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Name: Stephanie
Gender: Female
Interests: History, classic films, foreign films, travel, literature, poetry, theatre
Expertise: Writing long papers that get good grades
Occupation: Graduate student
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Member Since:
8/6/2006
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| At Long Last, Another PostWow, it's been quite a while since I posted anything on my Xanga. I really prefer MySpace and Facebook. That being said, I don't which to deprive anyone of my wit and wisdom (or lack thereof), so in my gracious benevolence, I have decided to post a new entry. Today was a day that can best be summed up by using the word "crappy." The scanner and I got into a disagreement, Lakeview neglected to sort the huge box of loose files that they sent me, and I got a papercut. Oh, and I had to scan a 139-page document that initially would not go into the system, which caused me to begin threatening and insulting the scanner and the computer (yet again, and much to the amusement of my coworkers). I was very glad to leave at the end of the day, until the Holy Spirit decided to convict the living daylights out of me about my bad attitude! So I repented, shut my mouth, and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine on the way home. God is awesome!  | | |
| What Am I Thinking?!I just did something I swore I would never do. I posted myself on the ASCI website as a potential teacher candidate for a Christian school. Great. I've fallen to this! With my luck I'll wind up teaching a bunch of slobbering, mangy high schoolers with no muscle control and even less brain cells. Ditzy cheerleaders and mindless jocks may soon be my lot in life. Gack! Life is cruel, indeed. But I have to have something to fall back on. And if the publishing companies, government agencies, and Time-Warner don't want me, I'm sunk. So now I have a back-up plan. Teaching. I think I'll swallow my head now. | | |
| Blast from the PastWhat a night! I just heard from a friend (Joslyn) who disappeared without a trace three years ago and is now married and living a vastly different life. Wow! It got me thinking about how much we've all changed. I mean, look at me for heaven's sake. I don't cross my legs during awkward topics anymore! And I wear clothes I never would have worn in high school, disagree with half the things I believed, and have been through so much that I never thought would happen to me. My friend Laura said she almost didn't recognize me recently. Neither do I! | | |
| Googly WooglyIt is late, I have insomnia, and insanity is creeping in. Stand by for a concussion! Hop the trolley and hold on, 'cuz a-way-ee we go!!! I'm chewing on my red redneck pen, given to me by my dearest Duper, whom I really miss. She's the only person in the world who'll make snow angels in a bathing suit with me. Or sit in a spa until 4 am talking with me about things our parents are better off not knowing about. Or huddle under a blanket with me at the New Year's fest and get photographed by a random guy wearing a beanie with a propeller on top...yeah, Duper's the best! Even the dog gave up on me and went to bed. Smart girl. I'd take a sedative right now, but it would make me oversleep and then I'd miss class. Which I'd love to do, but I can't. Must attend, must type long stupid papers and read boring books written by dead people. Must cram my poor aching head with more facts. Must stop fingers from typing... Shall we dance? Just once around, to the adrenaline? Just don't bump the pen, I don't want ink on my teeth again. Icky. Stamp glue is highly preferable. Fewer calories, too.... "My feet are made of clay, made of clay, did you know? Good night little man!" | | |
| But Mom, I Don't Wanna Go...I don't want to go to class today. Coming from me, this is a shocking statement. Partially the result of my oncoming migraine, partially because I'm behind in my studies, and partially because my apartment looks like Germany after an Allied air raid, I do not want to go. I want to plant myself securely on my wonderful micro-suede couch with the built-in pillows and I want to cover my face with my soft, soothing blanket and let the rest of the world go by. Instead, I must fling myself onto the pyre of acadamia, and suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune....okay, I better brush my teeth and hair and go to class. This whining session is now concluded. | | |
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