“Joseph Stalin will always have a special place in my heart.”

Hello, hello.

Today is the first day of the week I can kind of relax. I’ve finished in all of my major projects… with the exception of the Chem A project that I decided I will not be doing… so I thought I’d give you my opinion on this whole “Duct tape and plastic sheeting will save you” theory.
Ok. Here is it.
Duct tape and plastic sheeting will not save you.
Once they drop the bomb, we’re all gonna fuckin’ die anyway.
Ka-boom.

Duct tape and plastic sheeting might suffocate you faster in the event that there is some sort of deadly gas attack. You’ll eventually use up all of the good air if you’ve sealed off everything correctly and your bubble will fill up with carbon dioxide (or so the article on CNN.com has told me.. but its pretty obvious.) At least you’ll go to sleep quietly.. It's an excellent way to prevent life-giving oxygen from entering your home and, as a bonus, will probably stop the bugs too.

Duct tape won’t breathe and can possibly cause more harm than good (AKA: could kill you) but, here’s the exciting part:
Duct tape now comes in many fashionable patterns and colors! And this is really all that matters. Fashion over comfort people. (You might be dead, but you’d still be pretty.)
There’s Camo Tape to go with your army fatigues that you know you’ll be wearing when you sit in your plastic bubble next to your all American BB Gun just incase those damned terrorists decide to pop into your house in the middle of a well lit suburb.
For those who are more conservative and go for that classic look, there’s also silver and black.

But, Homeland Security swears by this duct tape/plastic sheeting method of protection.

Not convinced?
Still determined to live in America?
You might want to ask your local architect about designing a home like a level-three or level-four high-containment research facility.
Air tight artificial living, baby.

Of course, none this matters should a virus like smallpox be released in a public space.

You never know the direction that the invisible stuff is blowing through the wind…

Oh, and while we’re on the subject, the Terror threat level is back to yellow or ‘elevated’. So everyone needs to just chill out. Jeesh.

Quote of the day:
“If we ran for president, we wouldn’t win. But we should have.”
-- Me talking to Matt about how cool we are when I was kind of half asleep.

“Being Carrot Topped is worse than being Oprahed.”

There are no names in Operation D-Drop.

The leader of Operation D-Drop announced this statement tonight on America Online Instant Messenger:

"Operation D-Drop Commenced at approximately 10:23 pm on February 26, 2003. This is classified TOP SECRET. Further information will be disclosed at a later date. Thank you, that is all."

It has begun.

“Are you in touch with the Asian community?”

I’m complaining in this entry, so fucking deal with it.

I’m so sick of giving and giving and doing things for people only to be cast aside, forgotten, or… whatever. No one gives a shit about me except my parents, and sometimes I even wonder then.

I’m sick of being everyone’s fucking doormat.

I feel kinda better now.

Anyway, since none of you give a shit that I’m upset anyway… I’ll get on with my day.
It sucked.
The end.

Quote of the day:
None.

“Where are we from again?”

Happy Saturday.

Went to MacHomer today at the Scottsdale Center for the Arts. I wasn’t expecting much, but I was surprised at how well done it was. I thought it’d be some guy just trying to pull off Simpson impressions while reciting some Shakespeare lines, but he was good. Like… really good.. and the fact that he was pretty cute had nothing to do with it either.

Anyway, Amanda and I were sitting there before the show, and who ends up sitting behind us?
Ben Gray and his dad.
Great.
I tried to be nice. I did.
“Hi, how are you?” I asked Mr. Gray.
“Dad, this is Stefi.” Ben said in a most irritated manner. “She’s a little weird.”
Wow, he was holding back from lashing out at me. How nice of him.
“What, you haven’t told him any horror stories about me?” I asked Ben.
His dad leaned over towards him and whispered, “Am I supposed to keep quiet here?”
“Yea, dad.” Ben shook his head yes. “Just be quiet.”
Well then…

After the play Amanda, Ben Strauber, and I waited around SCA because we heard rumors that the cute MacHomer guy was gonna come out and talk to people.

The rumors were true and he came out.
“You were really good!” Amanda gushed.
“Good job.” I followed up as he walked past.
“Thanks.” He smiled back.
Amanda and I (dorks that we are) watched him walk off to talk to Mrs. Murphy-Tick, Mr. Bush, and some chick in a wheel chair.
“Maybe he’s single?” Amanda asked all hopefully as if the guy was gonna turn around and confess his love to us.
Almost exactly as she said that he said a really long goodbye to the girl in the wheel chair (as if she’s better than us just because she’s disabled.. He was overly nice to her.) and walked over to…
His wife and baby girl.
“Aughh” Amanda and I chimed in almost perfect unison.
There goes that fantasy.

After our disappointment, Ben, Amanda, and I (different order there, I’m trying to mix it up) walked around Old Town Scottsdale a little.
Actually, Amanda sat.
Ben and I walked.
I had my camera and we were bored so we started to mimic the tourists taking pictures of people by the street signs and stuff. I’ll post the pictures when I get them developed.
There was one instance where I wanted him to get on this statue of a creepy Indian on a horse, but, he refused. Its too bad too, because it would have been a good picture.

He also refused to pretend he was breaking into a car.
But I did get one of him hugging his dad as a stray cat ran by.
Oh yea, that one I got.

We also pretended to be from Nevada (where apparently they don’t have horses, Ben?) and took a picture with the horse and buggy guy on Brown and Main st.

