Running With Scissors

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55140702011-07-08T06:10:35.025-04:00Running With ScissorsHere are my thoughts. They may be interesting. They may be interestingly dull. Either way, have fun reading them!Stephanienoreply@blogger.comBlogger1811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-62768545083722082012008-09-11T17:51:00.002-04:002008-09-11T18:08:47.909-04:00Duck, Duck, Unemployed

Since it's nearing a month since my last post, I figure I'd give it a go before I head off to the gym. As my title suggests, I am indeed unemployed again. Yes, I know it's been three months since I graduated. Yes, I know that doesn't make any logical sense. However, my life is always ridiculous (like Napoleon Dynamite/Juno ridiculous) so here I am...unemployed...and in Carmel. It's true that I've

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-54922814781557034452008-08-19T22:56:00.002-04:002008-08-19T23:04:50.977-04:00Reasons I Have Completely Lost Faith in the Human Race

1- I saw a girl chewing bubblegum on the treadmill today at the gym. I call it bubblegum not because I'm in 2nd grade and refuse to acknowledge chewing gum as the "adult" name, but because this girl proceeded to blow about 10 f'in bubbles in a row as she "powerwalked." My outrage combined with the amounts of sweat I was pouring out while legitamately using the treadmill next to her was fueled by

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-90132219020638223752008-04-07T16:44:00.002-04:002008-04-07T16:54:34.554-04:00Call Me a Cynic

So last week, during a dinner out in Indy, I stopped into a Trader Joe's to get some delicious, preservative-free goodies. I stocked up on iced tea, snacks and even microwavable macaroni & cheese that doesn't look completely goopy and processed like its Kraft counterpart. Once I came home, I felt really good about my decision. Not only was I now putting healthy, delicious food into my body, but

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-72745464326551155172008-02-05T19:46:00.000-05:002008-02-05T20:31:18.484-05:00New Music Tuesdays

In honor of Nelly's "Sweat/Suit," I have decided to compose my own list of half sweet, new dance hits "Sweat," and half relaxing, rainy day "Suit" songs. Get ready. It should all be very exciting and hip.SWEATShake Your Pom Pom by Missy Elliot- This song just came out on the Step Up 2 soundtrack and, in addition to endless hilarious plays on words about what your "pom poms" could be, its another

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-7475934603061203112008-01-16T23:21:00.000-05:002008-01-16T23:37:56.242-05:00I Must Be Getting Pretty Old...

After a whole year and a half of blogging cessation, here I am. To give you an example of how old this makes me feel, when I tried logging into my blog, I had to change my blogging name AND password because they switched formats or something in August of 2006. What a bummer. At least my URL is still stephanieyo.blogspot.com. AKA the most gangsta name ever. Speaking of gang-related activity, being

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1155628216532498912006-08-15T03:21:00.000-04:002006-08-15T03:50:16.550-04:00"Don't Look Now...but That Sign Says Waffle Hose."

I just got back from Gulf Shores and approx. 15 hours in a car and boy, am I tired! Do I sleep? Please, clearly blogging is just so much more important.I made a few revelations in Gulf Shores, AL, one being that I do not particularly enjoy the beach. This may come as a surprising statement, but take a few deep, relaxing breaths and let me explain. First of all, I love the IDEA of a beach. The

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1154464656594802592006-08-01T16:07:00.000-04:002006-08-01T16:37:36.656-04:00It's Been a Long Time...I Shouldn't've Left You w/o a Dope Blog to Obessively Read.

Just in case you didn't get that, it was a hilarious play on the lyrics of the classic Aalyiah (R.I.P.) song "Try Again." Because I'm back and I'm trying blogging again. Partly because it's summer and I have too much freetime without it and party because Liz awkwardly confessed to me a week ago that she sometimes still reads my old blogs when she's bored...and that creeped me out (in a flattered

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1138346389148800292006-01-27T02:11:00.000-05:002006-01-27T02:19:49.160-05:00Is It Really Over?

At this point, I am just completely finished with the whole idea of my blog. I mean, honestly, if you read it for the play-by-play of my life, you obviously need to hang out with me more so you can live it rather than reading it. And if you read it for the funny quips (and let's be honest, there are OH! so many of them), then just talk to me more. Because funny quips abound when you have a

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1133853835733025562005-12-06T01:55:00.000-05:002005-12-06T02:23:55.773-05:00Yeah, It's Been Over a Month. Deal With It.

So I was pretty much completely done with this blog all together until tonight. I was bored and like "Hmm, let's look back at my blog and see what I wrote last year at this time." And I just got completely sucked in. Completely. I kept reading these entires and they were so clever. I'm funny! Or at least, I used to be funny. Then I got sad that I haven't written anything in so long and so here I

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1131124747995080962005-11-04T12:17:00.000-05:002005-11-04T12:19:08.006-05:00Facebook...It's Kind of a Big Deal

I haven't posted in forever, but deal with it. However, today, while searching through various facebook groups at UE, I found probably one of the best things ever...Here it is. You're welcome.Established in 2005 to create a more effective facebook. It has come to our attention that, despite facebook's increasing popularity, many students do not know how to use it properly. The following list is a

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1127518527194174822005-09-23T18:21:00.000-05:002005-09-23T18:35:27.203-05:00Sorry, Charlie

I haven't updated in about a month. The weird thing is that I really don't care. I enjoy reading other peoples' blogs but I just never get in the mood to really write anything. Sure a lot of funny/interesting/blogworthy stuff happens to me on a weekly basis, but I'm just kind of too lazy/focused on other things to actually take the time to sit down and write it all out.Ryne and Bri are in

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1125379677506253072005-08-29T23:41:00.000-05:002005-08-30T00:27:57.536-05:00When I see her dance, she look like she fuckin' herself.

