"We have colors and everything!"

Things and such that happened in 2004 (in no particular order that may relate to me or not):

1. I got my braces off. And its awesome. I forgot what not having stuff stuck in your teeth was like. And now I almost look my actual age!
2. I declared my love for Jason Bateman. Jason, I love you.
3. My hair? Twice as long as it was last year. Yah.
4. Started the Graduation movie.
5. Deleted the Graduation movie.
6. Made some serious choices for once. What the heck!?!
7. I conducted an elaborate study that ended with the result (which, was also my hypothesis) that, like Brianna, I really don’t like [most] people.
8. I got into writer’s circle.
9. I acquired a car.
10. If I were so inclined, I could start a revolution.
11. Teachers fear me.
12. And some students.
13. People will believe you when you say Hilary Duff came to their school.
14. I was officially known in the community as emo, though; I am simply a Stefster [bitches].
15. I openly admitted that I know all of the words to Aaron’s Party (Come Get it!).
16. I get all the news I need from the weather report.
17. Separated myself.
18. Its not rape, its surprise sex.
19. Grease is the word.
20. Fetch is not.
21. “Your writing is the snuff!” – Mr. Bush
22. Lindsay Lohan smokes. That ruined it for me.
23. I can never be tacky.
24. Don’t let the others hold you back.
25. A year is not as long as it used to be.


Resolutions. Things I won’t keep.
1. I’m not fucking around anymore. Not in the sleazy way, but in the; oh I’ll be nice to this person because it’ll make things easier way. Fuck. That.
2. Listen to more Black Eyed Peas. I was wrong. I like them.
3. Write more
4. Buy less
5. Try to actually go to bed once in a while.
6. and in my bed, not the couch.
7. Find a nice person to make out with who resembles one of the following;
- Jason Bateman
- Topher Grace
- That guy who played Tad Hamilton and is now on Vegas
- Adam Brody
8. Have cousin who has a friend who knows Adam to introduce me to Adam.
9. Die, because life will be complete after meeting Adam Brody.
10. Actually submit my articles to places like I keep saying I’ll do.

My New Years will be boring and spent with family, but lately, I’ve been loving them more and more, which brings me to my next topic;

Mmmmm………. Yeah, about going out of state…….
I’m back to debating again.

For about a month I was so sure that I wanted Occidental and now…
Now I’m thinking.… Maybe instate would be good?

Simply because of two things
1. sharing bathrooms… and any room in general.
2. I’ll miss my family. A lot.

When Mr. Bush was talking to me about going out of state.. or even Sandberg as she was doing my recommendation.. I started to get all teary and that’s when a very smart person said to me; “StephsStephs, don’t push yourself. Go if you want. Come back if you don’t like it. Or don’t go at all. Really. You don’t have to go. We have colleges here. You can stay with me.”

It was my thirteen year old sister (who received straight As on her report card I’m proud to announce, she doesn’t read this, but that’s ok).

So yeah.. everything’s very up in the air right now. Very unclear. I’ve got uncles and cousins in California saying, “The sun is so bright here! I am so tan! Excuse me while I put on my sunglasses. Oh, I’m so good looking I hope people don’t mistake me for being famous. Oh, hey Ben. Yeah, I’ll be right with you! Wish you were here, Steph. Gotta go.” And Occidental is right in LA. I’d be twenty minutes from family… but I’m so close with my mom and my sister.. I don’t know. I have stuff to think over.

Oh and my dog! I’ll miss my dog… and my dad. Of course.

Whew. I have some stuff to think over.

Quote of the day:
Stefi: “Well, there are the givers of gifts.. and the givees.. Wait, no, they’re just called receivers..”
My mother: “You are such a dumb ass. Don’t even worry about going out of state. I doubt you’ll get into a college.”

Oh, and Happy New Year everyone.

“Zastards!”

Wait.. its Christmas? Really? It feels like October..

Why on earth doesn’t it feel like the holiday season? I know its not just because I’m Jewish. Even Chanukah didn’t feel like Chanukah. Felt more like Tuesday through Wednesday.

