< Seraphim >
Friday - November 2, 2001
I have a new haircut and new glasses. My hair was almost long enough to donate to Locks of Love. They use donated hair to make special wigs for sick children. But I would have had to cut it shorter and I wasn't quite ready to go that short - yet! With grad school I have already had to revert to cutting my own bangs again because I don't have time to get into see Luis. Piro was very hestitant about the new cut but he has grown accustomed to it. I must say I was gratified to find out in a forum thread that I am only 5 years too old for one of the MT readers (Maruader).
All I have to rant about is grad school - because that is all I do anymore. Where shall I begin? [edited for scholastic safety ^_^]
I have to agree with all of you who disapprove of Seraphim smoking in the comics. I don't want to ever encourage anyone to smoke. I beg him to not add it. If I had one wish for anything in the world - money, fame, whatever - I would wish that I had never started smoking. It is a very addictive, nasty habit. MoMo hates smoking. He'll jump off my lap when I light up and give me a very dirty, disdainful look. One of my classes just did a study of the Tobacco Control Archives and trust me - we aren't getting reimbursed by the cigarette companies for brand placement.
Piro brought me flowers when he got back from Alpena. He came home to me typing frantically at the computer on my take home midterm so that I never even turned around when he came in. The next day was even worse I sent him out for paper and while alone the cats were tag teaming me for attention. I was typing over them, around them, under their bellies. I got on the cell and hollered for him to come back immediately. Piro finally hid at the office. And he knows he can't complain since he encouraged/forced me to return to school. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to go to grad school. I am always tired and my eyes go blurry from reading too much. At least the new laptop will give me more computer time. There are many keyboard skirmishes around here.
Luckily we didn't get any Halloween visitors - we didn't have any candy. I thought we were going to have to lay on the floor with the lights off all night. Everyone knows that apartment dwellers don't give out the good candy. We do have two daily visitors though - two more kitties! They are strays that were abandoned in the complex. I like to feed the birds and walked out of the door one day to an explosion of feathers in our yard. I figure it is more eco sensitive to feed the cats than let them annihilate the local bird population. They are semi feral but oh so cute. I love them like my own.
Piro and I worked really hard on the Beer Stein image. I was just the artistic director of course. I described the traditional German 'Trachten' that my friends wore while I lived there. Piro did a quick sketch of a German biergarten slut and I gave him a big NO. It took hours of searching the web for good examples of Dirndls and Lederhosen to get the right look. I was very pleased to hear people though it was authentic looking. If only I could find a video of a Schuhplattler, I would be happy. Yes, the area I lived in the people danced the Schuhplattler and not for the tourist trade. I drank many a Radler Mass and ate many a Wurst while I lived there. I miss the Semmeln, Butterbrezen, Bratwurst, and Lebkuchen. Hopefully, I'll get back there someday and take Piro with me. I'll make him take me when I finally get my masters.
I was appalled to realize that I can't donate blood anymore because I lived in Germany for a year. I couldn't give blood after the N.Y. disaster because of my surgery and now the rules have changed! I was good at giving blood too. I was ALWAYS the fastest and I am O . I need some kind soul out there to donate a pint for me every once in awhile.
If you have a few extra bucks, remember your local charities. Small charities are really hurting by money being diverted to the N.Y. victims charities. My Mom and Dad have worked many years to feed the hungry and food pantries have a special place in my heart. I've seen my parents go grocery shopping on Christmas Eve with their own money when the pantry ran out of food. My folks aren't rich - never have been - but they have never been hungry and cannot bear the thought that others may have an empty belly. I can promise you that people in your own community are hungry right now. We all have to give EXTRA this year.
I guess I did have more than grad school to rant about.