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It came at me like a freight-train. One minute I was healthy as a bug and then next, WHAM, I am attacked by germs. I am not a fan of the “sneak attack”.

Last night I was with some really fun people, and all of sudden I felt a little cloudy. I knew I was in the room, but everything was a little fuzzy, I couldn’t hear as well, see as well, or talk as well. Then my throat began to get a little scratchy. I, of course, did was any normal person would do in this situation. I placed blame on all of the things that were causing my problems. I blamed the fact that it was late, and I had gotten up at 6:30am that morning, which was about 1-2 hours short of the full 8 hours one is suppose to get. “I MUST be tired!” I next blamed the fact that it had been a very long day. I had substitute taught in first grade all day, and they had wore me out. Then after work I ran some errands, and those tired me out too. “I MUST be exhausted from the day!”

But when this morning came, I realized exactly what state I was in yesterday: DENIAL. I woke up with a throbbing throat, a headache, body-aches all over, and constant coughing. When I tried to talk, it was more of a hoarse whisper than anything else. I got up, got dressed, and took some medicine. From that point on, my day has consisted of a constant pattern, almost a song really: Sniff, Drip, Cough… Sniff, Drip, Cough…

Germs: 1
Stephanie: 0

Stay tuned for an update after my nap. This war is NOT over!

I know I never post to this website. I promise I will start again, after the New Year because I am leaving to go up north today.

I graduated from college a week ago. It feels good and strange to be done. I worked so hard, and put forth a lot of effort to get to where I am now. I am happy. I feel that I have accomplished a lot in my life. I will get my actual bachelors certificate and my teaching certificate in the mail around mid-january.

For the present, I am just going to be substitute teaching around my house. I am going to start applying for jobs come April/May. So cross-your-fingers I get a job in the fall.

For the future, I plan on teaching. I plan on getting an apartment and starting my life. I am going to pay off my credit card debt, save money, and try to stay happy.

I hope everyone did have a wonderful Christmas. I spent time with family, ate too much food, laughed, and cried. I am hoping this next year will be great.

Right now, I just need my friends. I feel like I have lost my best friend and I am already losing sleep over it. If I called you and left a message, call me back whenever you get the chance, no rush, no hurry, you know where I will be.

Geoff: Thank You! You have no idea how much it meant. Talk to you soon!

I will be back from up north on Sunday, Dec 31st! If anyone has any plans for ringing in the New Year tell me where and when and I will be there!

Stephanie

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Some people look at a mathematical story problem the same way they would look into the toilet at a dirty gas station. Myself, on the other hand, look at a problem like that with enthusiasm and wonder. It is a puzzle that needs to be solved, and if i can be the one to solve that puzzle, I feel fulfilled and satisfied with myself.

However, though I do appreciate a good math problem, what i do not appreciate is a terrible setting in which the student must put themselves into in order to solve the problem. Here is an example of what i mean by that:

bq. Three brothers, Jim, Matt, and Eric, after finishing a meal in a restaurant, ordered a bowl of stewed prunes. While waiting for the prunes to be served all three fell asleep. After a while, Jim woke up and found the prunes on the table. He ate his equal share and went back to sleep. Then Matt awoke, ate what he thought was his equal share and fell asleep again. Eric woke up, ate what he thought was his equal share of the remaining prunes and went back to sleep. Later, all three brothers woke up and discovered that eight prunes were left in the bowl. How many prunes were in the bowl originally?

First of all, I would have to say that this is the stupidest problem I have ever read in my entire life. It is the worst “situationâ€? of a math problem… I almost died trying to read it. Why on earth would 3 brothers go out to eat together, order prunes, and then all fall asleep, occasionally waking up and eating the “prunes” (couldn’t it be something more interesting?), just to turn back around and fall BACK asleep. AT A RESTAURANT! If I, for one, were to fall sleep at a restuarant with two of my siblings, and I awoke minutes later to find both of them sleeping, I WOULD WAKE THEM UP! Split up the damn prunes and go home, where we would all go straight to bed, because we are OBVIOUSLY so darn tired!!!