My mom came pretty soon after that so she drove Amanda and I to PV Mall where we did the usual eat and walk thing. Only Amanda was sick so we cut it short.

I came home and instead of doing the HW I wanted to do, I watched Swingers.
Oops.
Chem will just have to wait.
You’re money, babes. I’ll write tomorrow.

Oh and hopefully this makes sense.. cuz I’m kind of out of it right now.

Quote of the day:
“Oh cool! Horses! We don’t have horses in Nevada! I’ve never seen a real live horse before!”
-- Ben Strauber while talking to the horse guy in Scottsdale

"I'm so upset... I really wanted to use that line..."

What the fuck is with everyone? People need to calm the fuck down.. or get more sleep or something. I swear to G0d.
If its not one thing, its another. Its getting me angry. Note the use of the word fuck twice there.
Well, technically three times now.

OK, anyway-
I feel a little better now.
But yes, the rest of my day.. it was ok. Nothing spectacular.

I actually showed my face at school today for a whole four hours! Four hours I know! That’s almost like a half day! Maybe one day this month, I can make it through an entire day? That is my goal.
I left early to get a shot so its not like I didn’t have a reason.

Chem was cool because we watched this movie where this guy talked about balls, rods, and fur. You had to be there… but, it was good. Brought me right back to seventh grade when the big deal was making sexual innuendos using those exact words. Ahh.. Remember the simple days?

After that I did nothing..
Went to dinner with my family and some of my dad’s clients. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The house was in the middle of nowhere though. We were surrounded by farmland. That was exciting. Smelled of horses. You just don’t get that in the city… Actually, it wasn’t that bad, it was off of Elliot and Greenfield.
Greenfield seems to be where that town ends though. You hit Greenfield and then… poof. Lights, buildings, everything disappears. I didn’t have to say much at dinner, which was good. I just answered the usual where do you go to school?, what’s your favorite subject?, what do you like to do? questions.

G0d, this entire week has been crap.
Seriously. This week needs to be over. I don’t understand what everyone’s deal is or why they hate me so much this week (except for Mandi and Janna who pretty much hate me all the time) but its getting on my nerves.

Hopefully I’ll have a good blog tomorrow. I'm just not in funny mode right now.

Quote of the day:
“IF He quits school, that ain’t none of my buisness.”
-- Random kid on the AIMS test that Sandberg showed us. The errors are all his.

“Hey, you asked.”

I’m sorry that its been so long, but once again, my life was playing out like a bad Lifetime for Women TV movie starring Tori Spelling. I realize that most of you would check my blog 20 times a day only to be devastated when I hadn’t written an entry…..

On Sunday, Amanda invited me over to her house for a little old fashioned sleep over.
I decided to accept the invite.

We stayed up all night. Did the girly thing. Had ice cream at 3 AM, went to bed at 5:30 AM. Got up at 7 AM so we could visit her horse, who is insane, and was running around so much that she ended up digging herself a trench. Then I went home and did nothing.

Tuesday sucked.

And come to think of it… so did Wednesday…
You see, Wednesday I had some womanly issues….
Only I didn’t know I had womanly issues…
Until it was too late.. like.. in 4th hour..
So, yea. I won’t go into detail.

Before that though, in English 3rd hour, we didn’t have a sub. This was very cool. I thought Daniel Thai was going to have a stroke. I really did.

A few people tried to take over as teacher (Laura and Katie Davids naturally.. ) but they failed miserably. No one wanted to do the Laura suggested Socratic seminar except for D.T. and when I suggested we watch the movie like Sandy said we would the previous day, Daniel Thai nearly threw a fit because of its gore content. I text messaged a little instead and then studied for a bit with Priya and Amy. Towards the end of class however, Laura finally couldn’t take it anymore and went out to get a teacher.
She came back with Mr. Benning.
“OK. Umm, well, Carry on.” He said waving his hand.
You should have seen the face on Laura when he did this.
“Yea, but.. We have stuff to do!” she tried talking him into making the class study.
She finally got him to give in and let her put the video on.
Daniel Thai had his back turned to the TV the entire time.

After the horrific events earlier this week, there was a lot of improvement today.
I had a Valley Teen Leadership get together. We toured all of Downtown Phoenix’s grand attractions from a Coach bus such as; “Arizona’s Largest Pawn Shop” on Indian School, which boasted in purple neon Spanish that it had real Rolex watches, and the Sunny Side Trailer park over on 9th. The highlight though was probably seeing the Airplane Terminal Grave Yard. Oh yes. Right across from St. Vincent de Paul is where TWA Airplane terminals go to die. You know, those aluminum hallways you walk down right before you get on the plane? Yep, a whole bunch of them were just lying in the designated TWA waste area. It was cool. I wanted to take one home and just for fun, keep it in my back yard. That might be illegal though.

Oh yea, we volunteered too.
We went to a bunch of places.. Um.. AZ school for the blind… (Where I was hoping to see some sort of homage to Helen Keller.. but didn’t. It would have been cool if they had like, a look-a-like of her or something as their mascot. But then again, who’d see it? Ah… ) Fed people at St. Vincent de Paul, toured the Salvation Army, went to an AIDS clinic called Body Positive, and then helped to build a play ground for inner city kinder. It was a long day..

