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I learned today that as of Jan. 1st of next year, Subway will no longer be issuing or accepting the Subway Stamps. This is terrible news. I was a huge fan of the Sub Stamps, and to learn this news made me very sad. I am little bitter towards Subway at this moment. If you have been collecting the stamps, make sure you use them by Dec. 31st of this year.

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I came into work today to find a can of Mountain Dew on my desk. This is strange because neither me nor Austin drink Mountain Dew, in fact, we both despise it. I thought for a moment, and then asked aloud the question: Who has been sitting at my desk? Kathy told me that a man name “Dan” was in fact sitting at our desk on Tuesday. I then asked if this “Dan” liked mountain dew. Both Courtney and Kathy confirmed that “Dan” did in fact love mountain dew. Kathy then jokingly exclaimed: Who’s been Doing the Dew on my desk?? Which as of now became the title of this post. The old title had been: Subway Sucks! I thought the new title sounded more interesting, but feel free to judge it for yourself.

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I heard the song: What if God Was One of Us? on the radio today. I concluded that I haven’t heard that song for about 3 years now. Wow.

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I like it how if I don’t talk to Savanna at least once every other day she quickly assumes that I am most likely: dead, missing, or kidnapped. I have decided to take this as a good thing. If you are reading this, take a moment to think if YOU have anyone checking to see if YOU are alive every other day? I consider myself quite lucky.

I will be spending the weekend in New York with Noel and his family. Savanna, take note.

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So I shaved my legs this morning. This is a very common ritual for me, except today my legs feel like I shaved them with a kitchen knife instead of my razor and shave gel. They are burning right now, and I don’t understand what I did wrong!

On Tuesday Austin, Becky and I went to a pet store to get some gerbil food. I ended up getting (with the help of Austin’s wallet) a new cage for Cory. He seemed very unhappy in his wire cage. He is also too fat for his wheel, so I bought him another wheel as well. I chose to go with a 10-gallon tank for his new home. When we got it home I noticed that it had a huge crack down one of the sides. I was very upset. I now need to return the tank in exchange for a new, crackless one.

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Did you know that my little sister named her hamster Tapanga? How cute is that? Cory and Tapanga. Although, she usually calls her Pang, for short. Which is something that I myself would do, as many of you know, I am a big fan of the nicknames.

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Noel and I were watching Alias season 3 this past week when we came to the conclusion that we somehow skipped watching disk 4!!! We are hoping that by watching the remaining disk all of the questions we have aquired will be answered. It was a sad moment.

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Registration for winter semester is here. My time to register is tomorrow, and if I don’t get ALL the classes I am registering for, I will go insane. I will also be gone tomorrow, and am therefore leaving my registration in the hands of Austin. I hope he does well, for my sake. I hate how stressful registering can be!!!

I think that is it for today. I am now going to add pictures inbetween all of the little paragraphs to make my site pretty. It does need color, but for now, pictures will have to do.

Have a good weekend everyone!

what have i been up to?

well let’s see.

today was saturday. i did this:

1. got up and cleaned up a little bit.
2. took a shower.
3. ate half of a cold arby’s meal.
4. went to the scarecrow festival in downtown trenton.
5. found out that the bunny noel and i rescued from elizabeth park is actually named Max, and that about 5 months ago someone broke into his petting zoo barn and released all the animals. We have to take Max the bunny back to his real home tomorrow. I am a little sad about this.
6. went shopping with noel and bought some much needed “comforts”.
7. ate the most disgusting piece of pizza in the world at sabrarro in the mall. never again.
8. went to see: “team america, action force” or whatever it was called. the one with the puppets. it was so freaking funny, i haven’t laughed that much in a movie in a long time…
9. went to noels house and watched some alias season 1
10. went out to a late dinner at applebees with dave and jill and newly met joe (jill’s bf). our waitress was a little nuts, but nice.
11. went back to noel for more alias.
12. went into the hot tub to relax.
13. drove home.
14. talked to austin a little bit about getting rid of Max the bunny tomorrow.
15. yelled at austin for yelling at me for feeling bad about giving up the bunny that was never really rightfully mine to take.
16. realized that i have been neglecting my own bunny being so preoccupied with the new bunny.
17. gave phoeb lots of attention, and let her run around the living room.
18. five minutes later i returned phoebe to her gave due to the excessive amount of poo all over the floor.
19. sat down at the computer and began to update my website with the most pointless entry ever.
20. going to bed. good night.

