Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Okay, So Some Suckish News

Our computer sucks. No, it is not a Mac that is incredebly annoying, it is a Gateway computer from 2003 (or maybe older) that is probably discontinued. It is old, it is annoying, it runs slow.
And not only does it run slow, it also is almost completly full up of memory. It keeps informing us: Local disk :C is almost full. Please delete old files.
So we were doing that, you know? And Kristen sees 'Microsoft Office, last used 2005, 4,000,000 KB'. So we delete it, and now we can't get on Microsoft Word.
I know, fun.
It is a great thing that all my writing is safely tucked away in my jump drive. It just saved all my writing. :D :D :D :D

But I also can't get on Word to work on it.

So i'll get back to you when it finally works.

Monday, December 22, 2008

What Will They Do Now?

So i had to do some last minute shopping today and get a gift for my mom. I got her a Walkman, one of those expensive $30 ones because that's all I had left. But now I'm done. I drew a picture on her wrapping paper of Bo being Santa.



“Can we get going?” Nudge asked.
“We can’t move Max,” Fang said calmly, rubbing his eyes. I’d had to sleep on his lap all night, both of us propped up against a tree.
“I can fly, Fang,” I said angrily.
Iggy walked over to us from the fire. “Let me check her wounds, make sure she can be moved.”
Fang lifted up my shirt a bit so that he could remove the bandages. Iggy inspected the stitches. “She should be fine in a day or two. I think we could fly to a hotel or something, and she could get more rest. Someone would have to carry her.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Fang said, winding the bandage around my waist again.
I was outraged. I was so. Fricking. MAD. “Since when are you two calling the shots?” I asked irritably.
Nudge walked up with a hotdog that had been roasted on a barbeque stick. “Since you’re out for the call,” she said reasonably.
Nothing like cold, hard logic to mess up your perfectly good rant.
“Who’s gonna carry her?” Gazzy asked, blue eyes questioning.


Fang’s really happy that he gets to carry you.
I’d never admit it to anybody, but I’m happy that he is.
He leaned in, “Okay, so you have your choice of Super 8 Motel, or Holiday Inn.”
“Hm,” I pretended to think, “I’d have to say Holiday Inn. What about you, what do you think?” I looked up at his dark impassive face.
“I’d have to agree with you on that. Angel says there’s kitchens in each room, and you can get them so they’re adjoining.”
“Oh, well, okay,” I said, then louder to the flock, “ We’re landing behind that Walgreens, okay?”
I got a series of ‘okay’s back.
We landed, and then everyone walked to the hotel but me; I had to be carried.
“Max, we need the card,” Fang said before we went through the front doors.
I squirmed in his impermeable hold. “Just put me down and let me walk, Fang,” I ordered. I was done with asking.
So he did, but I had to lean against him as we all made our way in. There was a guy at the front desk, looking at me like candy.
Eraser? Not likely. Freakshow? More than likely.
“Three rooms with two single beds each, please,” I said, holding out the Max Card.
The guy took it, but when he examined the computer for rooms, he said, “We only have two with separate beds, and one with a queen.”
I looked at Fang, who shrugged. “I guess we’ll take those, then,” he said.
I nodded at the receptionist. He scanned the card and wrote something down on a scrap of paper, then handed them back to me along with the keys.
I smiled and said ‘thank you’. Fang swooped down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, giving the receptionist a hard-as-death look.
“I’m rooming with Iggy!” the Gasman declaired, grabbing one of the room keys for the single bed rooms and taking off.
Angel and Nudge locked arms, and Angel nimbly grabbed the single suite key, leaving me and Fang together with the keys for the queen suite.
I looked at him and said, “You get the floor.”
He took the keys from me and unlocked the door to our room and set me on the bed. It was kinda late, so the kids soon came in to stack fists with us. Then we all said goodnight and the kids disappeared.
I pulled off my sweatshirt and got under the covers, fully expecting Fang to grab the blanket on the end of the bed and a pillow, and settle down on the floor.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” he told me.
“Okay,” I replied, settling down.
And then I was asleep.

Har Har Har.

Sunday, December 21, 2008


:-D Yaaay, Ruby came over this weekend after my cello concert. It was fun!! We stayed up really late talking! But now she's gone and i'm bored all over again :-(

So here we go:

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does, and that sometimes makes me mad that he's in charge of the stuff that goes into the actual books. But, hey, I'm still open to freedom of speech.