For some reason though.. I still received gifts. Really, who doesn’t love a good gift right? It was hard for me to act excited about Christmas this year though. First of all, because I barely felt it creeping up upon me and second because I picked out all of my gifts and knew them three weeks in advance. That’s the best way to get a gift though. I knew I loved everything that I received even before it was given to me.

I love how materialistic you goyim are. Some of you anyway. Most of you. I know a lot of you.

I’m not particularly materialistic. I mean, everyone has their stuff. Everyone has a particular brand of something. Everyone usually likes things a certain way, but living with a mother who sells dead people’s stuff for a living.. its hard to grow attached to things. My mother appraises things and literally, she’s like.. the grim reaper. She goes into this person’s house, decides a price (low for insurance reasons) on their estate, china that was never used, and personal effects in general and sells it all within a week. My mother has taught me many things in life and one of those things is enjoy what you have now. Don’t let the china you love sit in the cabinet while you wait for a special reason to use it. Make your own special occasion. Seize the day, carpe diem, live for the moment (I can’t think of any other ways to say “use your shit”) because tomorrow, she could be selling the sweater you loved but never wore in case you got it dirty, the silverware you were afraid of tarnishing, the necklace you were worried someone would steal if you wore out of the house, and the Tiffany lamp you wouldn’t turn on. Create your own special occasion and have a little fun. Buy what you want (mind you, without diminishing your credit) and use it because tomorrow you could be dead (and I could be wearing your diamond bracelet).

Happy Christmas, everyone!

Quote of the day:

Stefi: “What does Uncle Mike want for Christmas?”
Aunt Marilyn: “I don’t know. What do you get the man who hates everything?”
-- Its true. He hates everything.

“I’m gonna be filthy rich!”

Two entire weeks to not do anything [but college aps].

What a great feeling.

Bri and I celebrated quietly at a local Starbucks while chatting up a hot guy from Midwestern who advised us to never move out of our childhood homes. I didn’t want to say DUH. If I could never leave, I wouldn’t.. but strangely enough, the more I look over Occidental in Californ-eye-a, the more I want to go. I’d be 20 minutes away from a dozen uncles and cousins.. and an hour away from home by plane.. but we’ll see. We’ll see if I get accepted, and we’ll see if I don’t have a panic attack if I am and have to move away from my mommy.

My cousin is going to Ellen Degeneres' Christmas party tonight. Or, well, its Hollywood and everyone else is Jewish, so "Holiday Party". Anyway, some people have all the luck. I'm sitting around babysitting my sister and eating left over Chinese (food, not people). Its not so bad though. I quite enjoy the left over orange chicken and sitting around not doing anything. I think I've slept more in the past two days than I have all semester. Look what being stressed does to you. I don't have any more dark circles. Its a Festivus Miracle.When I'm living in LA and attending Occidental, I'll be going to the Holiday Party to watch Ellen make out with Portia de Rossi too.You know, if I get accepted.

Terribly short entry tonight. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I am off to either.. sleep more, or do some online shopping. I don’t know yet. I just don’t know. I may not have time to do both. We’ll see.

Quote of the day:

That isn’t happening right now.

“My! What big teeth you have!”

It’s the only ortho appointment I’ve been on time for.

Before:


During:





After:


(OK, actually, haven’t taken pictures yet. OK, actually, I have, but I can take better ones.)


Quote of the day:
“Mr. Bush: my favorite quote [of his mother’s]: "Rape is really just very bad manners. No please, no thank you. And, certainly, no thank you card afterward.”
-- Mr. Bush Quoting his mother.

“One down. Nine to go.”

Today, ladies and gentlemen, is the last day I will ever have to spend 40 minutes eating a twizzler, and another 40 minutes trying to get it out of my back bracket.

Yes, that’s right. The braces are coming off.

After 495 days with braces and 180 days with a palate expander, hopefully my teeth will look decent and hopefully, they won’t be big giant horse teeth, and hopefully the dream I had last night where my braces were off but my teeth returned back to the way they were prior to having braces… won’t come true (Yeah, yeah, I know. “Wear your retainer!” Which, I’ll have to since they are cementing it behind my teeth.).