I can now pull my hair back into a pony tail. One month ago I had determined that if my hair were an inch longer I would be able to pull it back. This means that my hair grows at a rate of one inch per month.

SO, in doing a little math, theoretically speaking, in 5 years my hair will have reached the ground. And when my hair has reached the ground, I can ride naked on my horse in the streets because my hair will be long enough to cover my body.

That is interesting…

You know what is pathetic? When you visit YOUR OWN website every so often to see if it has changed. Which it never does, because YOU are the one who is suppose to be updating it. I stare at the words I have written, comment on how ugly it looks, even though I can’t even seem to find a color scheme I like enough to apply it, and then I move onto someone else’s page to see if they have updated. They usually haven’t, and if they have it’s not even intersting. No offense, my website it never interesting either, it’s just like a place to vent out your anger, and something to do to fill the void in all of our lives…

Well enough of that. I have asked myself the question of why i have been avoiding this website as of lately. It’s more like i am waiting to “weed out” all the people who came to my site while i was in Japan. Not that I don’t like all of you, it is just that i am sorry to say that most of you will be disappointed. Okay all of you. My life in Japan compared to my life here is just plain boring. Well not boring to me, because it is my life, but COMPARED to the stories I shared with you from Japan, the stories I share with you now will not be nearly as interesting or entertaining. You get the “real” Stephanie, or at least as real as i choose to be online.

So now that THAT is out of the way, I will be getting back to my usual posts of insanity and crazyiness that is my life. For all 5 or you die hard fans, I post for you.

My big accomplishment on my website is located in the upper right hand corner of the page. It says “Links” and I have added some of my friends to that very corner. I am very proud of this, as I found it by myself. (Chris, I have yet to add you.) If there is anyone else out there who has a website and would like to be added, just let me know. If not, then most likely you will never see any NEW names added to that list.

I will be starting “The Comfortable Girl” very shortly. I guess I could add that to my links. I will do that after posting this. It will all be explained on that website http:www.thecomfortablegirl.com. Be sure to check that out in the next week or so, I really want to get to work on that little project.

If you haven’t visited Zach Braff’s (Stephanie’s future husband) website, you should go. Really, it’s worth the trip.

I have decided to lose some weight. Not like a TON of weight, but this little stomach I have been collecting over the past month NEEDS to leave. It’s not a problem with my self-esteem, its more a goal I would like to accomplish. (I had to say that or my Nana would run over and feed me a feast and a half to make sure I wasn’t dieting) Seriously though, it was getting to the point of grossness. It’s like you eat a little more at dinner one night, and then the next night you eat MORE than the night before, and then the next morning your stomach has accepted the new challenge and has buldged out accordingly. This is NOT acceptable. This will not go on. I have put myself on a diet. Not a REAL diet, for I could never do that, but a Stephanie diet. This is what I will eat today:

I stoped into Jersey Giant Subs on my way to work this afternoon. I told the lady I would like a half a sub. At this point she went into her speech about how it is MUCH cheaper to just go ahead and buy the whole sub. After the: “And it’s only a dollar and half less in price for the half sub, which isn’t worth the money really…” I caved in. I had assumed that I would eat a half of the half for lunch, and the remaining half of the half for dinner. (If you have not had a sub from Jersey Giant you would not understand this concept) Then after purchasing my whole sub and drink, I left thinking to myself that I will save the other 3 peices for meals some other time. For as every sub fan knows, a sub from Jersey Giant does keep quite well in the fridge. Okay Okay Okay. I also bought a bag of chips. I couldn’t help it. They were my favorite and they were staring up at me right by the register!!!! I wasn’t going to tell you. But there it is, and now my conscience is clear. So I get to my cube and I pull out the sub, as I had originally planned, AND I only ate 1/4th of the sub. I also only ate 4 chips. I then folded up the sub, placing it into the work fridge, and returning to my desk quite satisfied with myself. Now my stomach is raging mad, because he is used to getting a 1/2 of the sub, along with a full bag of chips and a cookie to boot. He is mad! But I told him “NO”. (I’m not crazy or anything, come on… everyone call’s their stomach something… right?)

