, or a cat.
I'm listening to a Tegan and Sara CD at the moment. I've developed an unhealthy addiction to their music ever since I saw them live a few months ago. I was right up front and was impressed with the amount of talent they possessed....they were also really hot. I have a crush on Sara, though I would never date someone who shared the same name as myself...not that she would ever date me. It's just weird having a crush on someone who has the same name. My girlfriend thinks it's cute that I have a crush on her and likes to tease me about my obsession. She told our friends that I was downloading their songs and put their picture on my desktop. At the time I was embarrassed, but now I'm glad she told them because these same friends burned their Tegan and Sara CD's for me and I've rarely listened to anything else since...except for The Postal Service CD which is amazing. Ben Gibbard can do no wrong.
I'm craving meat. It's rough living with a vegetarian. Sometimes I just want to make steak, but she doesn't like having meat in the fridge. MmmmMmmm steak and potatoes. Oooh some greenbeans would be nice too.
I'm going to go eat now.
When I see how much joy these creatures possess it makes me question the path I've taken. Why am I in college? I spend countless hours pouring over boring text books, listening to bone dry lectures, and for what? You could say that college will give me greater opportunities and I will be able to acquire a job that will pay me a decent wage. Then again I look at all the college grads working at starbucks and start to get the shakes. Will that be me? Anyways, I wish I was a squirrel so I wouldn't have to think about getting a job and passing my finals.....maybe a penguin would be cool, or a cat.
I'm listening to a Tegan and Sara CD at the moment. I've developed an unhealthy addiction to their music ever since I saw them live a few months ago. I was right up front and was impressed with the amount of talent they possessed....they were also really hot. I have a crush on Sara, though I would never date someone who shared the same name as myself...not that she would ever date me. It's just weird having a crush on someone who has the same name. My girlfriend thinks it's cute that I have a crush on her and likes to tease me about my obsession. She told our friends that I was downloading their songs and put their picture on my desktop. At the time I was embarrassed, but now I'm glad she told them because these same friends burned their Tegan and Sara CD's for me and I've rarely listened to anything else since...except for The Postal Service CD which is amazing. Ben Gibbard can do no wrong.
I'm craving meat. It's rough living with a vegetarian. Sometimes I just want to make steak, but she doesn't like having meat in the fridge. MmmmMmmm steak and potatoes. Oooh some greenbeans would be nice too.
I'm going to go eat now.