What else.. what else? Oh yea, the highlight of my day was when we were eating our catered lunch in a closed off area of the food bank (such a joke) and I was sitting with this kid Glen and some other girl who I will call Sarah because I don’t actually know her name, and Andy (guy who’s cute (looks like Jess from Gilmore Girls) if you pretend he’s not wearing nail polish) came over (I usually eat lunch with him) and he was like “Hey… why didn’t you sit with me today?” and then he sat down and talked to me. This made up for not meeting the next Helen Keller at the AZ blind school.

Also while there I had the strangest urge to sing the song Three Blind Mice and wave to a blind teacher. I didn’t do either. Wanted to..
But I controlled myself.

At the AIDS thing, there was this guy Bishop who ran their medication department and he was talking about how before he ran it he used to be an exotic dancer.
I knew he was gay walking in, but this I did not expect.
This kid I was standing with, Adam, and I laughed. We thought he was joking.
“Yea.. I made more money dancing but this is more gratifying.” We stopped laughing and looked at each other. “And at least here I get to use my real name.”
“What was your stage name?” I asked him.
“Justin.” He grinned. “But my real name is Bishop.”
Oh yea, cuz that’s better… I thought.
“Wait… so you were really a dancer?”
“Yea..” ‘Justin’ eyed the two of us, “What, did you think I was joking?”
He followed this up with a hand flip and a laugh as he twirled around to go back to his office.
Later he talked to us about how, despite how he hated being a dancer, at the same time he “craved being in the exotic spotlight.”
I wonder if Mr. Bush is looking for a new love interest?

Quote of the day, week.. thing:
“Squish Squish Squish”
-- Matt being disgusting

“Can I read what you're typing?"

Hi guys... I know its been a long time.. but I haven't really been in the mood to post and I figured, if I'm not in the mood then chances are whatever I wrote would be really bad and not at all entertaining in any shape or form.

The week itself was nothing to sneeze, cough, gag, or smirk at. Valentine’s day was a bust. I got stuff from a few people, but the good stuff came from my parents and Amanda. School was a half-day and so I went out to lunch with my mom and then went to visit my cousins Diego and Mateo.
I have no significant other to share this Hallmark created holiday with, so I shared it with Amanda and my sister while my parents went out to dinner. If you honestly care all that much to know minor details of the conversation, go ahead and visit her blog.
Go, now. Stop reading this and click the link at the top of my site that says “Amanda”.

After that I was in a mood and went to bed early.

Today I did next to nothing.
I was up at nine a.m. against my will.
I just woke up and then couldn’t get back to sleep.
I was actually kind of happy about getting up early, it was a change from sleeping in until two p.m. on the weekends.

Around three p.m. I was notified that my dad’s old friend Chuck was coming over for dinner. The thing with Chuck though is that he doesn’t like to drive at night… so he’s spending the night.
That’s right. Spending the night.
The Sparer Family is having its very own slumber party.

“Are you kidding?” I asked my father.
“No.. Come on! It’ll be fun.” He tried to enthuse me, “Maybe we can play a board game or something?”
“Oh yea..” I said to him, “and then maybe after that we can play Truth or Dare and braid each other’s hair!”
He wasn’t quite fond of my sarcasm, but when is he ever?
“That was good!” I said to him, “Give me some credit… a laugh.. a ha-ha.. come on.. anything…”
“You sound more and more like your mother every day.” He shook his head and turned away from me.

Later however, my dad told me to keep the curling iron out.
It rained in Arizona for three straight days and my dad shows signs of a sense of humor.
My world is askew.

Chuck is here.. and he’s kind of weird… he has a method for everything.. everything can be fixed or made better by putting it in the microwave, and in his world, white vinegar goes with every food group.

He also refuses.
REFUSES to watch Fight Club.

“Its too gory.”

He’s never even seen it.. so my mom and I are gonna watch it while my dad does something with Chuck. I dunno what they’re gonna do, but its his friend. He can entertain him.

Quote of the day:
Stefi: “Oh wow… was that..was that wit I heard? It’s a miracle. Those are special powers, Daddy, and with great power comes great responsibility-”
Daddy: “Oh, shut up!”
-- the conversation I had with my father after he used the curling iron line.

“Ur Stupid."
Ok apparently, Mr. Car Man (Matty) is like... all offended by the fact that I called a thunderbird cute and stuff.
I'm not gonna relay everything he said in the IM, I'll just post it on here.
Matt: ok
Matt: quick note
Stefi: not if you're dissing me
Stefi: lol
Matt: when u say t-bird in ur blog
Stefi: shut up
Stefi: don't read it
Matt: u mean thunderbird
Stefi: I can't hear you
Stefi: la lalalala
Matt: and they dont make convertible thunderbirds
Stefi: laalalala
Stefi: alalala
Stefi: alala
Stefi: actually
Stefi: they did
Matt: and actually
Stefi: lol
Matt: not anymore they dont
Stefi: back in the day they did
Stefi: so its all good
Stefi: ha
Stefi: lol
Matt: ur stupi
Matt: dlol
Matt: *stupid
Matt: a cute little sports car?
Matt: ok
Stefi: shut up
Matt: first of all
Matt: lol
Stefi: I can't hear you
Stefi: lalalalalala
Matt: thunderbirds
Stefi: alalala
Matt: are not cute
Stefi: alalala
Stefi: alala
Stefi: alala
Stefi: alallalalala
Matt: or little
Matt: in fact
Matt: they are boats
Matt: huge
Matt: and really
Stefi: fine, I'll reblog
Matt: i wouldnt even consider them a sports car
Matt: no
Matt: u dont have to
Matt: but
Matt: i wanted u to know the error of ur ways
Matt: lol
Stefi: no
Stefi: no
Stefi: now I'm reblogging
Stefi: you've moved me enough
Stefi: with your speech
Stefi: to make me reblog
Matt: lol
Matt: no
Stefi: yea
Matt: dont reblog
Stefi: shut up
Matt: just
Stefi: I'm reblogging
Stefi: no
Matt: make a footnote
Stefi: I am
Stefi: ok, actually yea I'm gonna do a footnote
Stefi: lol
Matt: lol
Matt: ok