I have also took to exercising. Once again, this is not REAL exercising, it’s more like Stephanie exercising. Last night I did 50 situps (Okay 20, but i plan on doing 50 today, my cat was crawling on me, and it wasn’t working out that well…) followed by a about an hour of running around the family room getting my adrenaline up so much that i was panting with in 10 minutes. But I ran more and more. I did everything you can do, I jumped back and forth punching the air, I did summer-saults back and forth, I danced like a mad person, then I did jumping jacks followed by a couple of laps up and down the basement stairs. A half hour (and a little crazier) later, I found in my house some of those neato weights that are like 5 pounds each. You can imagine how fun it was to run around the family room with those in my hands. Of course I punched the air with weights in my hands, I did some “weights-in-hands-jumping-jacks”, followed by, oh yes, running up and down the stairs with the weights. So the next time you are sitting at home watching TV late at night, think of me, crazily flopping, flipping, and running around my family room. Maybe I will make a video of it and put it online for you all to laugh at. Yeah Right! I would like to keep the 5 friends I have.

I got a hampster. I named him about 8 different names. First I thought he might be a male, so I thought of the names: Edwin, Jonny, Alex, Dean, and Pancake. Those didn’t quite fit. But then he did something that made me think he was female. The names: Libby, Fran, Waffle, Anna, and Tapanga came into mind. His name was offically Tapanga (And yes i DO like the TV show Boy Meets World) for a couple of minutes, until I realized that he must be a boy, for he was too crazy to be a girl named Tapanga. His name was therefore changed to the only name that was reasonable now, Cory. I will take a picture of Cory and post him online as soon as find the effort to find my camera and go through all steps of placing a picture on this website. He is adorable. I have never had a pet hampster. He likes running wheel marathons, those little pieces of corn in his mixed food bag, and country music.

This will be my last paragraph, I promise. I thought I should comment on the title of this entry. I am seriously addicted to Icee’s. Icee’s from the Burger King on West Road (The ONLY Icee’s worth it these days…). It is getting to the point where I might need a doctor to help with the addiction. Frozen coke is my nicotine. Get me that patch, quick! The machine thing? Oh, well that is self explanitory really. I just have felt a little machiny-like the past couple of weeks. I get up everyday and go one of two places. To work, or to school. I either sit in front of a professor, a computer, or a group of kids. I do the same thing week after week. I need to go to school, and I need to work, I just sometimes wish that maybe one week we could switch up the routine a little, you know? Maybe I could take the week off and go to school and work on the weekend. Or maybe my Calc class could take place in my cubicle. OR BETTER YET! I could get the kids at Sylvan to do MY homework, while sitting in my cubile at work! And I could just go to Australia for a week or so… sigh. Or not.

Well that is all the rambling I will indulge you with for today.

Have a good one!

I decided I would post to my website right after my little sister came up to me for the SECOND time tonight begging me to tie her up with an old shoelace that has been lying around the house forever. The first time I tied her arms together she walked around the house for about an hour trying to undo the knot. She eventually gave up and went to seek help from Austin, who ended up untying her. As I was once again tying her arms to her legs (you would have had to seen it to understand) I looked at the shoelace in wonder. This is the ugliest shoelace you have ever seen, it is like a mixture of all the ugliest colors on the planet, and it is big and thick and nasty. This is the same shoelace that she had been teasing the cat with for the past half hour and the same shoelace that apparently doesn’t belong to ANY SHOE in our house. As far as we are concerned, the shoelace was dropped off by someone. Or perhaps the shoelace was pulled off a visitor by our beastly cat Boots.

Yes, this has been my night. And yes, we did have a conversation trying to decide where the shoelace came from…

As I am writing this, my little sister has done two more things to make me laugh, and I feel I will share these two things with you. As I sat down at the computer she came over to me with a piece of paper, and on the piece of paper she had drawn a line down the middle in pencil. She told me to look at line. I stared for a moment at it, and then passed the piece of paper back to her. She looks me in the eye and annouces that she will make the line disappear. I laugh at the look of glee on her face and she disappears from my view. I turn back to the computer, just in time to hear a familiar sound from behind me at the kitchen table. I do not turn back around, for this will ruin the trick. Then the sound stops. She comes over to me and shows me the piece of paper. The paper, which still contains some eraser bits, doesn’t look that different. The line hasn’t entirely vanished, it is still there, just in a lighter shade of grey. I smile and say, as enthusiastically as i can, “WOW, that’s great Becky!” Her blue eyes of excitement turn into blue eyes of hate as her “Sarcastic” radar goes off, she glares at me, turns around, and storms off.