These are the beautifully, poetic lyrics to Badd by the Ying Yang Twins and, noteably MIKE JONES! I love Mike Jones. He put his CELL PHONE NUMBER in the lyrics to his song. Like seriously, who does he think he is? Mike Jones, obviously. And just look at his name. He didn't even change it to something such as "Lil M-Wheezy" or "Big Bone Jones." No, he keeps his shit simple... just Mike Jones. I

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1124862425056739152005-08-24T00:28:00.000-05:002005-08-24T00:47:05.076-05:00"I want a rope ladder made out of hair."

Well, after many drunken/adventurous nights at U-E with Jaclyn and Buente, I'm back up at DePauw, getting ready to jump into my sophmore year like a gansta. My room is incredible and huge, so tonight, after spending hours in it, Ryne, Bri, Liz and I decided to just all move into it. Someone could sleep under my bed (I'm not kidding, you seriously could) someone could sleep on the rug and someone

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1123886014288784642005-08-12T17:05:00.000-05:002005-08-12T17:33:34.296-05:00"Are you a Lifeguard?"

If people have been randomly asking me this question, then it means that I've obviously just gotten back from GULF SHORES '05! I never understand why people translate my brown skin as my pass to save lives by the pool. Last Thursday, I got up at 7 am and drove to St. Louis to meet Liz, where I performed duties as her resident secretary. "Stephanie, Call Butterz. " "Stephanie, Write down that

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1122922164253514812005-08-01T13:25:00.000-05:002005-08-01T13:49:24.286-05:00Labor Day (It's a Holiday)

I was perusing my iTunes Library today and I came upon this song by the Black Eyed Peas and I just started laughing. Why would you ever write a song and feel the need to name it "Labor Day (It's A Holiday)"? I just don't understand it.I haven't updated in awhile and while things have happened that have been funny, interesting or just downright memorable, I probably won't be able to recap too much

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1121834319407456812005-07-19T22:53:00.000-05:002005-07-19T23:38:39.443-05:00"I'm so excited! I'm so excited! I'm....so.....scared!"

If you can tell me where that famous quote comes from, I'll make up a special nickname just for you!"I know, right?" This is one of Blo-Jo's new fun phrases stolen from up North. It makes me laugh every time I hear him say it. He just says it ALL the time. If I told him this, he would merely reply, "I know, right?" AHHH, it drives me up the wall.In other news... Summer has blasted me with another

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1121105591076700202005-07-11T12:44:00.000-05:002005-07-11T13:13:11.130-05:00If you have a Bubba Keg, then you know what's up.

Alright, before I write anything pertaining to this weekend, etc. I have to get a few things in real quick. Apparently a handful of people read this semi-regularly and get perturbed when they aren't mentioned. Even people who live like 3 hours away from here. Go figure. So here ya go guys. Go nuts! And you're welcome...- Jason Bunning-- I love the wild & crazy parties that you always have and I

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1120600596200022712005-07-05T16:39:00.000-05:002005-07-05T16:56:36.210-05:00What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Summer is fun for many reasons varying from sleeping whenever I feel like it (unless I have to work) to drinking on obscene days of the week (oh wait, I do that at DePauw too). But here are a few of my favorite things.... (great, now I'm singing that song now)- Sitting/Walking down by the river with Aaron, Kellie and others, smoking too many cigarettes, playing in the foam by the fountain and

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1119917393786414882005-06-27T18:41:00.000-05:002005-06-27T19:09:53.796-05:00"At least you've got a cellphone, I don't even have that!"

I love starting entries with a good, solid quote. It makes you wonder, "Who in Stephanie's wonderfully adventurous life must have said that? Was it me when I was drunk? Did she say it? Did SusieDolls say it?" and off you go reading my blog, which is always a positive experience, I must add.So I guess I should venture in by saying that I haven't really wanted to post lately because my dad died. I

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1118568678767404642005-06-12T04:15:00.001-05:002010-07-05T17:06:36.655-04:00"I'd flip you off right now...but I'm wearing MITTENS!"

The above quote is one of the few, but valued inside jokes I have recently aquired with my sister since summer vacation has started. That's right. It's hard to believe, but Kelley and I have bonded in random, unscripted moments. Mostly involving the Disney Channel, as they should. And I've become slightly obsessed with Drake and Josh. You probably don't know what Drake and Josh is, but that's ok,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1118003711879547742005-06-05T15:12:00.000-05:002005-06-05T15:35:11.886-05:00Methinks it's time for an update...

Back in Evansville and the boredom of this town is finally starting to kick in. It's not that there aren't neccesarily cool things to do around here, they just usually aren't with people I want to see. Ex. If you're a boy and you call a girl up and tell her to come over to your house and "party" with you and a case of beer, you aren't fooling anyone. We know that you just want to get on her. So

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1117556473900079592005-05-31T11:20:00.000-05:002005-05-31T11:50:26.816-05:00These ARE my Dress Clothes!

This lovely quote comes from one of the hottest water bottles in town. Throw out your Nalgene bottles, because Schnucks has some hot new shit... We went to Schnucks about 8,000 times during our stay in St. Louis and I kept seeing this coozie-covered 80's style white trash water bottle that said (in lovely neon lettering) "These ARE my Dress Clothes!" Every time I saw it, I just cracked up, so

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1117112488154728812005-05-26T07:47:00.000-05:002005-05-26T08:01:28.160-05:00The Sunlandic Twins- Of Montreal>> Buy This CD!

Okay, summer's off and running. I've started my time as a Hot 96 Hottie and it's pretty decent. I hand out stickers, I smile at people, I thank people for listening to Hot 96. It really isn't that different from working at Outback except that I do office work every Monday and Friday from 10-12 in the morning. Me being up that early is just dangerous. Especially when I'm allowed on the Lloyd. Me

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1116568184960774462005-05-20T00:35:00.000-05:002005-05-20T00:49:44.986-05:00Prose Before Hoes

It's summer. I've finally made it back to Evansville for a solid 2.5 months. It's different being home, but, seeing as I've only been home for a little over 24 hours, I haven't really experienced Evansville to the fullest as of yet. I have a hearty alcohol supply and a bevy of wild trips to both Liz's and Bri's houses so it should be a summer to remember.If anyone would like to accompany me to

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1116096732721617322005-05-14T13:33:00.000-05:002005-05-14T13:52:12.726-05:00"We Should Sodomize Her With a Broom."