WORST PROBLEM EVER!!!

Second of all, the answer is 27.

_I am a female, technically._

I want to see your smile.
I want to feel your touch.
I want to hold your body.
I miss you oh so much.

I want to hold your hand.
I want to gaze into your eyes.
I want to kiss your lips,
Which should come at no surprise.

I want to be with you forever.
I want to laugh with you all night.
I want to share all our memories.
And never, never fight.

I know we are apart now.
I know it’s for the best.
I also know that you are an amazing man,
Who is different from the rest.

I am happy I have met you.
And honored to be by your side.
I still can’t believe I am the girl,
Whom you want to share your life.

I love you today for certain.
Tomorrow I will love you more.
I know we will be together soon,
Which is something I adore.

You know, it takes some getting used to, when your life is changed. My life has changed a little, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just different. I guess this is what breaking up would feel like, except I would also be carring around a broken heart. Obviously, this is the better route. I feel in a way, alone. Which is strange because essentially everyone is alone, yet, I have never been alone by myself. (If that makes sense) I have always been so busy, but not at the same time. I used to dedicate every minute of my free time to Noel, which I am not complaining about in the least, and I never really realized how much free time I actually had. Now I wake up on a Sunday morning and not have anything to do…

There are, of course, the things I _need_ to do, but don’t ever want to get started doing. I need to clean out my bedroom once again. I really need to get rid of all the clothes I tell myself I am going to wear again, but honestly never will. I need to clean up our once-was-a-dining-room, which has now been converted into: stephane’s-room-to-do-with-what-she-likes. Right now is a mess. And the huge ladybug tent I bought last night that has positioned itself into the center of the room doesn’t help. (The tent is adorable mind you) I also need to finish “the basement”, which is well overdue for a makeover. But other than _that_, I have nothing else I _need_ to do. Again, it’s an odd feeling.

I am also thinking about getting a weekend, job. I think where I work has greatly impacted my loss of friends over the years. Not that I am not a cool person to hang around with, because I am! (Hahaha) I say that because most people become friends through work, or at least some people do, and my jobs are not exactly the “place to meet people”. My office job I am surrounded by people all over the age of 40 with kids at home, whom I remind them of, not exactly the water hole… And then my other job I am teaching kids aged 5-18, and hanging out with your teacher is not only against school policy, but it is also just weird. So in conclusion, I think that if I got a job somewhere ‘hip’, there is a chance that I could meet some people more around my age group. Which would be a good thing for me.

I really should think about taking down this ladybug tent, as cute as it is, it is taking up the entire ex-dining-room. i guess this is all the rambling I will do for now. Don’t worry though, there will never be an end to my rambling. check back in a couple weeks, days, maybe even in a couple hours, if you want to hear more about my boring and uninteresting life.

This has been a presentation of Paul Harvey News and Comment. Good Day!

(Stay tuned for Paul Harvey’s: The Rest of the Story coming up next!)

Bottom line… I need a hobby.

Here are some of the ideas I have come up with.

1) Learn to cook.
2) Take a cooking class so that I can learn to cook without burning things.
3) Take a scrapbooking class.
4) Line Dancing?
5) Re-learn piano.
6) Join a gym and actually attend it more than once a year.
7) Write a novel.
Write a childrens book.
9) Write: The Comfortable Girl.
10) Take up drinking.
11) Start sewing.
12) Start quilting.
13) Learn Spanish.
14) Make a movie.
15) Be in a movie.
16) Open my own Subway resturant.
17) Become a Nun.
18) Learn all the countries in the world, and thier capitals.
19) Become an expert in politics.
20) Take up painting.
21) Take an art class.
22) Pottery?
23) Scuba Diving?
24) Learn how to write in calligraphy.
25) Create towers of food and photograph them.

This is all for now…

If you have any input, or any suggestions, let me know. What would you choose?

Stephanie