“If I was an apple, I’d want to be peeled before I was eaten.”

Yea, so, today I read this article (ok… skimmed..) about how you shouldn’t buy SUVs because they use more gas and every time you buy gas you’re helping to fund terrorist organizations.
This group was even going to start advertising this in television commercials with a woman filling up her mini van while she says nonchalantly, “I helped to hijack a plane.” Yea, that’s great.
It doesn’t end there. It gets better.
Now they’re starting a campaign called “What Would Jesus Drive?”
Ben would get a kick out of this.
Yes, they’re saying JESUS would NEVER dare drive a sports utility vehicle.
Jesus.. I can just imagine him driving an escalade.. his little open toed sandals… wrap around Matrix style shades… wind in his hair... singing along to country music.
Actually, I think Jesus would be more of a convertible kind a guy.. some bright red T-bird. Something sporty.. don’t you think Jesus would have a cute little sports car?
So maybe these people are right… Maybe Jesus wouldn’t drive an SUV.

Ahhh… anywho. My rant of the day…

I went back to school today…
Jaime was back in math so I was able to make fun of her in my head.
She was reading some English paper she wrote out loud (apparently, she impressed herself with her writing) and she was complaining how she needed a thesis statement so some of the other kids were trying to help her.
It took three kids to come up with this;
“In the paragraph above I just told you why we need a strong structure like that in society.”
That was just…. Yea wow is all I can say.
I mean, that’s so bad you don’t even have to know what the essay is about. It can end right there.

Chem was painless.

Registered for classes in English.
“Feeling better?” Ms. Sandberg asked me.
“Hah.. ah, I wasn’t sick…” I said taking a seat next to her at the table.
“You weren’t? So what were you doing?”
“Finishing my essay…”
She gave me this look like “Excuse me, Girlfriend?” I guess not a lot of her students admit things like they took the day off to finish their research paper.
But I explained what happened and hopefully she’s not too entirely mad. Its not like I didn’t do it. I did, but then I lost it.
Oh, and she’s like “A simple phone call from your mom to let me know what’s going on would have been ok.”
I stressed so much and all my mom had to do was call her?
Do you know what Moline would have said to me last year? I think it’d go something like “Shove it. We all have problems. Take a number.”
Yea, Moline wasn’t too fond of me… now if it had been Carson… then that would have been an entirely different story.

In World History I took a test on WWI that I didn’t study for. Its not like I guessed any more on this test than I usually do. They are so hard. She asks things like “What four items were in every C ration box that was given to a member of the 101st division during WWI?”
Yea, how the hell should I know?
Here’s what I know about WWI;
Its over.

No, I’m not stupid, I know more than that…
Like, I know that America came in at the very last possible moment..
Because the US lives its life in a cavalry movie…
“You should enter the war to help us win!” the French advised us.
“Oh yea?” Wilson looks to his secretary and then back at the uptight French dude, “Well… I’m not gonna. How do you like them apples?”

Then, we’re threatened and suddenly, Oh OH NOW we have to enter the war. American’s aren’t gonna take this German submarine crap.

The allied nations are all out there with trench warfare, gas masked, throwing grenades and all of the sudden those trumpets start and a bunch of cowboys enter the scene and the English are like “Bloody hell, where have you been?” and Davy Crockett steps down from his horse to survey the area and as he spits tobacco on the ground and takes a sip of his whiskey says “Eatin’ Breakfast.” Americans are so lazy.

During lunch, Mandi and Janna came over to Andrew to talk to him privately.

So Amanda and I spied on them.
We could only hear Andrew, Janna on occasion, and anytime they laughed..
But its ok because Andrew told us what happened anyway.
Boring really.

In Spanish, we had about three minutes left, so of course all the freshmen were lined up at the door while the sophomores sat there talking.
This one girl stands there every day and lets the door swing back and forth and no matter how many times this sophomore guy (didn’t get his name) asked her to stop, she would look at him and then do it again.
It was annoying even me.
“Ok you need to stop right now.” I said to her in the nicest voice I could muster up.
She looked at me and did it again. “Yea, seriously. You need to stop right now.”
I held her stare to let her know I meant business.

She brought the door to a close quietly.
The four sophomores congratulated me. All felt the need to high five me.
“That was great.” Nick Harris said, “You were like, holding back the anger. That was so cool.”

So all the freshman hate me now cuz I’m not ‘Fun Sophomore Girl’ and I’m more like… ‘Annoying older sister’.. but hey, who needs ‘em?

And in drama Mr. Bush was Mr. Bush… with a southern accent.
We’re doing dialect in class.