With that I welcome you to my life. Liz said that when we all joked about what would happen if we slipped Leigh a rufie. Then Liz threw that ridiculous comment out and things just got silent..... Liz is pretty scary though sometimes as we all saw last night. "Stop pulling my hair!" "I have to though! It's like therapy for me!' or the classic "Sometimes I just want to HIT you!"So since I've last

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1115579124047910752005-05-08T13:51:00.000-05:002005-05-08T14:05:24.180-05:00Happy Summer Vacation!

So now that everyone in the world is officially on summer vacation, being at DePauw still just feels kind of random. Thursday night was Buente's Purple Garter formal, so I went with him, because, let's face it, I'm a hot date. haha We had a 5th of Bacardi and, by 7, when dinner started, I was highly intoxicated. Everyone at our table had a contest to see who would tie a cherry stem into a knot

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1115160455094053562005-05-03T17:47:00.000-05:002005-05-03T17:47:35.096-05:00

What Kind of Drunk Are You?Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1115048913100012122005-05-02T10:15:00.000-05:002005-05-02T10:48:33.103-05:00Prose Before Hos

Well we have 2 more weeks of "real" school and then finals. I have a final on a Saturday. Shoot me. Just end the misery right now. Since I have a choir concert this weekend (Carmina Burana, oh hells yeah) I went home last weekend. I brought back like 8,000 pairs of shoes, coats and sweaters. I also brought back a hula skirt and coconut bra. It was nice to bring everything home, but it was even

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1114660144879786572005-04-27T22:48:00.000-05:002005-04-27T22:49:04.880-05:00The New Ben Folds CD Just Came Out. Saving Silverman! What are you waiting for? Go buy it!

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1114406556938772832005-04-24T23:58:00.000-05:002005-04-25T00:22:36.943-05:00Sorry, Stole this from Belwood and Kellie. I like these things.

Firsts.First best friend: Meghan TevaultFirst car: The Iron Lung aka my hot 89 CamryFirst date: I think it might have been Darren Gill? We went to see Spiderman with Tyne and Ian. And played mini-golf. He didn't pay for me. What an ass.First real kiss: At a party like the summer before junior year. Brad Burkhardt. I kept my eyes open the whole time.First screen name: User951110, it was 5th grade.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1114372730272080592005-04-24T14:49:00.000-05:002005-04-24T21:27:50.360-05:00Bice Rake- Bice Rake- Bice Rake

You know what that means, kids. This weekend was Little 5. And now for a (notso)quick recap.Thursday: Went to Sig Chi after Derby Days ("Ken hates you! That's cuz you're all plastic bitches!") and we danced and drank the night away. I danced on a table. I danced on a couch. I fell off the couch because, hey, it's hard to keep your balance on a couch without standing still. We stumbled back home

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1114116018970529322005-04-21T15:24:00.000-05:002005-04-21T15:40:18.973-05:00Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car

Haven't posted in a few days or so. Not that there's too much to write about particularly. I can't believe it's already Thursday again. Last weekend seems like yesterday. Well...a yesterday that I don't remember too much of. haha It was interesting walking into the commons area Saturday morning and going all "Goldilocks & the Three Bears" on everyone saying "Who ate my Jello? Who drank my

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1113800190931628742005-04-17T23:56:00.000-05:002005-04-17T23:56:30.930-05:00

take the "what's your dark secret?" quiz | courtesy of mewing.net. where darkness and secrecy abound.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1113762731567179922005-04-17T13:32:00.000-05:002005-04-17T13:32:11.580-05:00

Bourbon Congratulations! You're 118 proof, with specific scores in beer (40) , wine (83), and liquor (86). Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties. My

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1113576380066308532005-04-15T09:35:00.000-05:002005-04-15T09:46:20.066-05:00Don't Hate. Celebrate.

At most colleges and universities around the nation, students are winding down for the year. Getting out around the first few days of May, means that school is coming to an end. Oh yay. Not here at DePauw though. Don't worry. We're going to be here until May 19th. I get out a day early. Whoot. Who's jealous? Hell, I'm not even jealous. So Liz and I are toying with the idea of going to London for

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1113343287202500232005-04-12T16:11:00.000-05:002005-04-12T17:01:27.203-05:00You're polluting my stream of consciousness.

Ok, so I've just got some things to say. Today Kellie and I were talking about Roald Dahl and how he was the fucking shit when we were little. I was completely obsessed with his books. Because yea, I loved to read. Then Kellie and I realized that kids who read Roald Dahl books were sort of special. Like I thought I was the shit because I knew who Roald Dahl was. And when the movie of Matilda came

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1113285042152244722005-04-12T00:49:00.000-05:002005-04-12T00:50:42.153-05:00Admit It- Say Anything

Admit it!Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearanceAnd vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefsYou know nothing about art or sexThat you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazinePrototypical non-conformistYou are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store GestapoYou adhere to a set of standards and tastesThat appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)Giving

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1113076231726427692005-04-09T14:29:00.000-05:002005-04-09T14:50:31.730-05:00My Friends Like to Steal Things

My friends decided to come to Evansville last night to get a little taste of the glory that is tha 812. We went to FIJI Island with J. Biz, but first we had a few missions to accomplish. Everyone was surprised and amazed by Evansville. "Do you have a Best Buy?" "This place is kind of huge." "What restaraunt don't you have?" But for those of you who are uncertain of what Evansville might be

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1112741673932129452005-04-05T17:29:00.000-05:002005-04-05T17:54:33.936-05:00Yo mom'z, can you come pick us up? Naw hell no, we be blingin' on the cellies with some girlies!