I still sit at the computer, holding the piece of paper that has just recently had a line erased - I mean DISAPPEARED - from it, when I notice a green box of sorts. I pick up the box, and it literally looks like a two story house inside it. Someone (Becky obviously) had turned it into a little house. I call her over and tell her to let Cory, my new hampster run around in it. She yells something and tells me that: “Poo” lives in the house. I look at her blankly, try to hide my laughter and ask her calmly: “Who lives in the house Becky?” “Poo” she replies. I tell her she is disturbing to me, and she needs to leave right away. She gives me a confused look and tells me she is going to get “Poo”. As she walks away I am starting to think of which therapists are nearby, because OBVIOUSLY she is going to need one soon. I hear her coming down the stairs, at this point I suck in air and prepare to hold my breathe and close my eyes. Her little hand is squeezed shut around something, and I find myself relieved at the fact that whatever “Poo” might be, at least he is solid. I lurch back as she opens her hand. She is holding an eraser. It is in the shape of a little man. I also notice that she has dressed the eraser man, apparently named Poo in a tiny shirt and pants made out of our kitchen napkins. I watch her place Poo into the little green house, she turns to me and says: “Isn’t he cute?” I tell her I have just one question (even though there are tons of questions that one could ask…) : “Why on Earth did you name him Poo?” She laughs and tells me that his name is Poo-T. Poot. Everyone who is reading this, say the name “Poot” outloud, I swear the “t” sound just disapeared when she said it. When I told her what I thought it’s name had been, she gave me the: “Why would you think that?” response. I just looked at her until she again walked away…

Joey is also amusing to me in his own strange way. He is my little brother. At 11:30pm tonight a TV show came on, Joey and Becky were both sitting in the family room watching the TV. From the television you hear things like: “Hey Greg, can you get this for me?” “Sure thing Dharma” “Did you tell Greg that the dishwasher is broke?” “Don’t ask Dharma that hunny, she is busy right now!” The show continues like this for a little while, until finally the theme song kicks on and shows us the name of the show. Joey, ALL OF THE SUDDEN in complete shock yells very loudly: “Oh man! this is Dharma and Greg isn’t it?????” Becky and I turn to each other, then we both look stunned at Joey, who looks at us and says one word: “What?!?”. I allow Becky to take this one. She looks at Joey and says: “Joey, where have you been? Of course the show was Dharma and Greg! Are you deaf?” (Just for the record, this is not what I would have chosen to throw at Joey, I would have chosen the sarcastic response, something along the lines of: “This isn’t Dharma and Greg Joey, it’s just a coinincidence that the main character’s names are Dharma and Greg, and that they look EXACTLY the same as the characters on the other show…”) But all the same, I commend Becky for her efforts, she did well.

That paragraph above was suppose to be the end of this email, except for Joey can’t seem to control his own body, so I feel I must add on one more story. First, some background. Our large TV is broke, it only works when you use the remote, and the remote has to be reprogrammed everytime you switch the batteries. My dad is the only one in the house that can reprogram the TV. Sometimes the batteries fall out of the remote, and if my dad is away, we end up watching channel 4 for about a week until Dad comes home to fix it for us. It is a sad story, but odly humerous at the moment. (The worst was when the batteries were knocked out the back, when it was stuck on the weather channel. We may have been television deprived that week, but we sure as heck knew what the weather was going to be…) Anyway, the TV is working now, and it has been for quite some time. As I write to you now, I can honestly tell you that Joey is in the family room throwing the remote up into the air and catching it in his hands. He has already dropped it TWICE. the first time I told him that he needed to find something else to toss, and he responded with a grunt. The second time it fell he got a mouthfull from Becky and I who were quite furious. I don’t think it is that hard to understand. When the TV is broke, and the remote is WORKING, DO NOT toss the remote into the air and try to catch it before it hits the floor, popping the batteries out. I tell him this. He tells me he will no longer toss the remote. I go back to my typing, Becky has gone up to bed, until I hear a: “SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!” coming from Joey’s direction. I look over to see him “SLAPPING” the remote against his hand!!! Apparently that is a better alternative to throwing it in the air. I let out a huge sigh, deciding to not even ask Joey why smacking the remote was better than tossing it into the air, and turned away from the disturbing image.

This is all I will write for tonight, I feel a cold coming on. Friends beware. This is serious, I have a sore throat, phlegm, and a raging headache, not a good combo. And I just sneezed. Damn.

Looks Ugly.

Something must be done about this. It needs some color. If you read this website still, tell me what color you would like to see. I was thinking three colors all together, something girly, but not TOO girly. Cute is the word. Here are some of my thoughts on colors I am pondering:

pink (light or dark, or perhaps something crazy, like magenta…)
turquiose (I do not feel like spell-checking here…)
some shade of blue, either dark or light…
mint green
light orange
blue green, but not as bright as turquoise
dark grey for the font?

hmmm. what to chose?