Caught in the Middle!

     What's a guy to do when he suspects that a girl friend (NOT girlfriend) likes him and the girl he likes doesn't know he exists? Here's my situation:

     Allyson was my first real friend at BCOM. We would hang out in and around the SRC while she was working and just discuss life. Things were cool between us until I realized how intentional she was about investing in our relationship. I mean, she had the guy in Marketing draw a picture of me, which she proceeded to post on every piece of correspondence in the SRC. I don't know; it just seems like a bit extreme for a "friendly gesture." I've begun avoiding her, but it's a bit more difficult when she's working with Rebecca.

     Rebecca also works in the SRC, and (ugh) her SMILE - it gets me every time. The way the light dances in her big, brown eyes when she plugs in the Christmas lights pierces me to the very heart. And that's not the half of it! Trust me; she's amazing. I've tried getting to know her the old-fashioned way with limited success. I resorted to conducting a one-squirrel show outside the window just for her. Every time, she stops and smiles then goes back to whatever she's working on. I'm telling you, it's torture living so close to her and seeing her every day, knowing that emotionally, she's over 1600 miles away.

     I ask you again, what's a guy to do? I mean, Allyson and I are just friends, Rebecca probably couldn't care less about me, and to top it off, they work together! Maybe there's no hope for me. I think I'll just crawl into a hole somewhere and hibernate for a while....

Lovesick squirrel,

Herbert T.

The most beautiful librarian in the world

I'm Famous!

Jarred Spengler designed the SRC logo with my picture on it!

Sincerely,
Herbert Theophilus Squirrel

Who needs movies when you have bibliothecaries?!?

     Today was the first snowfall of the season, and the heavy flakes danced through the air like elephants on ice skates. I seriously considered calling it a winter and staying home, but I wanted to see what the humans thought of the weather.

     The SRC was abuzz with excitement as patrons pressed their pink noses against the frozen glass. Lazarus was singing Bing Crosby Christmas songs with Katrina to accompany him. Allyson was twirling in the office with a magical gleam in her eyes. Freshmen finished their media fast today, and I've never seen the DVD shelf so empty! Sean's headphones were turned up to drown out the other patrons so he didn't hear his phone telling him, "Carry on my wayward son." The Hannahs were bundled to the ears with blankets, scarves, and fuzzy jackets while Chris, content with shorts and flip-flops, chased turkeys across the street.

     Snow sure makes humans act strangely. I think it would be safer to stay at home.... at least until Tuesday (I'd hate to miss minion meeting).

Herbert T. Squirrel: A Biography

Just outside my office window is an impetuous squirrel named Herbert. Herbert plays outside my window every day. The first time I noticed him was the first time he dove headlong into the glass with a great THUMP. At first, I wasn't sure whether to protrude my bottom lip in pity or to laugh. But as time passed, this habit of his (for it WAS a habit) began to cultivate a sense of endearment.

Herbert has become such a beloved friend that will be greatly missed by me and my fellow librarians when fall gives way to the biting cold of winter. Soon he will seclude himself and become sluggish, perhaps never to be seen again. At least, not by me....