This is a quote from possibly my favorite website of all time. This being http://marc.merlins.org/mirrors/stuntaz/. Go to it right now, then come back to my blog. Did you see it? It's amazing, isn't it? And it isn't a joke. These playaz are the real thang. Now go to www.livejournal.com/users/juejuethesloth . That'd be Kellie Meagher's livejournal and it has a response to "The Icy Hot Stuntaz" on

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1112515284019952242005-04-03T03:14:00.000-05:002005-04-03T03:01:24.020-05:00Los Angeles, I'm Yours

That's by the Decemberists. You should check them out someday. Si vous plait. You know how I'm always changing up my music every few months or so. This is one of those times. I was kinda pissed tho bc I was just getting really into Hot Hot Heat and now they're on MTV every 5.7 seconds. Wtf? But me and Biz were talking about this tonight. Why are there so many Suburban Teenage Elitists these days?

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1112515516882225842005-04-03T03:05:00.000-05:002005-04-03T03:05:35.433-05:00So I accidentally published my blog twice. Yea, so what?

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1112167616279844692005-03-30T02:10:00.000-05:002005-03-30T02:26:56.283-05:00Some People Never Update Their Blogs...Like They Don't Have To Bc They're Too Good For It, But They Really Should Consider It

So Ryne is afraid of my "blackness." I feel that she should embrace it rather than just being frightened by it. Just a thought. Brandon Piper came up to DePauw once more today with his friend Elyse to show her how kickass DePauw can be. I ran around with them, ate at the Hub, chilled in my room and watched Sex & the City. It was basically them witnessing a day in my life. Which isn't very

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1111520794827196892005-03-22T14:34:00.000-05:002005-03-22T14:46:34.830-05:00Spring Break '05 Whoop Whoop

It's the Tuesday of Spring Break. I'm at my house. I ate birthday cake for breakfast today. That's about it. But hey, birthday cake for breakfast? Now that's pretty sweet. So recap on the weekend. I got to see Seussical in all of it's glory, not one, but two nights in a row. Friday was fun. Bizzle and I went and snuck into the paintroom and yes, our names are STILL up on the wall, looking

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1110984472602069182005-03-16T09:38:00.000-05:002005-03-16T09:47:52.606-05:00Shades- Hank Beebe

This song was the highlight of our 6th grade choir concert and for those of you who were not as privilaged as some to participate in or experience this concert, then here are the lyrics. Enjoy.Who is that? A movie star? Or someone on TV?A celebrity that millions love?No, it's none of the above....IT'S ME!Wearin' my shadesYou can't see my eyes, when I'm wearin' my shades.Wearin' my shadesI'm hard

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1110922988085982372005-03-15T16:41:00.000-05:002005-03-15T16:43:08.086-05:00Evansville might be the most pathetic town in all of Indiana.

http://www.14wfie.com/Global/story.asp?S=3030834Just read the news story and laugh your ass off. Aren't you super-pumped and anxiously awaiting your free tickets? If anything, these guys are fucking old....I think that picture was taken in about 1974. Just thought I'd share.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1110838967993820182005-03-14T17:08:00.000-05:002005-03-14T17:22:47.996-05:00Bitches Ain't Shit (But Hoes & Tricks)

What a good song. Well we're lookin' at 4 more days of school before Spring Break 2005! Oh man. Last week was pretty chill on the party front. And by that I mean that we only went out on Friday and Saturday. Friday night Ryne and I went to a variety of frat houses and encountered 4 guys wearing foam hats with birds on them. They were hilarious and Ryne found one on the floor so, in her drunken

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1110207780221934342005-03-07T10:00:00.000-05:002005-03-07T10:03:00.223-05:00Annie's 12 Years Old...In 2 More She'll Be a Whore

Ahh, Wrong Way...such a good song. Get stoned. Listen to Sublime. I have two more weeks of this "school" shit before I get to go on Spring Break. What the hell? I don't think I can accomplish anything in these next two weeks that reaches the status of "productive" at all. I just want it to be Spring Break so I can lay out and fall asleep in the hot sun with my iPod rockin' all the while. "Did

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1109909535911621532005-03-03T22:23:00.000-05:002005-03-03T23:12:15.913-05:00So I Know I Updated YESTERDAY but....

I don't want to be that girl who updates every day like she has no life or something, but maybe I am that girl, k? Actually Kellie Meagher is the inspiration for this post. I was reading her blog, laughing out loud and agreeing with just so many statements in it. It was fantastic. Alright, Kellie said that she tried to download Oregon Trail on her computer the other day and I just started having

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1109546597427299392005-02-27T18:11:00.000-05:002005-02-28T22:50:43.940-05:00Gone Daddy Gone- Violent Femmes

Yea, that song fucking rocks. It has occured to me lately that some people have horrible taste in music. Like terrible taste. I just don't really understand how that's fully possible. If a song is pretty much well-known as sucking balls, then how can you listen to it on repeat? Yea and I don't care what people say. Techno sucks. I've tried, folks. I have. And it sucks a whole lot. In other news.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1109127117504146912005-02-22T21:40:00.000-05:002005-02-22T21:51:57.506-05:00What Do You Do With A B.A. in English/ It Sucks To Be Me!

This is the title of one of the many fabulous songs on the Avenue Q soundtrack. Anytime I am having a bad day, feeling penned-up in my dorm room or just in need of something to laugh about, I crank up the Avenue Q. It applies to real life too:"I'm kinda prettyAnd pretty damn smartI like romantic thingsLike music and artAnd as you knowI have a gigantic heart!So why don't I have a boyfriend?FUCK!

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1108556568135403772005-02-16T07:09:00.000-05:002005-02-16T07:22:48.140-05:00Just When You Thought You Couldn't Get Enough...

