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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Dorothy Lynch Truly Brightens A Day
6/29/2005 02:38:00 PM So Sam is in the hospital. Today was rather blah, from being tired from taking Sam to the ER. I got to leave around 12:00am when her parents got there, cause I had to work, but she didn't get out till 5:30 this morning. Well, here's the story. So yesterday I was feeling like a salad, since I hadn't had one in forever. And then I found out that Mraz would be in town Saturday and would be hanging out w/peeps in Vintage Vinyl having a cd listening party (for his new album, kinda a sneek peek before it drops) and of course I got uber excited and had to tell Sam. So I went to visit her at work (where they also serve salads--talk about your multi-tasking) Anyways, while I was there she started having really bad cramps/stomach pains, and I thought her appendix was going to burst. She claimed she was having a baby, and I laughed, and she yelled at me. I guess it wasn't supposed to be funny. But she was supposed to get off soon, so I went on my way, and got home and thought, Sam's going to call me and tell me she's at the hospital (thinking she'd never make it home from work). Then about 15-20 mins later, my phone rings, and I'm like, "It's Sam, she needs me to take her to the ER) and I picked up my phone...it was Sam..she said, "Steph I need you to take me to the ER" or something equally similar. So I did. She doesn't know what the deal is yet though, test results come back in 2 days. So back to me (cause it IS all about me--check the name on the blog bitch)I was kinda tired and blah today at work, and then I had to go to the Help Desk to figure out a schedule to start working, and I was dying of heat because I'm wearing a black suit, and I'm in fricken St.Louis. Humidity kills. Then I got to my apartment where I found I had mail. REAL MAIL. From Maggie. Real Mail from Maggie. It was a postcard (not real, does not count if not sent/mailed from the place you were "supposed" to be) and some kick ass glow in the dark stickers. And a picture of Paul Nebaulski. Not the real one. The ducky. It made me really really really really happy. Then I pulled out my leftover salad from the day before, and whipped out some of my own salad dressing, the one and only Dorothy, and then I was really really really happy some more. Although part of it could be from Maggie's mail, I decided I would credit Dorothy in the subject line. She deserves it. Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Blah
6/22/2005 03:23:00 PM Everything is just so BLAH lately. So Blah that I can't even feel blah and depressed. Rather, there is so much BLAHNESS that is just pisses me off, and then I get angry. I think I figured out a way to work 2 jobs both 4 days a week during the school year. It will be sad because I will only be at school 3 days a week...I will spend less time with school than work while I'm IN COLLEGE. Isn't that the point of going to school? Isn't it supposed to be your main focus while your there. Too bad you have need lots of money to stay living/healthy/non-homeless so you can try to learn stuff. After paying for it, as well. So I will have no free days, but hopefully lots more money. That way I can possibly go to school MORE--but in London. I gotsta go...more time to "feel blah, and be so utterly bored that I have nothing better to do than second guess my life decisions" later. Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Skirt? What?
6/07/2005 02:11:00 PM So today after work, I'm in the car driving home, and it hits me.....I'm Wearing A Skirt! I haven't worn a skirt for like over a year now. I think the last time I wore one (this exact skirt as a matter of fact) was at my Confirmation. Yes. I think that was it, cause I didn't even wear one to Graduation. Nice, eh? I can't believe I went through the whole day first though without stumbling upon this massive realization. --------------SKG--------------------------- D R E A M W O R K S
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Friday, June 03, 2005
Stolen Blog-Post Update
6/03/2005 06:56:00 PM And I don't even wanna hear from Reid about how I'm cheating by using my other blog-posts here, instead of typing new ones. I just wanna update this one with what's been going on recently that I've been to lazy to insert to this blog as well, along the way. I don't have any thank-yous, but I should be unpacking/painting/ and or job hunting But I'm here at the library to use the internet, (we dont have it yet, because we are poor) and catch up with my peeps. So, back in STL. I have to admit I was starting to miss it already when I was back home, but now that I'm back its not the same, because there is no more 3M, and its just me in an empty apartment. Although Sam decided that it is her apartment too now, and is over frequently. She even spent the night last night, and Ruth decided that there is no way Sam and Will can be at our apartment at the same time, and dubbed the balcony Sam and I's time out spot. She will just lock us out there, although I still think we can have plenty of fun and be hyper in a tiny space hanging 40 ft above the ground. Speaking of time out's though. I need a time out from life. Seriously. I have like $20 left after paying for cable, and next months rent, and no food. I am poor and starving. But those