Conversation at dinner turned to me this evening..
“You go to bed too late.” My father started off.
Instantly “Love Shack” by the B52s started to play in my head. I knew my dad was in for the long haul with this argument and this was the first song I could think of that I could sing over and over in my head as he went off.

You see, apparently because I napped this afternoon (its not exactly the first time I’ve napped in my lifetime I don’t know what the big deal is), my father believes that this means my classes are too hard and Valley Teen Leadership is too much for me to handle. It was kind of hard to hear him over the party that was going on in my head, but he did his best. He kept trying to get my mom to agree with him on terms, but my mother, who’s a night owl like me, would only defend me (whew). Anyway, I think my new ‘bed time’ is 9:30 PM if I heard him right, but we all know that isn’t happening. Knock a little louder, sugar…
And then, maybe in a perfect world on the weekends, you can take me and The Beave fishin’! Aww could ya, Father? Please? Mother won’t mind! We’ll bring Lassie with!
Oh oops, wrong show. Lassie had her own thang going on.

Quote of the day:
Ben Strauber: “Yea, I mean.. I don’t like you like that..”
Katie Davids: “Hah.. yea, me either! I don’t like you like that either!”
Stefi: “OK.. the fact that you’re both talking about it means you’re both in denial. You know this right?”
-- Ben and Katie pretending not to like each other at lunch (this is taking place after she asked him to do something with her this weekend).


Alternate quote of the day:
Stefi: Quick, say something I can use as a title for my blog.
Matt: If I was an apple, I’d want to be peeled before I was eaten.
Stefi: That's it? lol
Matt: You know what
Stefi: I'm kidding
Matt: I’d hope so with that hairstyle you had going today…oo What now, bee yatch?
Stefi: ok, now you're just striking where you know it hurts the most
Stefi: shut up.
-- Matt online

“This never would have happened to Katie Davids!”

Sunday night was going great..
After almost an entire weekend of just working my essay, I had finished it and I was having a grand old time just sitting back, talking to Matty as usual, and snickering at others (I won’t name names.. coughSHELBYANDANGELAcough) who had away messages up that said things like “Can’t talk, doing my essay!” or “Only 6 more pages to go! Call me if you need me!” (Always with the exclamation points, what’s up with that?) while I looked up sites like http://www.eecs.harvard.edu/~yaz/en/squirrel_fishing.html (poor squirrels) and www.wheresgeorge.com.

Then, disaster struck at approximately 11 PM.

I had left my essay up on my computer because the only thing I had left to do was alphabetize my works cited. All was good.
Until, somehow, someway, Max (my computer) performed an illegal operation.

I couldn’t breathe.
All I could do was type “FUCK” into Matt’s IM.
“What?” his IM flashed back

“OH FUCK NO!” I shouted at my computer. “FUCK NO!” (My mom was in the back of the house so I didn’t have to worry about her coming in to say something like “What did you just say?”)

“OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG” I typed into Matt’s IM.
“My essay…. Its gone.”
What more could he say but “I’m sorry :(”

My nine page essay (yea, I know.. long.. ), after a partial recovery from my computer, was now four pages.
I was back to where I was Saturday afternoon.

It was now 11 at night.
Sunday.
I was tired.
I had worked a lot on this.
I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, throw up, smash my computer in, or throw a fit.

I decided to start with throwing a fit. It was the most convenient.
It was a lot of me saying things like “FUCKING HELL!” and “YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” and flicking my computer monitor.

After that I honestly felt ill. I felt like I was going to throw right the hell up.
My essay.
My essay was gone.
Gone.

At this point, I forgot I was talking to anyone on AIM and my mother was in the room now.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do! I don’t know what I’m gonna do….. Oh my g0d…”

I was so upset I was in tears now. I felt so sick to my stomach.
I’m such a dork. Typical student Bob probably wouldn’t have cared but I felt like I was going to die.
I was in such a state I couldn’t even begin to concentrate on the essay I needed to rewrite.
“I’m gonna be up all night. I have to finish this. Oh my g0d.”

Matt was trying to calm me down, my mother was trying to calm me down, but I was so worked up over this.

My mom told me to take a ten minute break to get away from the computer so I went into my room, put a Green Day CD (Dookie) into my walk man and just sat there in the center of my room. It helped to calm me down a little bit. I still felt sick.

It was now practically midnight. I had wasted time carrying on about how I didn’t have time to finish the essay now, brilliance that I am.

I sat back down at the computer to begin the task of rewriting my research paper.
I wrote about two paragraphs with my head in a daze and the words just started to blur together. I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t start all over.

I walked over to my mom and hugged her. This was traumatic for me.
“I can’t do it anymore.” I told her.
“Why don’t you go to sleep and finish it in the morning?” She suggested.

I really, really didn’t want to do that, but I didn’t think I had another choice. I could barely see straight I was so overwrought about this, so I agreed.
I’m kinda glad I did too because when I woke up at 7 this morning to finish the essay, I realized that the two paragraphs I wrote last night barely made sense. I wrote the same sentence like, three times and I was writing words twice in a row or half of sentences and then stopping..

Last night was horrible though. I barely slept. I kept having all of these dreams that Sandberg was coming over to my house to ask for the essay and I kept telling her I didn’t have it, but that I would and not to worry. I also had this dream that Matt came over and asked me if I had any socks and so I was looking for socks for him and then Ms. Sandberg was suddenly there and she said, “Why don’t you look for the essay first?”

