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.

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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)

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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!

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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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