Monday, June 29, 2009

Today Was Strange

I have been incredibly productive today. I did dishes, I cleaned the rats' cage, and even though the bag spilled all over, I vacuumed it all up, and then cleaned the my room and vacuumed that - hence the pictures. After all that fun times cleaning, I sewed up a sewing machine cover for my cousin (which is my craft of the day).

Yup yup yup. Let's see. My rug is coming along well. It's about 8" diameter so far.

I finished my resume and sent it to the person stated on monster.com.

By then, it was 4 pm, and I had been awake for 4 hours and then everything was all boring.

Soes, after that...Um, I started watching Family Guy season 3 on DVD. Yeah, so here we are, like six hours later...bored.

Clean Sweep Results

Because I have been working on the whole "getting a job" thing, I have been too busy to take pictures of my finished room! So, here ya goes:





I don't know if you know what it looked like before, but, I'll just say: WORSE

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Rugs!

I started crocheting a rug. Pictures coming soon.

My Future Career

I have plans for four years from now!

After Randy graduates from college, we are going to move to San Diego together so I can work at the zoo and he can...do whatever it is he wants to do there. And I am incredibly serious about this.

YAY!!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

My New Haircut


Things my adult self needs:
  • A table mirror - to do my hair at my desk
  • An iron - for clothing and sewing
  • A garden
  • A bathroom - to hold my massive amounts of hair products and "make-me-pretties"

Friday, June 26, 2009

Craft!

Today's craft was a hemp necklace. It took about 4 hours, and in the end, I really enjoy it.




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Now playing:
Loudon Wainwright III - Dreaming
via FoxyTunes

quote

I'm reading a book right now. "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" by Mark Haddon.

I have already found a superb quote:
I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

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So, it's Friday morning, 1:03 am. Apparently the cough medicine I've been taking only makes me drowsy in the daytime. Because I was asleep from 11 to 3 earlier, yet not now...Confusion.

Sigh. I would love to update everyone on the awesomeness that is my life, alas, it would all be lies. I can, however, update you on my health. I have a terrible cough that will not go away regardless of medicine (but it is giving me some nice abs) and has made me pull over to the side of the road once...almost twice. I constantly feel like I am choking on something, but there is nothing there. Also, the cramps started today. So, yeah. I haven't done anything exciting. I didn't even work out today, because I was writhing in pain with a heating pack (IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER) on my bed. I almost crawled to Planned Parenthood to get me some birth control - and that's a good 10 miles. (see, I couldn't stand long enough to walk to my car, let alone drive...)

In BV news, the guy who lives beside us has a cow. Um, yeah. I went back into the woods a little bit to see if I could see it, but ended up looking like a creepy behind a tree with a camera. There was also a turtle laying eggs in my backyard. Until the hail. Then it disappeared.

I feel like such an adult whenever I go into town. There are a bunch of houses for sale and I consider what it would be like to live in them. With other people, a puppy, and a garden. Also, would the other people be ok with my goat? Cause, I'm gonna want a goat.

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Now playing: Pete Yorn - Burrito
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Sad Sad News

I subscribe to Texts from Last Night. People are going ape-shit cray cray. Michael Jackson, king of pop and terrible child caretaker, is dead. Dead?!? He was only 50 and I have been alive long enough to know things he did!

Adding to the list of casualties:
Farrah Fawcett died this morning (age 62) and the hottest Angel, in my opinion...no offense to Jacklyn Smith

Ed McMahon - ok, not really a surprise, the man was like 100. But still, it's sad.

All this happening at the same time that Jon & Kate are divorcing! And Brooke Hogan has her own show.

Armageddon.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

iPod Case

You might remember my first attempt at an iPod case. The one I made with really awesome fabric that I, of course, screwed up.

Well, for today's MSCE challenge, I decided to make another one, this time making it large enough for the iPod to fit. It is not even close to as aesthetically pleasing as the above image.

However, there is in fact, my iPod inside it. Courtesy of Molly's old tights and my old pajama pants!

I Need to Blent (blog venting)

While I don't normally post about celebs and their crap drama, this one makes me slightly upset. And by slightly, I mean a lot. Anyone out there ever watch Jon & Kate Plus 8? Yes, you have. Don't even deny it. Well, the most recent scandal is that Kate has spanked one of the 8!

WHAT?!? OH NO! DISCIPLINE! SHE SHOULD ROT IN JAIL FOR OBVIOUS CHILD ABUSE.
http://allieiswired.com/archives/2009/06/kate-gosselin-spanks-daughter-in-public/

I kid, of course.