I worked my ass off this morning to get the essay done by 10:30 AM (The designated due time I set for myself) I was going to go to school after that, but my mom said I could just stay home. I didn’t argue……

And that was my day…

In other news not related to me really at all,
The Dell Dude was arrested for buying marijuana.
I wonder how many lame jokes we can get out of that one?
Poor Steve the slacker…

Quote of the day:
“Who’s this ‘Katie Davids?’”
“Mommy, I can’t even begin to explain her.”
-- My mother after I told her that Katie Davids never would have lost her essay

“Life is like a tampon commercial.”

Yesterday was Friday.

I went to school until 9:30 AM and then hauled over to Glendale’s Midwestern University for the VTL Meeting.

School was actually pretty good for the whole two hours I was there.
We took a 7 question quiz in math and then we all sat around as usual. Jaime wasn’t there and I actually missed her rambling banter about her boyfriend. The room was so quiet without her.

Chem was great.
Amanda and I went to the back of the room to the fume hood to get our copper only to realize that the entire thing had oxidized. Andrew was back there too, upset that his copper oxidized as well, and he started messing with somebody else’s copper that still had water in it when it spilled all over.

“Oh Shit!” He jumped back.
“Oh wow… I can’t believe you just did that.” I shook my head at him
“Shhh..” he put the copper back where he found it. “Don’t say anything.”
Amanda and I couldn’t help laughing though. At the time, it was funny.
Me, being the quote whore that I am, wrote what happened on an index card for Andrew and stuck it into my notebook to give to him later, but it must have fallen out.
While sitting back at our desks, Rosie picked something off the floor, “Andrew?” she was holding up a pink 3 by 5. “Is this yours?”
Amanda and I both looked at each other as Rosie walked over to Andrew’s desk with the card.
“Andrew, this is why we don’t use language like that.” she handed it back to him.
“What did it say, Ma’am?” Daniel Thai, the inquisitive soul that he is, asked.
Rosie didn’t answer him.
“It said ‘surprise, excrement.’” Andrew said.
“Ahh… oh.” Daniel Thai turned back around into his seat.
Good times…

While sitting at my desk in Chem, I all of the sudden remembered that I had received a letter on Tuesday that Rosie wouldn’t let me open in class. I figured that I could probably open it now…
Turns out it was a letter saying I was accepted into peer mediation! Yay for me! I’m really happy. I was actually kinda worried I wouldn't get in..

After a short announcement from Smokey the Bear to remind us that only you can prevent hallway fires, I was off to grab my stuff and leave for my Valley Teen Leadership meeting.

Except that while walking in the smoke scented hallway with Andrew and Amanda, a stoner boy in a beanie bombarded us.
“Hey dude! Congratulations on setting all those fires! Let me shake your hand.” He shook Andrews hand. “Dude, I’m gonna hook you up with a life time of LSD!” and with that he walked away.
“Well, that was interesting…” I observed as we walked towards my locker.
(Andrew didn’t set the fires by the way)

I grabbed my stuff at Josh (what I named my locker), said good-bye to my minions, and off I went.

I arrived to the meeting late (I stayed at school just long enough to finish the copper lab) and thankfully, so did my friend Irene. I felt a lot better going in with her than I would have alone. She’s a family friend of ours and also a teen board member of VTL.

I wasn’t that late to the meeting actually. It started at 8:30 AM and I was there by 10 AM. Plus, the director of VTL gave me permission to be late to this meeting, so I was ok.

The meeting wasn’t terrible. It was all the stuff I like to learn about.. Psychology stuff. A professor/ psychologist came in to give a lecture on human behaviors. I really enjoy Valley Teen Leadership. I’m glad I’m in it.

After the meeting, I went home for a bit, talked to Matt, napped, and then met up with Andrew and Amanda at Desert Ridge for our usual Friday night out. We decided not to see a movie though because nothing was really playing. I dunno about you guys, but I’m not about to see Biker Boyz.

We walked around and went out to dinner at the California Pizza Kitchen.
Amanda amused us with her fake anger and then left a five dollar tip for the waitress when the bill only came to about 20 bucks. I guess the waitress deserved it though since she brought Andrew about 12 Sierra Mists.

After dinner, Amanda wanted a smoothie so we went to whatever smoothie place is at DR when I saw none other than Ugly Mall Guy. I see this kid all the time and its always at a mall…. Except for the one time I saw him at the battle of the bands at school last year.. Anyway, the story with him is that one day he and his friend came over to hit on me and my friend Heather. And ever since then, he’s been pretty much everywhere.

I was standing there with Amanda and Andrew when I saw him just looking at me. So I gave him a face to say “What’s your problem?” and then stood closer to Andrew.

That guy scares me.

Amanda’s mom came soon after that and after talking with her for a bit, we watched her get out of the car to let Amanda drive the Escalade.
Now, I don’t drive… I don’t even have my permit yet..
Amanda on the other hand, has a driving instructor.. (and what teenage girl shouldn’t?)
Yet, she still can’t get herself out of a parking space.
We stood in the parking lot at Desert Ridge watching her try to ease her way out while her mother screamed “Help me!” out the passenger window. It didn’t help that a truck was waiting for the spot too.
“You might want to hurry.” I told Amanda.
“Shut up! I’m trying!” she called through the window.
“SAVE ME!” Mrs. Carungi yelled.