Here’s to a new start just when I needed it the most. A little pick me up if you will.

This weekend was all right. Spent Saturday shopping with my Mommy, which was really nice. I still have a ton of stuff to get for people though. Eh, who needs to study for English anyway I say? I’m already screwed for the final. Is Holden punishing us? I think so. Josh Bjarko, this is all because of you.

Quote of the day:
“I am not molesting your child!”

- Sasha on how Disney Cast Members give hugs.

“Just be thankful that you can’t be classified as “hot”.”

Sorry, I haven't written. I have been incredibly busy.

So I was going to be all fuckin’ cool and write about how awesome I was in Vegas and all of my fun and whatnot.. but then I thought .. no one wants to hear that. No one wants to read a log, granted the log was really funny, but no one wants to read that. Its about 900000000 pages.

Vegas sum up: “Partied” at the Hard Rock (CUZ IMA RAWK STAR). Saw Mama Mia again. Shopped. Saw my cousin Alison, and we ate a lot of food and saw The Incredibles.

Tallies:
Number of times my dad said “outrageous!” as a reaction to something; 17
Number of times I said, “when I’m at a party” under my breath afterwards: 17
Number of people who understand why AND read my blog: 17
Number of hours driving total: 8 ½
Hours of out the 8 ½ that were spent sleeping: 6
Dollars my dad lost at the casino: $150
Amount won before he gambled it all away: $100
Number of times my sister threw a fit: around 100 million give or take
Number of times she mentioned Shana (my dog): around 100 million give or take
Number of Elvis impersonators I saw: ZERO! What’s the deal?!?!

Eh, the rest of what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Yeah, I said it. I felt the need.

Back to real life; school has been incredibly hectic lately. In fact, I shouldn’t actually be writing this, but poor StephWLuk is getting antsy and I think she’s capable of killing me, so I’m dedicating this blog to her.

Wonton, this one’s for you.

We’re having presentations in psych this week.

Today Arrow.. or Aerin (yea, spelled that way).. or whatever the gothic girl (not stereotyping, she knows what she is (but she is nice)) is calling herself now, went today. She was talking about schizophrenia, but to be honest I was have trouble listening. All I could think about was;
OK, so I wear half the amount of make-up she wears, and it still takes me an hour to get done. How long does it take her? Also, she has really good skin for someone who wears so much make up. What’s the deal? What gives? Then she talked about going to a funeral (it related to the presentation, really) and I thought, well, that’s lucky. She probably didn’t even have to change.

Being gothic would really come in handy if you had an emergency funeral to ever go to. Like, say, you’re at dinner with some relatives and your mom gets this phone call that you have to go straight to this funeral (I don’t know why, but you do) and you don’t have time to change and everyone else is like “I can’t wear pink!” but you wouldn’t have to stress would you? You’d be like, “Nah, bitch. I got it covered.” It’d be kind of relaxing.

Yeah, so I haven’t slept much in the past three days.

The next group was the hot Brazilian girl and the Hot All American Girl Next Door. Of course they’d be together. They talked about OCD with this poster that made it look like a campaign for MnMs or Disney Land or something. They made it really colorful and fun. “OCD!” the poster seemed to shout through its primary colors and photos “Blink your worries away!” It almost made me want it. Then some moron kid (the same one who tried to set who pants on fire just months before) started talking about Prozac like he knew something about it when he clearly didn’t and I got to straighten him out by using psychology jargon. I was kind of amazing. I’d relay the conversation but I was sooooo tired I do not remember what was said.

Went to the choir concert today. Mr. Bush said that I’m not allowed to sit next to Jake anymore during performances because we egg each other on. I can’t sit with Mr. Bush anymore for the same reason. Pretty soon, I will have to sit alone and laugh at my own jokes.

Quote of the day:
“Some guys really like to take the girls and stretch them out if you know what I mean…”
-- Dr. Jenke