It's Wednesday, but I feel the need to recap the weekend regardless. It's just my way. Friday night was hmmm I don't even remember. Ahhh yes, J. Biz himself came to visit and I was pretty fucking excited! We ended up going over to Jeff, Will & Drew's room with Bri to watch Harold & Kumar...which we never ended up getting to do. Instead Bri and I spooned on their futon. I was big spoon. And Tim

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1107899233299081042005-02-08T16:29:00.000-05:002005-02-08T16:47:13.300-05:00MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack

That's a song by Beck, just in case you were wondering. So last weekend was rush/recruitment. There was lots of smiling and acting interested in other people's random shit when you're actually thinking "my feet hurt and i want to go home." I've never eaten so much candy and chocolate in my life. And I ended up withdrawing in the end. Oh the irony! Now I will be pledging Erin & Emily's sorority

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1107070443325085262005-01-30T02:20:00.000-05:002005-01-30T02:34:03.326-05:00Tequila Mockingbird

The title has no real signifigance other than I saw it somewhere today and it made me laugh a whole bunch. I mean, who'd've thought such a thing? This week marked the random break in between Winter Term and "real school" aka Second Semester. It was fun, because I could participate in "free tanning weekend" at my local palace of melanoma (Premier Tan), but other than that I think I could have

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1106407636016665132005-01-22T07:28:00.000-05:002005-01-22T10:27:16.016-05:00Winter Term aka Party Til You Puke...Literally

Hey guys and gals. I haven't really been feeling the blogging lately, but for some reason I just can't sleep, it's 5:30 in the morning and I just had an urge to blog. Winter Term is seriously a non-stop party. Thursday night I was like "hmm don't think I'm gonna go out tonight." and I felt retarded for it. Then I realized that a) I went out Tuesday and Wednesday night and b) at most normal

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1105647660670081812005-01-13T15:01:00.000-05:002005-01-13T15:21:00.670-05:00"Dead Birds," 2 hours of sleep and the Melissa JK Gross

Everyone knows how much I like to sleep. Sleep is my main addiction. It's my drug. It's my bottle of Jack Daniels. Take it away from me and BAD things happen. Here's a good example. So Liz's friends are in town (Brian, Butters & Ericka). So we go out and take them to party with us at good ol' DPU every night, which is all good and fun. Playing Kings, dancing around, watching endless Beirut games.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1104832189054221182005-01-04T04:28:00.000-05:002005-01-04T04:49:49.053-05:00Calling All Kids!

Guys, we have a crisis on our hands. There is Nickelodeon, Nick Jr., Noggin, GAS (Games and Sports) and TV Land, yet there is no station with Old School Nickelodeon on it! It's a travesty and someone should fix this problem immediatly. It all started with those classic shows like: -Pete & Pete -Welcome Freshmen! -Are You Afraid of the Dark? -Clarissa Explains It All -Roundhouse -All That -Hey

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1104621641579060252005-01-01T17:35:00.000-05:002005-01-01T18:20:41.580-05:00And I Don't Feel Any Different.

Another year, I hope everyone partied hard last night. There are large quantities of cheap champagne that were consumed and many brownies baked last night. Marci's just a regular Betty Crocker. So the party's theme was black and white and we bought black and white balloons...or so we thought. It turns out that we actually got purple balloons that just looked black when they were deflated. haha

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1104426290789895312004-12-30T13:03:00.000-05:002004-12-30T12:04:50.790-05:00I'M NOT A LESBIAN! I LIKE BOYS! ALOT! IN A SEXUAL WAY!

Just thought I'd clear that up for those who were confused...

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1104425206415648572004-12-30T11:40:00.000-05:002004-12-30T11:46:46.416-05:00To Whom It May Concern...

It has come to my attention that someone got on my facebook name and made it say that I am interested in Women instead of Men. I was unaware of this until last night, upon recieving various "offers" from many facebook lezzies asking me if i am, indeed interesting in women. I was also poked by said lesbians. While I am all for homosexual acts to take place, I'm not so much into being an active

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1103847155865516282004-12-23T19:00:00.000-05:002004-12-23T19:12:35.866-05:00'Cause Baby It's Cold Outside!

Yea, last night they declared a State of Emergency which means, even if you can break your car out of the ice-cavern surrounding it, you'll get ticketed lik $500 for driving. Yet the mall is still open. What irony. If I had Noggin, like the Myrick family, I wouldn't mind being snowed in because I could watch Degrassi and Daria back to back to back all day. Instead, my mother has decided to keep

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1102971411300706222004-12-13T15:39:00.000-05:002004-12-13T15:56:51.300-05:00Tyson Beckford, Strip Candyland and the Weekend Before Finals

So I can safely assume that most students spent this weekend keeping things relativly low-key. Going to a few parties. Drinking one or two beers and going to sleep by one or two. What did the members of Lambda Alpha Beta do? All I'm gonna say is....that's just not how we roll. Friday night we went over to Sigma Chi and Carrie and I had eye sex for an uncountable number of hours. Then we played

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1102665549859540992004-12-10T02:39:00.000-05:002004-12-10T02:59:09.860-05:00Christmas Without Alcohol is like Santa Without His Sleigh

Today I woke up at like 1:30 with everyone and their mother in my room. I was like "what the fuck?" and then Bizzle walked in. That's right. He surprised me at my own school. Apparently him and Liz made these plans secretly last night or some such nonsense. So instead of doing actual homework today, me and Bizzle toured Greencastle in all its splendour. Notice how I spell it with an extra u? Yea,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1102382778604129002004-12-06T20:07:00.000-05:002004-12-06T20:26:18.603-05:004 Moments in My Life with John Rutter

This is John Rutter, for those of you who do not know him as personally as some of us do. We went to Carnegie Hall. We got to sing. It was cool. But wait. We had to sing with this psycho. His name is John Rutter and he is like a cartoon character. Just look at the picture. It's frightening, and he's not even yelling at you for coughing or falling asleep. Jaclyn and I have decided to write a new

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1102273772825914292004-12-05T13:49:00.000-05:002004-12-05T14:09:32.826-05:00The Spaghetti Factory, Amoretto Cosmo Drinks and Pizza with Carolyn. aka "Hey Bri. You're dead to me."