Finally, after an hour and a half (or so it seemed…..), Amanda was able to pull out of the space. I think I’ll wait a while before I drive anywhere with her though.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We went home pretty early for us.

Saturday I worked on my research paper for Sandberg and slept.
Sleep is so good. I don’t get enough of it.

I’m gonna go watch a movie with my mom now.

Quote of the day:
“If you need me, I’ll be in my giving tree.”
-- Andrew while doing his Michael Jackson impression.

Oh! And I put up the graphics Matty Mac and I made so if you care to see them, click on the link at the top of this page that says “graphics”. While you’re at the top of the page, leave a comment as well.

Have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow you guys.

"What's your favorite musical?”

Oh.. what a couple of days…

Tuesday was boring, so I’m gonna skip over that entire day.
Wednesday, I walked into math to find my teacher wearing cheetah print shoes with cheetah print pants and of course, the ever looming giant ass cross was bling blingin’ around her neck. I mean, that thing is not just some little cross trinket. That’d be fine, but this thing.. its massive. MASSIVE. I love it. I’d totally wear one of those if I were the proper denomination. I’ll surely miss her during the summer. She puts together the most interesting outfits.

I wasn’t paying attention in math though, I was too busy thinking about what kind of person you have to be to own cheetah print pants and cheetah print shoes when….
I saw it.

No, not her cleavage thank G0d… we wouldn’t want another Rosie incident.. but a great big picture of….
The Pope.

It was hanging right above her desk next to a picture of her son.
How long had that been there for? Why hadn’t I seen it before?
It made my day. It really did.

Oh wait, no, what made my day is Sandberg telling me had a little looksie at my blog and guess what? She doesn’t hate me! Woo! All that worrying for nothing.

Oh yea, she wanted me to blog what Thomas had said to her during class so that there was record of it;
“I’ll send you viruses in your e-mail….”
If anything happens to Sandy’s computer we can pin Thomas now.

I told Andrew at lunch about the blog incident and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Wait.. Sandberg.. wait… your blog?”
“Mmmhmmm.. I bet she went to yours too…”
“Oh G0d..”
It’s funny to watch Andrew freak out.

Now that Sandberg reads my blog though, I'm worried about my grammar and stuff... I'm worried she's gonna read this and think to herself something like.. "That should be whom.. not who..." or "What's with all the periods? She uses so many. One is enough!"
I do use a lot of periods... I know there's a name for that.. I'll ask Sandberg what they're called tomorrow.. Or maybe if she reads my blog tonight she can post what they're called on the comment board...


Thursday
My math teacher was dressed more conservatively today much to my disappointment, but I did get to listen to this girl Jaime go off about her boyfriend (Matt George).
This girl is totally obsessed with her boyfriend.
Ya know that game the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon?
She kinda does that with her boyfriend.

Ex:
This girl started saying how she was driving to work yesterday when Jaime interrupted with; (now imagine a blonde ditz talking really, really fast while you read this)
“Oh MiG0d, like so yesterday I was driving with Matt right? And like, we were going to our place, Village Inn ::giggles:: Yea, and like we were listening to music and I was singing and like, he told me I had a bad voice! I was like Oh MiG0d! ::giggles:: Matt is so funny. And then, like, yesterday, I didn’t get home until like, 9:30 PM because I was working. Oh MiG0d.. I didn’t even get to call Matt until like, 10. I should write Matt, I haven’t written him in like, two days. But then again Matt hasn’t written me.. I guess I’ll write him anyway.”

She can somehow relate EVERYTHING to her boyfriend.
Math tests.
Dogs.
Nelly.
Eminem.

I think I know more about Matt George now than I know about myself.
I feel kinda like I’m dating Matt George too.
Except, I have no idea who this kid is.
But I feel like I know him. I think Matt George and I have a connection.
I wonder if he knows how his girlfriend is?
He probably wouldn’t care because she's a Britney Spears doppelganger.

Chem was cool because we were listening to Avril Lavigne and everyone was singing.. so it wasn’t just Amanda and me today giving it our all. (Side note: Rosie likes the song Sk8r Boi) We helped Andrew with his lab since Omaya was absent today and Amanda and I were done with about 25 minutes of class left over. I thought we might as well help the less fortunate. Plus, those goggles are really nifty..

I’ll give you the quick version of the rest of the day:

Took a test in English and in World History.
Typed something for Andrew during lunch.
Listened to my teacher talk about her daughter in Spanish class and then did the usual nothing during Drama.

Tomorrow I just remembered I have a VTL meeting.. damn... I'll have to miss the last half of the school day for that..
And this weekend I plan on putting up the graphics Matty and I made (Really Matt. I mean it this time.. I'll do it.) so look forward to that.

I think I’ll go nap now…
I hope this blog makes sense.. I’m so tired, it might not…

Quote of the day:
Amanda: “Oh guess what happened yesterday in choir?”
Stefi: “You finally hit the right note?”
-- Me to Amanda because she always makes fun of me when I sing.

“Heh…. Chris Elliot. That guy cracks me up.”

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down…
Actually, that’s not true. That’s just a Carpenter’s song.
I like rainy days… and today was a good day…. But that song was stuck in my head.

So how was everyone’s Monday? Good I hope.