Now, I wouldn't actually advocate her doing it in public, but with a goddamn camera crew up your ass 24/7, it's really hard not to be in public. For reasons that will not be disclosed here, I have researched this "phenomenon" of spanking (I get bored, ok...I've also looked up the history of Rhode Island...). Children should never be spanked when you are angry; by the look of her face, Kate is angry. However, there are billions of people who have been spanked and are not serial killers. For example, my parents are just 2, which already busts the entire theory. And my grandma wasn't exactly slow on picking up the wooden spoon and taking care to discipline all four of her children. No one has been murdered by anyone in my family.

And although I can not make a complete judgment based on that set of pictures, it looks as though little Leah was hit about twice. To me, if this were abuse, Kate would be wielding a paddle, belt, or some other sort of implement and/or hitting her repeatedly until blood and/or bruising occurred.

For centuries, children have been disciplined through spanking. How is it, that all of a sudden it is considered abuse? Excessive spanking, yes. Beating your kids with sticks, yes. Not giving a swat or two when they misbehave.

And to really piss some people off...Half of those children are so badly behaved. Madelyn is a brat. There is no doubt, and there is no way anyone can argue with that. Perhaps being slapped on the butt is exactly what some of those spoiled brats needs...

**Blenting was created by my friend Mandy. Just wanted to give credit to the proper person.

[edit]
I forgot to mention that this father in the Red Lobster in Peoria, IL spanked his son in the PUBLIC bathroom on my birthday. You should probably bitch about him too.

Crafts & Cows

Time for some more MSCE pictures!

The bags are from Sunday (21st) and the last thing is from today. That's right, the 24th. Because everyone starts projects at freaking midnight. (Also, yesterday's crafts have not been photographed yet...stay tuned.)



That is what I like to call a sewing machine cover that has not had the cord hole cut yet or the trimmings around the bottom sewn on. I basically did it without a pattern, since the online ones I found involved some heavy shit, like calculus...However, as it is 1 am, I have decided to stop for the night.

I would also like to point out that my left thumb hurts. Right where it connects to the wrist. And not just joint pain. Kinda like I slammed it into something several times.

As if this post weren't picture heavy enough, I would like to share with you one of the greatest moments of my life thus far (beaten only by about three other things, one of which is getting Belle's autograph when I was in Disney).


Since I don't know how to add a caption: That is in fact me, feeding a CALF from a bottle. WHAT?!? I know, you wish you were me.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Music Makes My Day

I am addicted to music. I have just added nearly 50 songs to my library. And I'm not done yet. Discographies to own next: Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Wu Tang Clan

I may not sleep tonight.

ps: the title of this blog is a song - be the first to guess the singer (there may be more than one, but get the right one) and win a prize!
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Now playing: Ani DiFranco - Blood in the Boardroom
via FoxyTunes
I hope that Sonja does not think I am dead. I told her I would email her when I figured out what was going on this summer. I haven't figured it out, therefore have not emailed her.

I'm not dead!!!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Stuffs

I will start with yesterday's 'something cool' - a bonfire. Brought to you by four years worth of bio labs, German homework, two research projects, and some random papers from high school.

Ok, so let's get into the fun stuff.

I basically got a job yesterday at my ass-early interview, but I really don't want it. So, about ten minutes ago, I called Staples. She said she hasn't looked at any applications yet, but she was going to soon. (Hmm...I can't tell if this is a cop-out answer, or she's being legit.) Either way, I do not want to be a maid for the rest of my freaking life. I would rather be a busser at a restaurant than clean things again. Especially since the last cleaning job went so well (oh God, the amount of sarcasm in that last statement can't even be measured, it's so high).

BTW, started this blog post at 12:23, and it is now 1:01. I got very distracted.

Yeah, so. My grandma keeps insisting that I have a "graduation celebration." Yesterday, she called me and I was like "Well, I wasn't going to have one at all." As if she didn't hear me at all, "If you don't want to share the 4th of July party, then I can help you plan a different date." I passed kindergarten - I'm capable of sharing. I honestly just don't want to rub it in everyone's face that I actually graduated college even though EVERYONE in the family had been telling me that I wasn't good enough to. (Ok, I would totally love to do that, but that's just mean. Especially since how many of them have done that, like 4?)

