~Stephanie
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blah
I really wish I could see the future sometimes. I know, I know, it's a horrible thing. I'd see the future, and then the decisions I'd make would spiral out of control and I'd rip apart space and time and probably dissolve the universe into a giant black hole.* But still. It'd kinda be nice. Up until the destruction of the universe. I'm so tired of job worries stressing me out. Even when I'm not stressing out, I'm stressing out. It must be subconscious. And this stress is totally draining all of my creativity away! Do you know the last time I painted a picture? Or made jewelry? Or wrote something? (Ok, so I wrote today, but on average...) Or made a funny video for my sister?** You probably don't know, unless you sit outside in my shrubs all day.*** If you do sit outside in my shrubs all day I'd like to commend you on your excellent camouflage techniques and assure you that you are a creeper of the highest degree. And by highest, I mean worst.
Suffice to say, I want some direction, and motivation, and just to know that every little thing is gonna be alright. If we could all sit in a circle and sing the Bob Marley song, I'd like that. And I'd also like to buy Maggie Stiefvater's new book The Scorpio Races. I think that'd make me feel better too. And a frosty. Tony, if you're reading this stop at Wendy's and buy me a frosty. Alright. So long.
~Stephanie
*This theory has not yet been proven.
**The degree of funniness is based on my personal (and most likely inaccurate) opinion.
*** If you can correctly guess the kind of shrubs I have in my front yard I'm calling the police.
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confused
So now. For celebration.
*cartwheel* *cartwheel* *cartwheel* ----- *ecstatic clapping* ---- *Irish Jig* ---- *dolphin chirp*
By the way, in case you are wondering, in real life I can only clap ecstatically and dolphin chirp. It really puts a damper on my celebrations, but what can you do?
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crazy
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crazy
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"Dearest Love,
I am writing this letter in response to your request for a copy of your resume. I want to ensure you that this resume is in the exact order of specification that we have recently discussed and that all adjustments were made with your approval. It has been lovingly cared for on my computer's hard drive in the company of many other prestigious pieces of writing, among which are completed short stories as well as works in progress. I would like to encourage you to pursue information about these works, specifically my uncompleted novel "Key to Immortality". To clarify, this novel is not about vampires. I hope that you are satisfied with the modifications made to your resume and the state in which it has been formatted and saved. Please contact me with any questions regarding your resume.
Your Always,
~Stephanie"
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crazy
As many of you are no doubt aware,
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relaxed
Addicted to mechanics that is. And to be honest, I'm getting tired of paying for its next fix. Now it's the alternator. I am so angry right now. The lack of capitalized letters and exclamation points should indicate my overpowering anger and frustration directed at my truck. I know, it's un-traditional which is why I felt the need to explain myself. Unfortunately, I don't know how to get through to my truck and make it understand that this behavior is bad for its health. I guess I'll just give in and have Tony take it to the mechanic tomorrow. I feel like such an enabler. But I can't spend any more time on the side of the road in the darkening evening hours. I really thought I was going to get murdered. I read too many crime dramas... too many Law & Order episodes.... While I was waiting for my husband to charge the battery (only about a mile from my house) a jeep pulled up behind me and turned off their headlights. And then just sat there... I rolled up my windows and locked my doors and then they drove away. Then a police officer pulled into the turn lane, passed me, and drove away. "Thanks Officer...." Anyways....
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enraged
I think caffeine and I need to become better acquainted. Seriously. I'm so awake right now. It's 4:27. Isn't it sad that at 4:27 I'm usually tired? I know.
Or it could be the nail polish I've been sniffing all afternoon. Don't look at me like that. It's blueberry scented. And it's dry. I'm not getting high you weirdos.
So. I think I'm finally recovering from school. I still haven't really been writing, but I'm starting to do things around the house again. Like clean. You know. Laundry. Decorate. Care. And with all that comes the inexplicable need to spend money. I created some sincerely awesome centerpieces for both of my tables. Bought a tablecloth. And today I bought some lovely notebooks. Also, Sharpie just came out with a new liquid graphite pencil, and I just had to buy it since I hate dull pencils, but also hate not being able to erase ink. Turns out it's just the newest erasable pen... And pretty poorly erasable. But new writing materials always make me feel inspired, even though I usually type on the computer. I will have to apologize to my husband for spending more money... though I did get him some Honey Comb. He should know better than to send me into Walmart unsupervised.
On another note, I just finished Forever by
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cheerful
Susu got her nail ripped on something at moms house and had to get the whole nail cut off. Now she's been licking it... what is wrong with my dog? Why can't she be a good dog? Now I have to take her to the vet. She better not need more antibiotics. She just finished taking antibiotics. For the last 5 years....
Anyways, I'm out.
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relieved