Not much happened today, but the day had a nice vibe to it.

I’m so perky right now, yet I have nothing to write..
Consider yourself lucky that you don’t have to read a long ass blog tonight.

Quote of the day:
“The first rule of being a player is not to act like a player.”
-- random white guy I overheard on my way to Chem class.


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Let's begin.

Friday was ok.
Nothing really happened at school.
I stayed to help Ms. Sandberg afterwards and that was fun because we didn't have a lot to do so we basically cleaned some desks, made some name tags and then sat around talking. She said we should help every Friday. She likes to hear the gossip.

Turns out that Josh kid is leaving.
He's transferring to Pinnacle. It seemed that even Sandberg was a little pleased..
He didn’t even say goodbye to Janna or Mandi from what I heard. What a jerk. Those two did everything in their power to make him feel liked and comfortable and he totally blew them off.

At least we won’t have as much negative energy floating around NCHS anymore.

Friday night I did the whole Desert Ridge movie night thing. The usual. Andrew, Lindsey, and I saw The Guru. It was pretty good. After the movie we went to California Pizza Kitchen and I spent all of my money on that instead of Starbucks.

After Lindsey left, Andrew and I walked around Desert Ridge for a bit despite the fact that it was already 11 PM (an hour past curfew). I was a little hyper due to the soda I had earlier (I don’t get it, I can have coffee and tea and be fine, but give me soda and I freak out). Anyway, so I couldn’t stop laughing at G0d knows what. I don’t even remember. Something I said. I made myself laugh and as I’m laughing I hear “Excuse me? Miss?” and I nearly died because I thought it was an officer coming over to fine us for being out past 10, but it wasn’t. It was just a drunk woman. Imagine my relief. She wanted me to take a picture of her and her drunk friends. They were so out of it. This one guy was trying to hit on me and one guy was feeling up all of his friends.. It was weird to stand there sober watching them.

We decided to call our parents after we said good-bye to the drunk people. While standing there yet another drunk girl came toddling over pulling her sober boyfriend along with her.
“Weeeeeeeeee Whoooooooooo!” She laughed as she left him and started to pet the grass. “Pretty grass!” she called out her boyfriend who was now ignoring the woman and walking away.
“Power walking! We’re gonna power walk! Woo! Woo!” The girl started to walk like Oprah during her “I’m gonna be thin” days behind her boyfriend. She was actually doing pretty well despite the fact that she was drunk and in heels.

Not moments later my mother came and swept me back home.
Saturday I didn’t really do much at all. I worked on homework, went out and aboot for a bit in the afternoon, and then went over to Amanda’s to watch Fight Club, the best movie in the entire world.

My mom always gets lost on the way to Amanda’s house.
“This isn’t right..” She turned onto Caterbury.
“I’m calling Amanda.” I grabbed for my cell phone.
“No. No.. don’t. I’ll find it.”
“I’ll call Amanda.”
“Don’t call Amanda. I’ll find it.”
We then continued to drive for another 10 minutes without finding her house. Oh, excuse me, not house, manor.
She only got a little mad and swore only twice.
She then made me vow never to go over to Amanda’s house again.
I said “Fine, take away all my friends.”
“OK, fine.” She gave in. “Call Amanda.”

Amanda helped us get to her house and all was well again.
My mother now knows her way and I’m allowed to go over.

During the movie Josh Bjarko called for the 8th time that evening, but Amanda didn’t feel like talking to him so I answered the phone as her.
“Hey.” I said in my best Amanda tone.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Josh asked.
“Oh… Just sitting here with Stefi watching Fight Club. What’s up?”
“Not much, but guess what?” Josh had news.
“What?”
“Lauren broke up with her boyfriend.”
I wracked my mind for any information on Lauren.
· Amanda’s Flagstaff friend
· Had a thing for Josh
This is all I knew.
“No way!” I said because… I thought maybe Amanda would say that too.
“Yea, and guess what else?” He still didn’t know I wasn’t Amanda.
“What?” I asked.
“She was with him before and after winter break.”
“Oh my G0d! Hold on!”
I covered the microphone of the Nokia.
“Amanda… what’s the significance of Lauren being with her boyfriend during winter break and after winter break?”
She smiled “No way (She said no way. I’m good.)…. She was hitting on Josh all of that time…”
“Thanks.”
I picked up the phone again.
“She was hitting on you all that time? I can’t believe that!”
“Wait…” Josh was confused, “Where’s Amanda?” Josh asked.
“Dammit.”

But for a whole 30 seconds, we had him.

After the movie we called Andrew to bug him and then I went home.

That was my Saturday.

Sunday, which is still in progression, has been pretty boring.
My mother woke me up at 10 AM by opening my blinds, pulling the covers off of me, and tickling me until I stumbled out of bed, half asleep, for brunch with my family.

And now, here I am, procrastinating…
I don’t feel like doing the massive amount of HW I have..
Ahh….

Quote of the weekend:
Jacob: “Stephanie?”
Stefi: “Jacob! Jenna! Hi! Gotta go!”
Jenna: “Where are you off to?”
Stefi: “I’m late. I have to meet my friends.”
Jenna: “You go out? Wait, you have friends?”
Stefi: “I know. The entire family is as surprised as you are. See ya!”
-- The conversation I had with my cousins Friday night when they saw me at Desert Ridge as I was running late… as usual.