So, it's Father's Day. My dad has been mowing our lawn since I woke up. I didn't get him a card, on account of my negative bank account. And I plan on making morsbags later today. He should probably stop so I can at least say "Happy Father's Day!" followed by "Thanks for paying for me to go to college."
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Now playing: Fiona Apple - The Way Things Are
via FoxyTunes
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Now playing: Jay-Z - Hard Knock Life
via FoxyTunes

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Interview

Awoke at 5 am.
Left at 6:08 am.
Bought coffee at 6:31 am.
Started interview/application at 6:35 am.
Finished interview/application at 6:42 am.
Back home at 7:04 am.

Scheduled meeting time: 6:45 am.

This is how efficient I am.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Today's MSCE

Yeah, it's called I filled out two applications and considered becoming a postal worker. Because those bastards make $12-48 an HOUR. AN HOUR. I once made 48 dollars in a week.

Also looked at DEP's website, cause that would be AWESOME. You have to take a ton of tests and shit, so that's on the back-burner til I get some cashmonies. But trainees have an annual salary of $45,000 (some odd dollars). That is three times what one of my parents makes after approximately 23 (maybe more) years of experience.

Then I scheduled an interview.

Turkeys & Nightmares

My jaw has been hurting more and more lately.

So, had a nightmare last night. I don't remember very much of it, but I do remember that someone was murdered and these purple-pink things fell everywhere. Things calmed down around the town and one night I was sleeping and one of the purple-pink things fell next to my bed and woke me up. Then I had an anxiety attack and tried not to fall back asleep because I could see the killer's face when I closed my eyes. But I couldn't stay awake.

At this point I forced the real me to wake up because it was terrifying.

Also, yesterday's craft was some bags for a morsbags.com competition. There aren't any pictures because I didn't make them here and it would've looked strange...but we made 16 or 17 of them. I don't really have one for today, but I was gardening with my mother. So I wasn't really making something cool, so much as doing something cool. I think it works/counts. Maybe I'll make something at Aaryn's.

So, I'm driving down the Woodcock Rd (as I call it, cause I really don't know what street it is; something with a number) and I see a turkey on the left side of the road. I slow down a bit, but he's nowhere near my side of the street, so I think, "Oh, he'll just fly away once a car zooms past him at 60." No. No he won't. He will continue to walk casually across the street, almost into your car, and then all the way to the other side once you are out of his way.

What.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Dreams

So, last night I had a dream about Sonja and German class.

She was splitting us up for a candidate again, and only the seniors had to leave (ie me and two people) and when she finally found me in the classroom, she was like, "Oh, well you've already met Celine Dion."

I go downstairs in GDH and there is food and candy all over the floor (that Sonja put there, apparently). This one lady kept eating all the candy and I heard that Corey (from German class) was having a diabetic attack and needed sugar. So I tried to get the last candy from her. I chased her up and down the stairs of GDH, past the classroom and all over. Finally, I got it from her and then she tried to attack me. So I get in the elevator (?) and she chases me through the elevators and eventually we get stuck, face to face. "Don't you care that you are about to murder Corey?" "I want my candy!" "He's going to die! Let me give it to him!"

I eventually get it up to the classroom and everyone is standing around him like he's dead. And I rush in, "I have the candy!" Sonja looks at me and says, "We were acting out a scene from the story that you are suppose to be reading."
"Oh."

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Today's Craft!

I made a hemp bracelet, but Aaryn has it, therefore you get no picture.

Therefore, I made two scrapbook pages for my Knox scrapbook. They are quite obviously from Graduation and German Club. Enjoy!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Crafty Craft Craft

Einmal, I was trying to make a bracelet for the "Make Something Cool Everyday" Challenge that I have created for myself (see original idea here), and I scraped some of my skin off with pliers.

The good news is, I managed to stop bleeding long enough to finish said bracelet. The bad news is, that I was cut in the shape of a crucifix, and it's kinda creeping me out. Also, bactine is like the devil on cuts such as this.

I bought colorful hemp today and some decoupage glue at Jo-Ann's, so I'm sure tomorrow's 'something cool' will be more than cool, it will be awesome.

bah

I feel like I should be updating more. I don't really know what to say. I got a new dress today for a "prom" themed party I've decided I'm going to with or without a date. The pictures are so terribly unflattering...

Gots lots of stuff to do. Like finish my room, get a job, sleep...

Better get to it.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Filling out applications makes me feel so incredibly nervous. And it's not even, "Oh they will think that I'm not qualified;" it's more like, "OMG, what if they like me and then I screw up and they fire me and then I never get a job??"