This week has been ridiculous, because for some unknown reason, all of my teachers have decided to finally start assigning homework. Maybe they just don't understand that we have a WEEK until finals. Who knows? So all of us girls decided to celebrate Christmas with, instead of gifts, doing little fun things for ourselves as a group. So Friday night we went downtown in Indy to go shopping at

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1102064875186824452004-12-03T04:03:00.000-05:002004-12-03T04:07:55.186-05:00Holy Fucking Shit I Didn't Even Know That Was Possible

So I was trying to put these pictures on my blog, because lately I've felt really technical or something, but yea, something must have messed up and it erased all of my blogs. Every---last---one. I started my blog in June before Senior Year of high school. I lost them all. But fuck it! I guess it's time to just erase it all and start this thing up anew. It's still a bitch though, isn't it? This

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1101893063861136692004-12-01T04:17:00.000-05:002004-12-01T04:24:23.860-05:00My Very First All-Nighter

Well not really ALL night. I might sleep for one or two hours. A nap. I did ALL of my homework for German tonight. That's a first. And all of the homework that I missed when I skipped last week, so that's even better. I don't think my German teacher will know what to do. I never understand the books we read and everything that comes out of my mouth is always kind of semi-retarded. Not tomorrow

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1101798747286791962004-11-30T02:11:00.000-05:002004-11-30T02:12:27.286-05:00I Heart Harlan!

Harlan Pepper is, by far, the best character ever created and he makes me laugh to no end. With this being said, I give you this as a little gift from Christopher Guest to you: Harlan Pepper: I used to be able to name every nut that there was. And it used to drive my mother crazy, because she used to say, "Harlan Pepper, if you don't stop naming nuts," and the joke was that we lived in Pine Nut,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1101651548544919682004-11-28T08:01:00.000-05:002004-11-28T09:19:08.546-05:00It's 8 in the morning and I am awake. This is a phenomenon.

Well Thanksgiving Break came and went. These things always go so fast, probably because I sleep through most of them, but still. Last night I was in PJs by 10, asleep by 11 and I woke up naturally this morning at...7:30! WTF? It was beautiful, relaxing and worth it, but I'm just not used to being awake at this hour. What does one do before noon if one does not have school or work? It's beyond me.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1100908771002140462004-11-19T18:59:00.000-05:002004-11-19T18:59:31.003-05:00We were the Mean Girls for Halloween. It was pretty bitchin'.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1100908472798670642004-11-19T18:54:00.000-05:002004-11-19T18:54:32.800-05:00Black Santa Rocks My Face Off!

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1100807660053758972004-11-18T14:16:00.000-05:002004-11-18T14:54:20.053-05:00I Finally Figured out How to Put Pictures on Here!

Wow, this is a pretty big day. I learned something else semi-technical. Look at me go with these pictures. Granted, I only have one so far, but give me time. This is Erin, Ryne, Bri, Liz and me on a Wasted Wednesday. As you can see, they are pretty damn fun.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1100459176990368122004-11-14T14:04:00.000-05:002004-11-14T14:06:16.990-05:00Science vs. Romance- Rilo Kiley. My new anthem.

Facebook me! haha i'll be sure to tell all the g's down on tha block Sean just wrote this to me. And I got pretty excited. Why? First and foremost, he has the correct usage. Secondly, he used "tha" which got me excited because my ghetto-osity is slowly creeping up on him. Slowly but surely. Haha Once you get with me, you're gonna get a little g'ed up in the process. So this was a weekend like any

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1100045709575927892004-11-09T19:10:00.000-05:002004-11-09T19:15:09.576-05:00The Quote Board

- Ooo when Tard did that to me. (Liz) - That was the night I ate a pubic hair. (Bri) - There's a difference between taking care of yourself and prostituting yourself. (Ryne) - JESUS CHRIST! (Matt) - Do you feel like a FUCKING IDIOT? (Carrie) - Donuts Scare Me (Bri) - Well at least he knows I'm a slut. (Ryne) - I'm like a Mongolian History Book right here. (Stephanie) - I have trouble just opening

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1099972619185266512004-11-08T21:21:00.000-05:002004-11-08T22:56:59.186-05:00And we watched Phantasm. AKA "What the fuck?"

What a weekend. Friday was the ATO 80s party because, here at DePauw, every weekend is Halloween. So we all donned our Wal-Mart legwarmers and put our hair in sideponytails and went at it. They played George Micheal songs so, obviously, I was in heaven. This weekend is time for a toga party, so I'll be well-equipped. Saturday night I went to UK and Sean and I rented the best movie of all time.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1099548165736516382004-11-04T01:53:00.000-05:002004-11-04T01:02:45.736-05:00Repo the Repubs!

I could eat that thing whole! The cookie dough? No, the strawberry lemonade. What have you even been doing tonight? Watching television, eating food, cavorting with your pals?? Stop gallavanting around with your mates! G'day Mate! DANCE PARTY! WHITESNAKE FOREVER! I'm a drifter..... Phone me/ Kill me Um, are you guys watching a movie? Hupashrmeucsh! We changed lightbulbs. How can you tell if one's

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1099257614893863932004-10-31T15:46:00.000-05:002004-10-31T16:20:14.893-05:00Anything But Homework, Please

So honestly, the only reason that I am blogging is so I don't have to do any homework yet. Isn't that sad? I have 3 pages of a research paper to start which I havent' researched yet. I have some stuff to read and a few worksheets to do. It's 4 pm. I've got time. So Evansville changed time yesterday. Greencastle, on the other hand, didn't. So when it's 3 here, its 2 there. Why do we have Daylight

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1099032898021960672004-10-29T01:44:00.000-05:002004-10-29T01:54:58.020-05:00I stole this from Kellie and it reminds me of the things you'd fill out and email to everyone circa 6th grade!