are the least of my problems. I will surely die from idiocy before long. Yesterday night (or last night, whatever) I severely burnt popcorn, and Ruth threw it on the balcony to get the clouds of smoke out of the kitchen (they obviously didn't bother the fire alarm...good to know) and then like 3 minutes later I was moving a bunch of my "office supplies" to my desk from a box and my stapler squished itself on my finger, and the staple went ALL THE WAY into my finger...I just kinda yelled, "Holy shit! There's a staple in my finger!" and Ruth was on the phone with her mom and came running as I was pulling it out..maybe not the brightest thing to do instantly, but dammit, I had a fricken staple in my finger, the only thing I was thinking about was getting it the hell outta there. Then Sam came over, and I asked her to lift my bed up a little so I could slide a box out from under it, and as I did so, she lowered the bed, and my scar tissue forming from my burn on my hand all got ripped off along with a few more layers of skin. It hurt. If it wasn't the size of the grand canyon I would need stitches, but I don't think you can get them when you have no skin on your hand to start with. Okay, so I'm exaggerating a little, but my whole burn scar is ripped off, and will surely scar over again now, but worse. How in the hell did I think that I (a three year old) would be able to live on my own? I can't even play with a stapler, why would I entrust my own life to myself. Oh well. I'm learning things. Like how organizing and paying bills is super important...and puncture wounds heal faster than ripped/torn skin...Eh, I better learn how to live now, while I can, or I'll be kicking myself for it when I'm 90--and that's how you break a hip, folks. ------------------- Just wanted to add...I am out of bandaids...for some reason I keep injuring myself. Yesterday I tore my calf open on a shard of broken glass from a mirror that was sitting in a box next to the couch, as I walked by. It's a big gash, about 6 inches long....yeah. It bled alot. And because of that, and the length, and my other injuries...I am now out of bandaids. Even my emergency kit that goes in my computer desk has been ransacked. I am having the worst luck ever this summer. (oh well, at least I didn't closeline myself) ------------------- So I got the living room painted, and everything unpacked, stereo and tv arranged nicely into our new slash old entertainment center. Drawback--there is no cable in the living room. So my TV just sits there, unless we watch movies (or tv taped on VHS..heehee). Ruth caught me going through a bunch of my un-labeled tapes the other day (no not porn you bastards). I was so bored to death that I was watching the TVGuide Channel and a couple episodes of Hercules, and Xena-Warrior Princess, that had been on one of the tapes. It was a sad moment of realization of how pathetic my life can be at any given moment, lol. But hey, there's something about Lucy Lawless' eyes that captivate you, admit it. She holds some sort of magical power of me. Although everytime I think of her, I picture her from SNL doing "Stevie Nicks Burrito Hut" = Hi-Larious! ------------------ And My Luck Improves! Okay, it really did for a little bit. Like a day. SO I got a job, but then the day I got the call back after the interview, Ruth blows a fuse in our apartment (by cooking corn improperly---she had it in the husk still, silk and all, and wrapped it in a wet paper towel and popped it in the microwave---who makes corn like that? That is like a personal insult to me, her roomate from NEBRASKA~the Cornhusker state!) Anyways, since I am like the boy of the apartment (doing all the repairs, painting, and moving everything-not to mention tying things down properly to a pickup), I went to find the fusebox and flip the breakers. The lights came back on but none of the outlets worked. So no alarm clock or hair dryer or curling iron or clothes iron for Steph for my first day of work. All of which are important since my new job has me dressing like I'm going to a speech meet. (Yes, I am to wear suits and other fancy shmancy clothes everyday)So I suppose I should explain. I now work in the Sales Department for Best Western (the largest hotel chain in the world..seriously, they have one in practically EVERY country) and welcome/show around people from Bus Tours and Host Banquets and parties as well as sitting in my office in my nice suit answering phones and booking tours/banquets/parties into my little computer. Sounds like fun yes? Well, not really, but more fun than working in Housekeeping. Plus, I kinda like dressing up. It makes me feel like a grown up. Especially when I walk out of MY apartment to MY car in my suit, all alone out here in the big bad world. I miss Puerto Rico already. I think a certain group of graduates need to come visit me. Yes. That would be nice. I prefer that you only bring the promiscuous one if she promises to behave. Just because its a big city, doesn't necessarily mean "big money" ...if you know what I mean ;) (I kid, I kid, she can come too. She will be safe here, no one on our block even has a clothesline)
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Where was the mail from? I never got any mail. : (
Reid
It was a postcard from 4H Camp.
Where she was NOT this summer. Just an old one, hahaha.
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