Saturday, June 13, 2009

shit

I didn't cry when I got my diploma or heard the speech about moving on. I didn't cry when I said good-bye to my professors. I didn't cry when I moved out, knowing that I would probably never see some people ever again. I didn't cry when people kept telling me to have a nice life. I didn't cry when I merged onto 74, leaving Galesburg for the last time. So when did I cry?

A week later at 2:00 pm, on a Saturday when a German song came on my iTunes.

It is difficult to explain what came over me without sounding like a completely emo freak. So, get your mocking out now...

I have listened to Nur Ein Wort at least 20 times since I left school. Why was today different? Maybe it's because I was doing a crossword puzzle thing yesterday and the clue was Sonja ____. I wrote in "Klocke :)," and turned the page. Maybe it's because last night I had a dream that I was in GDH, trying to find the bathroom, and I just kept running into Sonja.

I guess it finally sank in that I am an adult. I was so incredibly close to post-baccing, and I blew it. I miss people so much, and it's not going to get any better. There is so much I want to tell certain people, and I will never get a chance. I will never bring myself to write that email, or that letter, or even that facebook message.

I feel like one more German club meeting, one more radio show, one more circle of death game, and just one more night would make everything better. I could have closure. But I know it will just make everything worse.

Stanley Cup

I feel like I should be proud of "my" team for winning the Stanley Cup...
I honestly couldn't care less though.

Does this make me a bad Pennsylvanian?

Friday, June 12, 2009

I'm A Bum

I have officially become that girl who sits in her parent's house, eating and watching tv. However, I can not watch tv, so I am watching all of my DVDs in alphabetical order.

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Now playing: Reba McEntire - Fancy
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I may have a new obsession:

http://textsfromlastnight.com/

More Cleaning!

Einmal, I was walking through my room in an attempt to pee. And I stepped on something and it made a weird noise, but I wasn't too concerned...

Found it about two hours later (or ten minutes ago). Oh hey Hydrocortisone cream. How do you enjoy being all over my stuff and smashed into my carpet?

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Now playing: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Woo Cleaning!

Still haven't found the camera...

Ok, so I've almost got everything ready to be put away. (Aside from three totes and 2 crates, and a box, but who's counting?)

I'm pretty sure my garage sale is going to turn into a quick trip to the Goodwill and a dumpster. On the bright side, I found my 9th grade semester long project. BURN PILE!!

Yeah, so if you've been trying to reach me between normal waking hours, I am buried under papers and boxes and other random shit, trying to make sense of everything. Give me until this weekend, and I should be done. Hopefully I'll be done tomorrow, and I can take a couple celebratory shots of whiskey and pass out while watching a movie (because our cable is out).

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Clean Sweep Update

Well, I managed to get everything out of my room (minus large furniture). There are approximately 5 garbage bags of garbage, 4 garbage bags of stuff to be burned (yay for Dave's birthday bonfire), and if I put it in terms of garbage bags, about 10-15 bags of stuff to be sold/donated. The amount of stuff in my room has been greatly reduced.

My deep cleaning has gone all the way to organizing my CDs into keep, sell, toss piles. Unfortunately, the keep pile is about 4 times as tall as the sell pile. I have made a good faith effort to throw a bunch of home-made mixes away.

Still have a lot of bins and boxes to go through. Stay tuned for more updates!

Um, what?

So last night I walked into my house around 12:30 am. I locked the door, turned off the porch light and went to pee. Then the phone rang. I ran to answer it before it woke up my dad.
"Hello?"
beep
"Hello?"
beeeeep
I hung up and *69'd. It dialed and then there was no noise. Not even that woman telling me that the number was unknown. I went into my room and locked the door.

Cut to Stef entering dreamland:
I am a Nazi concentration camp survivor and I have this ID number that a group of terrorists is determined to get. There are a bunch of us girls, we're all dressed the same, and it's hard to tell who is who. Well, the terrorists chose this day to break into my house and set up sniper rifles and such. My friends are trying to save me, and they keep dying in an attempt to make the terrorists think that they have shot me. (still with me?) So, they kill Rachel (what?) and think she was me, and they leave happily. I dye my hair black and move on with life like a happy little clam.

A couple days later, Molly and I are at the mall and a little kid tries to steal my bike, so I beat him with a stick until he lets go and then I carry the bikes into the mall. I turn around to see him climbing on a garbage truck and then the driver turns it on. The little kid's head gets cut off and then compacted (think Wall-E style). I go on with my day in the mall. UNTIL (dun dun dun) there are laser red dot things all over and I realized the terrorists have discovered that it wasn't really me that they killed.