..(Basics)... Name: Stephanie Age: 18 Location: Greencastle, IN but I prefer to associate myself with Evansville which doesn't say much Grade/Job: Freshman slacker. ...(Favorites)... Movies: Annie Hall, Cabin Fever!!!!, Donnie Darko Music: Hip Hop, Alternative, umm come to think of it, anything but country music Books: David Sedaris and obsessive amounts of nonfiction T.V. Shows: Real World,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1098440403276821112004-10-22T06:04:00.000-05:002004-10-22T05:21:31.080-05:00And Now For Something Completely Different...

I think I post too much, but then again, I have a lot to say. So this is my last day in town before I go off and back up to that wonderful little white trash city, commonly refered to as Greencastle, Indiana. My last meal from Evansville was Zesto. I'm glad it was. That place just sends off this friendly vibe to me, even though its in the middle of the eastside ghetto and everyone there looks at

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1098339272824180572004-10-21T01:13:00.000-05:002004-10-21T01:14:32.826-05:00

jBuente: yeah; and instead of paying for car insurance, i pay the 2 neighbor boys $5 a day to run behind and in front of my car to make sure no one hits it in response to a man who thinks insurance is a "scam." I laughed out loud for like 20 minutes straight. I thought I'd share.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1097957783847175472004-10-16T15:01:00.000-05:002004-10-16T15:16:23.853-05:00Full Frontal Richard Gere (Did I get your attention?)

This morning my mom came in to wake me up. I was like, "Why?" She said, "I just think its time you get up." It was ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday. This is when I realized why I wanted to leave home so much. The earliest anyone wakes me up at DePauw is around noon on my days off. Liz comes in and pokes me. And if I say, "Hey, I'm not getting up yet." She gets sad and walks away. Susan,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1097532677897403822004-10-11T16:58:00.000-05:002004-10-11T17:11:17.896-05:00She'Quanda Maury...Jacob Farber...Mike Hunt...Anita Peter

This weekend was the famed Fall Festival. Even up at DePauw, people were talking about it. 2nd largest street festival? Maybe. 3rd largest street festival? Probably. Whatever it is, it's the ultimate White Trash Parade. For about an hour, I was lovin' it. Running around. Seeing old friends. Eating good food ( and four Lemon Shake-ups.) But after awhile, the white-trashiness kind of got to me.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1097037846390917412004-10-05T23:28:00.000-05:002004-10-05T23:44:06.390-05:00What Am I Gonna Do With This Booty-Shakin' Flava?

I just found out that people don't call Buente "Buente." at college. They call him *gasp!* Jeremy. Like what the fuck? He's Bizzle or Biz or Buente. Never Je-re-my. What the fuck, UE? What the fuck? And it just occured to me that Richard used to go up to this one white guy and say "What up, my JIGGA???" and scare the shit out of him. I thought of this, in my humble DPU room alone, and I laughed.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1096753209921275452004-10-02T16:03:00.000-05:002004-10-02T16:40:09.920-05:00Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim

Hmm updating bc I'm bored and screwing around. I'm not really down for doing homework on a Saturday either. So that's that. Last night Liz and I were CRAZY and drove to STL to visit her friends and go to a bangin' party. haha 3 hours in a car. It actually wasn't a bad drive. "Look, there's the Ruby Tuesdays!" And right when I walked in and saw all of Liz's G-Unit posse. I met Ericka who is hella

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1096265289019510832004-09-27T01:52:00.000-05:002004-09-27T01:08:09.020-05:00I'm Gonna Try Really Hard and You Won't Even Notice

Everyone's blogs have been so damn personal and reflective lately. I guess I could be personal. I could be even a little reflective, but yea....usually I'm not. So deal with it. haha I've been feeling really hyper all night so I'm trying to chill out with some Death Cab For Cutie ( Buente, maybe we should go to that concert. Tuesdays are cool.) Like honestly, I am just so hyped up that I can't

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1096035613290938842004-09-24T09:09:00.000-05:002004-09-24T09:20:13.290-05:00Just Call Me Snuffleupagus!

So yea, I'm sick. Wednesday I started having chills and a stuffy nose, Thursday that morphed into cold sweats and a fever and now I'm completely stopped up in my left ear, my throat hurts and my nose is stuffed up. It's pretty cool, lemme tell yea. Oh and my voice since my nose is stopped up? It's totally hot. Why doesn't want a girl with a stuffed up nose. What I've learned is that there are a

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1095656390070463312004-09-19T23:53:00.000-05:002004-09-19T23:59:50.070-05:00Short Skirt/Long Jacket

I want a girl With a mind like a diamond I want a girl Who knows what's best I want a girl With shoes that cut And eyes that burn Like cigarettes I want a girl With the right allocations Who's fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She's playing with her jewelry She's putting up her hair She's touring the facility And picking up slack I want a girl Who gets up early I want a girl Who

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1095618859660609762004-09-19T13:09:00.000-05:002004-09-19T13:43:43.870-05:00I Will Survive- Cake Download it.

Another week here at good ol' DPU. Another wild weekend with its own crazy story. On Friday night, Liz and I went to Ball State to visit my friend Kurt. He calls me that day and says "Hey, I dont know how to get here from there." I was like "Oh that's fine, we can figure it out." Haha Yea, sure we can. So I printed out MapQuest directions and off we went. It started off badly and we turned off in

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1095442615686405542004-09-17T13:29:00.000-05:002004-09-17T12:36:55.686-05:00Put It In Ya Mouth!

