The following is something I wrote when I was just starting college. I found it when I was searching for some sheet music. Apparently, I was projecting my stress about waiting for my financial aid onto an imaginary amphibian.
Once upon a time, there was a little frog who had no money. You may be thinking that this is not a problem as frogs do not need money, but this frog wanted to go to college, which everybody knows takes money, so it was a problem that the frog had none. In order to fulfill his dream, the frog went to the admissions office of Pond School and applied for financial aid. Happily the frog received a financial aid award but his problems had really just begun.
A new softwater program had caused problems with the disbursement of financial aid and the frog had yet to receive any money. He was always going to the financial aid lily pad to find out when he would get his money so he could live out his dreams. He didn't have the support of any of his friends of family since none of them ever went to college and there was no precedent for such things, but the frog had high hopes. He wanted to do more than hop and he didn't want to just end up a fancy dish of frog legs so he kept going to the lily pad in a hope that one day his money for college would be there. The director of the lily pad financial aid said that the frog would just have to be patient. Every was working on the problem and they really wanted him to have the money since they had never seen a frog in college.
Usually they just have fish in their school.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Dear Soap and Water,
I wish more people would be your friends. You are pleasant and everyone feels happier when you have been in the area. You are the only friend who can be used and is happy with that; as if it were your sole purpose for being. It makes me sad when I meet people who are not acquainted with you in any way. And while you are way super great, it seems like it is hard for some people to get close to you. I mean, you are completely available; you are such a GIVER. But I admit that I do feel kind of awkward introducing you to others. I want them to know you, but I am just not sure how to express that. Maybe this letter is a start.
Love,
Sherry
Love,
Sherry
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Ode to Iced Caramel Macchiato
Sweet iced goodness
What was my life before?
Your sheer deliciousness
I cannot ignore.
Though you cost
an exorbitant price
No other Starbucks drink
could ever taste quite so nice.
(Except for the white mocha, the java frappuccino, the caramel apple cider, and the shaken iced tea lemonade.)
Your classic vanilla syrup
The espresso so fine,
The cool ice and milk;
For a mere $4-5, you are all mine.
The very best part of you
Through my straw are slurped
Luscious chunks of caramel
That could yield delightful burps.
So until the time we are together again
I will miss you a whole lotto
And hope that soon to have you in my arms
My one and only caramel macchiato.
What was my life before?
Your sheer deliciousness
I cannot ignore.
Though you cost
an exorbitant price
No other Starbucks drink
could ever taste quite so nice.
(Except for the white mocha, the java frappuccino, the caramel apple cider, and the shaken iced tea lemonade.)
Your classic vanilla syrup
The espresso so fine,
The cool ice and milk;
For a mere $4-5, you are all mine.
The very best part of you
Through my straw are slurped
Luscious chunks of caramel
That could yield delightful burps.
So until the time we are together again
I will miss you a whole lotto
And hope that soon to have you in my arms
My one and only caramel macchiato.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Letter on Defectivity
Dear 21 Jumpstreet,
Thank you for teaching me so many life lessons this past weekend, including being molested isn't the same as having leukemia (that is a pretty close quote of dialogue, no lie) and fat girls who don't get dates are threats to the prom. And when the afro-mentioned girl DOES show up to the prom, it is only to light the joint on fire. And then be pitied.
My time Sunday was not wasted. Sadly, I mean that.
The thing is, even though the episode about the girl being sexually abused by her father was WAY dramatic, when Sherilyn Fenn (who has aged well, I have to say. I mean, that episode was over 20 years old and she still pretty much looks like that) is walking down the beach talking to my love Johnny Depp about how they told her that it wasn't like she had cancer or was going to die, it was an aha! moment for me. I was appalled at first that they could say that but then I think I understood what it meant.
Even though this terrible thing had happened to her, it didn't mean that she was defective. It didn't mean there was something inherent inside that couldn't be addressed or healed. She would struggle, she would need time, but she was still whole and worthy and good and lovable.
There was a cure.
I am awed at how much of my life has been shaped by television. And while there are huge chunks of time I wasted watching made up life and scenarios, sometimes it helped. Sometimes it does teach you and bring you some comfort. And anything which acts as a vehicle to bring Johnny Depp into my home is essentially divine.
So here is to hoping that Hulu puts the other seasons of 21 Jumpstreet on its website. And that all of us realize that when it's hopeless, a decision's what we need. We better be ready to Jump!
21 Jumpstreet!
Love, Sherry
p.s. I still love you Johnny. Even though you kept saying okey dokey. I was delighted to have spent the day with you.
Thank you for teaching me so many life lessons this past weekend, including being molested isn't the same as having leukemia (that is a pretty close quote of dialogue, no lie) and fat girls who don't get dates are threats to the prom. And when the afro-mentioned girl DOES show up to the prom, it is only to light the joint on fire. And then be pitied.
My time Sunday was not wasted. Sadly, I mean that.
The thing is, even though the episode about the girl being sexually abused by her father was WAY dramatic, when Sherilyn Fenn (who has aged well, I have to say. I mean, that episode was over 20 years old and she still pretty much looks like that) is walking down the beach talking to my love Johnny Depp about how they told her that it wasn't like she had cancer or was going to die, it was an aha! moment for me. I was appalled at first that they could say that but then I think I understood what it meant.
Even though this terrible thing had happened to her, it didn't mean that she was defective. It didn't mean there was something inherent inside that couldn't be addressed or healed. She would struggle, she would need time, but she was still whole and worthy and good and lovable.
There was a cure.
I am awed at how much of my life has been shaped by television. And while there are huge chunks of time I wasted watching made up life and scenarios, sometimes it helped. Sometimes it does teach you and bring you some comfort. And anything which acts as a vehicle to bring Johnny Depp into my home is essentially divine.
So here is to hoping that Hulu puts the other seasons of 21 Jumpstreet on its website. And that all of us realize that when it's hopeless, a decision's what we need. We better be ready to Jump!
21 Jumpstreet!
Love, Sherry
p.s. I still love you Johnny. Even though you kept saying okey dokey. I was delighted to have spent the day with you.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Tuesday
Today was full of irrtitation. Not unlike most other days, but I had a lot to get done and a lot of chumps were being annoying. And then it smelled like Raid in my office and I could taste it and floating carcinogens are no fun.
One of my swell friends suggested I do a blog. I like this idea and so am jumping on the blogging bandwagon. Year 2000, check me out!
This is how people end up pale, socially awkward and weighing 9000 pounds. Right now, I am typing this lying down after having eaten pancakes for dinner. And I don't feel bothered enough by that last sentence to do anything about it.
So, there. Post no. 1. Please don't give up. It will get better. I think the pancakes have swelled inside and there is no room for insight. But there is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmjf_ol_3yo.
One of my swell friends suggested I do a blog. I like this idea and so am jumping on the blogging bandwagon. Year 2000, check me out!
This is how people end up pale, socially awkward and weighing 9000 pounds. Right now, I am typing this lying down after having eaten pancakes for dinner. And I don't feel bothered enough by that last sentence to do anything about it.
So, there. Post no. 1. Please don't give up. It will get better. I think the pancakes have swelled inside and there is no room for insight. But there is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmjf_ol_3yo.
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