Molly and the rest of the group from before (my fellow camp survivors) are all dressed in purple, running around. And I get sniped in the neck. And for some reason, my body (like Dead Like Me) keeps walking around rubbing the bullet entrance hole and thinking about how my friend died to save me, even though I died anyway.

The end.

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Now playing: Black Box Recorder - Child Psychology
via FoxyTunes

Monday, June 08, 2009

Home.

I feel like I should be blogging, updating everyone on the state of my life. Ain't got shit to do except unpack and clean. Therefore, I don't really feel like doing anything.

I was gonna get the final numbers on SSWPE, but I'll need to finish taking pics off my camera. This involves finding it...However, as of right now I have 799. YAY!!! I made my goal of 750 without needing to take all of them off my camera.

Graduation was so cold and wet. It started pouring on us and all of us were shivering. Someone slipped on stage twice trying to get her diploma. But I'm an official Alum of Knox!!!

Hmm, gonna clean sweep ma room. Before and after pics are a sure thing.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Woah.

In two short hours, I will be starting my walk for my college graduation. Sometimes it's hard to believe that I was doing this same thing five years ago, only from high school.

Woah.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

SSWPE update

So, it's time for a small update.

The tally is now 513 photos.

A ton more were taken, however there are only that many good ones.

Crazy. Cause tomorrow is Fun City. And then Aaryn & Mandy will be here. :)

Senior Week pt. 2

This will be the Tuesday edition of Senior Week
(see how this works is I blog about what I did the day after I did it, or else I would be blogging before I did it, which makes no sense)


So, went to St. Louis for the day. ZOO ZOO ZOO!
I love free zoos. It was pretty awesome. It rained a lot. (poured) But other than that, it was pretty sweet. I was about an inch away from petting a giraffe, but there were employees and I didn't think they would appreciate me hopping the "Antelope Fence" just to pet him. But! I got to touch a giraffe tail and a neck vertebrae. SO FREAKING AWESOME.

Then we played Apples to Apples drunkenly. It was very cool. Best day ever.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Senior Week Begins!

Welcome to the Monday Edition of Senior Week!

I woke up at 8:50 for some ungodly reason and proceeded to do nearly everything in this world that I need to. I turned in my graduation profile and got my tickets. I returned the video camera. I printed and handed in my research paper. And then around 10:30, I started to feel really nauseated and realized it was because I hadn't eaten anything. That went on for hours, until about 1, when I finally passed out.

At 3:00 I had to say good-bye to Tim. For some reason it wasn't as hard as saying good-bye to Sonja. Strange.

After that strange ordeal, Molly & I went to Target in the 86 degree, 90% humidity midwest summer. No luck; we get to Walmart* and as soon as we're about to check out, it starts torrentially down pouring with thunder and lightning. We ran to the car just in time to miss the quarter size hail which proceeded to beat down on my car windows, putting me into a complete state of panic. I could not see the car parked next to me. About ten minutes later, we figure "Well, we should just try to leave." A mile later, completely clear. No rain. No hail. No tornado. No one on campus could figure out why we were stuck at Walmart* because it looked like a completely different city on campus than Seminary St.

After dinner, we played cards and Amelia came over and played cards with us. She is so damn good at poker. Who goes all in and wins on like a pair of 4s? Amelia does. We played with photobooth, which I will probably share, and I'm counting as part of SSWPE (number update tomorrow after the zoo).

Speaking of zoos, I'm going tomorrow and it's kinda like Christmas Eve. You get way too excited to sleep and you just keep thinking about all the cool things you're gonna see. I'm tempted to sleep in my car, just because I'm that excited. We're leaving at 8:30 and I am PUMPED.

Ich bin sehr sehr gl├╝cklich!

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Now playing: Phish - Gin & Juice
via FoxyTunes

Monday, June 01, 2009

AH hahahahahahahahahaha!!!

That would be my brain slowly leaking out of my head onto my "A Short Guide to Writing about Biology" book. I have spent nearly 12 hours (with a break for dinner and a game of Scattergories) on this damn paper. I am literally three sentences away from being done with my abstract, and thus my paper. The most important part of a paper.

The only part that people read before deciding whether they want to set it on fire or consider publishing it. I'm honestly just going for "Well, it's too hot for a fire, so I might as well read the rest of it."

Dear Jesus, I will be done with my undergraduate career in three sentences. THREE sentences lie between me and graduation. (Well, and a week, but who cares? I'll be drunk from Monday evening until Saturday morning!!)