So I have a german presentation over Saxony in 20 minutes. I'm not excited so I'm blogging to take my mind off of it. I can't talk about something for over three minutes, so this is bad. lol I seriously think I'm the most retarded kid in that class. Everyone else says "Oh yea, I don't know what I'm going to say...." "Yea, I bet I failed that test." Then the presentations start, the tests get

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1095257654126819212004-09-15T09:05:00.000-05:002004-09-15T09:14:14.126-05:00Wake Me Up! Before You Go-Go

Yea, I'm officially in love with George Michael. I know he's gay. I'll get over it somehow. I finally have the internet on my laptop up at DePauw which is a hugeass improvement. I can download music now which is just very exciting. So far my major downloads? George Michael and Dave Matthews Band. Sleep To Dream Her is the sweetest song ever. I think I love it more than Ben Folds. So after a crazy

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1095109535518081282004-09-13T15:13:00.000-05:002004-09-13T16:05:35.520-05:00You and I Both Loved

I don't really get a chance to blog that much anymore since my computer has issues getting online at DePauw. I dont even remember the last time I blogged which is always nice. Well, first and foremost, I'd like to say that I found out at 3:45 this morning that I had the stomach flu and I felt like I was in first grade, because who gets the stomach flu these days?? So yea, I've been hangin' out at

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1094406072580232282004-09-05T11:54:00.000-05:002004-09-05T12:41:12.580-05:00Spramped if you do, Spramped if you don't!

I am finally on my new computer! Words cannot express how happy I am about this, alas, gaining one thing, I have lost another...my cellphone, that is. But that's another story. Friday I really was going to come back to Evansville, but I ended up staying at DPU and partyin' in Hogate. We played Kings which is apparently called "Circle of Death" in STL which sounds kind of ominous to me. I don't

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1094229594421380042004-09-03T11:26:00.000-05:002004-09-03T11:39:54.420-05:00Waterbottles, Wabash and Everything in Between

Well, we finally made it to college. (Most of us, anyway.) And I'm finally blogging. Who knew it would take this long to get a computer? I'm picking mine up on Saturday from my house. Right now I'm on my roommate Ryne's. I was more than hesitant to go to college. As you know, I love all my friends and I was like "God, is there anyway I'll be able to make new friends?" Turns out, I'm not that

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1093028353937533032004-08-20T13:32:00.000-05:002004-08-20T13:59:13.936-05:00Close my eyes. Shut the door. I don't live here anymore.

It's over. I'm moving to Greencastle tomorrow morning at 6 a.m. My parents are out buying my microwave right now. And this'll be my last blog entry for a week or so because my new powerbook was a problem child and fucked up majorly so they're ordering me a new one. Until then I'll be computer-less, but I'll still have my phone so call me. Last night was pretty much my last night out since I'm

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1092593300001289742004-08-15T12:37:00.000-05:002004-08-15T13:08:20.000-05:00Shake Your Booty While The Band Complains

This is my last week. Just thought I'd mention that. Jill, don't cry. haha I'm convincing myself that it will not be sad, because last year everyone got really sad when all the guys went off to college and we kinda saw them a lot considering. So this will not be sad. How long is three or four weeks? Not very. That's how long I'm planning on staying until I come visit for a weekend and such.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1092334976142765332004-08-12T13:07:00.000-05:002004-08-12T13:22:56.143-05:00How can I leave Lic's behind?

This is my first blog on the new laptop. The font's really tiny and hard to read. If I was ever on the actor's studio and they asked me what my favorite word was, I think I'd say incorrigible. It's just a really great word, all in all. Favorite curse word? Tit-fucker, hands down. All of my friends are off canoeing right now. This is a very un-uptown girl kind of thing. I couldn't decide whether

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1091963545662215772004-08-08T05:20:00.000-05:002004-08-09T02:16:54.330-05:00That's my best part!

It's 5 am. I just got home from the best night of summer. Don't you all agree? Well, actually best day and night combined. First off, Holiday World. What a glorious occasion. Even O'Doul got to join in the fun and Jill won Elsie! It was burning hot but there was no water park action. Speaking of action...Brian got to second base with Kelley on the Scrambler! Sparks flew! And I wonder how Birdie

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1091560701421108342004-08-03T14:07:00.000-05:002004-08-03T14:18:21.420-05:00The Less I Sleep, The More I Blog

I haven't had a good night's sleep in over a week so buckle up, because this blog will be ridiculously sleep-deprived in its content. I was reading Kellie's livejournal and I realized how much of my day I spend naked or half-naked and I got really sad. Why? Because I can't do that at college. Like right now, I got inside from laying out (first time in 2 months, btw) and just traipsed around in my

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1091272408329331342004-07-31T05:59:00.000-05:002004-07-31T06:13:28.330-05:00How Do You Spend Your Last Two Weeks Living at Home?

Can you believe that in two weeks we'll be living in a tiny little dorm room at the college of our choice? No more calling mom at one and telling her that the movie just started and you'll be home by three. No more blowdrying your hair in the nude. No more asking dad to get fast food for you because you don't feel like getting up. No more throwing a shirt down the stairs and asking your mom to

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1090839710655838012004-07-26T05:59:00.000-05:002004-07-26T06:01:50.656-05:00I Just Found This And It Made Me Laugh And Smile So I'll Share.

The Ten Commandments of the College Student The Student was searching for divine inspiration. As The Student walked high on the mountain of knowledge he came across God. The Student asked God how to live life as a college kid should. And God said unto him, "follow these Ten Commandments and you shall be all a college kid is." The Student was pleased, and thanked God and left to spread the

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514070.post-1090830409277558002004-07-26T03:09:00.000-05:002004-07-26T03:26:49.276-05:00P. Mo really isn't that bad of a name.

So it's been forever since I've updated. Almost 10 whole days...whoop. I don't even remember what I've done in the past ten days. It must've not been too spectacular. Yesterday was interesting though... Jill and I wanted to have a "Girl's Night" and we were acting crazy and retarded so we somehow ended up at Showplace Cinemas with no cellphones waiting for a ride. That was sad. By the way, Jill

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