The next thing I knew, I was being thrown from my bed. It was dark, I was tired.
“Hello, Max.”
I would know that voice anywhere. I quickly got to my feet and got ready to fight. Ari swung a fist at my face, but I blocked and planted a hard roundhouse kick in his ribs.
His breath went out in an oof, and he fell to the floor. He struggled to get up, but I threw a even harder kick to his head and he went down again, blood streaming out his nose.
YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY FLOCK!!” I yelled, running out of my room and barricading the door behind me with a pole that had been newly ripped out of the wall.
I saw Fang viciously fighting off a wolfy creature at the end of the hall, then there was a sickening thud as it fell to the floor. Fang quickly fell onto the next Eraser as I heard small cry of pain from Nudge’s room. “Maaax!”
“Fang! Hold back Erasers as long as possible!” I shouted orders automatically. “Iggy! Go find Nudge! Gazzy! Get Angel out of here! “
There was another thud as Iggy took down another one.
Another Eraser attacked me from behind, slashing my stomach through my nightshirt and making me cry out in pain. I fell to the floor, and the world went black.
A anguished “Max!” from Fang was all I heard.


“…think she was bleeding pretty bad.”
“How bad?”
“Really bad.”
“Fang? Is Max going to be okay?”
“She’ll be fine, Angel.”
“You’re lying.”
“Iggy stitched her up, she’ll be fine.”
“Guys! Quit it!”
“She’s waking up.”
“Max? Can you hear me?”

“Fang?” I winced, touching my head. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and then closed them. “How bad?”
He touched the back of his hand to my cheek. “Well, you’re awake, so that’s something.”
I was too miserable to laugh. I opened my eyes to Fang’s face four inches away, hovering above me. I must have been in his lap the whole time.
I tried to raise my head, relieved to find the whole flock here, but Fang held me down. “Don’t sit up, you might re-open your cuts.”
“Then bandage me up, dimwit. Let me up,” I growled.
Fang looked pleadingly at Iggy, who looked at me and said, “Fang, she has a point.”
I gave him a unholy ‘buahaha’ kind of look.
Fang and Nudge balanced me over both their legs so Iggy could bandage up my midsection. I felt like crap, and my stitches stung when they were finished.
Then Fang did the unimaginable; he sat me on his lap and held me there with his arms around my shoulders.
My face was probably burning red like some, uh, girl getting held by the guy she likes.
Only I do NOT like Fang. Bad Max.
I growled, which only made him shake with laughter and hold me tighter.
Of course, Iggy is blind, and could not see this, so he went ahead and told me that I’d have to stay immobile for about a week. That just made me angrier.
I felt Fang grin into my hair.

Dun, dun, duuuun. Anyway, i hoped you liked it! These are sooo fun to write! Review! Review! Review!

Friday, December 19, 2008

Fax, Fax, Fax, Fax, FAAAAAAX (newman, stay away from this post)

Hey, Kristina, guess what? *fax*


okay, continuing off last post, don't forget to comment!!! Very important!:
All of us were in our pajamas. Ig and Fang wore only their fleece pajama pants.
“Okay, guys! Hurry up! I’ve got a really good – well, okay, two really good ideas! Do you think–”
I clamped my hand over Nudge’s mouth.
We all situated ourselves around in a circle. There were two couches. One that fit two people, and one that fit three. Iggy and the Gasman sat with Angel on the three-person, and Fang and I sat on the two. Nudge was sprawled out on the floor like she’d been dropped, her wings spread out around her.
After a few seconds of silence I finally said, “Uh…who wants to go first?”
Fang spread one wing over the side of the couch, and one behind me to make himself comfortable. “Not me,” he said.
Nudge looked like she was bursting. “I’LL GO!!” she called out.
“Go ahead,” I said.
“Okay, Gazzy!?” she said. “Truth or Dare?”
Gazzy pondered. Finally he said, “Uh…truth?”
Nudge grinned. “Okay…what is the fastest time you’ve ever cleared a room?”
Gazzy thought. “I’d have to say a few weeks ago when we were watching a movie in this room, and I did a fart-bomb…”
Everyone grimaced, remembering.
“…that was SO AWESOME!!!” he said excitedly.
“Now you get to ask someone truth or dare,” Nudge informed him.
“Hm…Max. Truth or dare?” he asked.
“Dare,” I said firmly.
“Cool. Kiss Fang.” Gazzy said with an evil grin.
“Gazz…” I said disapprovingly.
He threw up his hands in surrender. “Hey, you never specified rules,” he said innocently.
I flushed, but turned and kissed Fang on the cheek.
“Hey!” Gazzy said.
“You never specified either,” I said. Fang’s impassive face broke with a rare smile. “Nudge, Truth or Dare?” I asked.
Nudge giggled. “Truth.”
“What is the one thing you want most right now?” I said, smiling. This could be good.
Nudge thought for a few minutes. “Root Beer,” she finally decided.
We all laughed.
“Iggy, truth or dare?” she asked.
He raised his eyebrows in a ‘bring it on’ gesture. “Dare.”
She thought for a minute. “Go get me some Root Beer!” she laughed.
We all joined her, except for Fang, who never laughs.
Ig grinned. “Yes, your highness,” he said, then got up and pulled a can of soda out of the fridge. “That’s Sprite, Iggy,” Angel giggled.
He put it back in the fridge and pulled out another. “This it?”
“Yep, thanks!” Nudge sang as he handed it to her. She popped the lid open and took a deep swig.
Iggy sat down. “Angel,” he grinned. “Truth or dare?”
She smiled an Angelic smile, obviously reading his mind, and said, “Dare,” then ran over to him and gave him a big hug. “I love you too,” she said, and my heart gave a little squeeze.
“Fang,” she said, getting my attention after this touching moment. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” he said. I instantly regretted his decision.
“Kiss Max,” she said, grinning. “On the lips.”
I glared at her.
Then I felt Fang’s gently hand under my chin, and his lips pressed softly against mine, and then he angled his head to kiss me deeper.
It went on and on.
Finally, someone had to cough. Ig. And I knew the game was over. “Geez, get a room, you two,” he groaned. “I may be blind, but I’m not deaf.”
“Fang? What does ‘make out’ mean?” Angel asked innocently.
We broke apart, both breathing raggedly, but Fang managed to laugh.
Gazzy got up. “Ha! You guys can clear a room faster than me!” he said, leaving.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Okay, I'm Writing A Fafiction

WARNING: If you have trouble reading romance fanfics, you might not want to tune in when I post more!


“Hey, Max?”
“Yeah, sweetie?” I called back.
I was sitting in my room listening to music. We (the Flock) had found an abandoned cabin up in a forgotten town in, yes, Colorado. Our favorite state. Iggy, with the help of the Gasman, had rigged up the electricity so it worked again. All the furniture was still there, even an old computer.
Of course, we still had to make those random expedition to Wall Mart with the Max Card every so often, but hey.
“Will you play ‘Truth or Dare’ with me and Nudge? We’re bored.” She made Bambi eyes.
Ug! “Sure, sweetie,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I followed Angel down the hall towards the family room.
“What’cha doing?” Iggy asked offhandedly as we walked past his room.
“Truth or Dare,” I said. “Wanna play?”
“Uh…” he hesitated.
‘Please?’ I whispered desperately.
He rolled his sightless eyes. “Fang! Gazzy! We’re playing Truth or Dare in the family room.”
They both poked their heads out of their rooms.
“Why?” the Gasman asked.
“Because Angel wants to,” I quipped.
Fortunately, Gazzer usually doesn’t need a better answer than that. Anything for Angel. So he opened his door wider and followed the three of us down the hall. Fang followed after him. Nudge was bouncing up and down on the couch she sat on, obviously full of a million truths and dares to throw at us.

Monday, December 15, 2008

I Got Really Mad Today And Now I Feel Really Bad. :(

(first of all, i've posted more on my writing blog. so check my links and go to it and read! thanks!)

So I have this issue with certain noises because I have advaced, special hearing that I can't stand. Like people's chewing, for instance. I. Can't. Stand. The sound of someone smacking on their gum! And people with colds. They sniff, they cough, you feel like you wanna just hit them or something because they won't freaking blow their nose.

I guess it could be compared to fingernails on a chalkboard. We all know how that sounds. Now imagine every bodily noise other than talking sounding like that. Chewing, blowing noses, sniffing, coughing, doing that annoying boom-chicka-boom-boom guys are doing these days with their mouth, and then there's eating out of chip bags. The crinkling. It's irritating.

Never, ever, joke about any of these things with me because chances are I am going to hit you with all my might. Like, not what I do to Michael in art; playful punching. This is full on "i'm gonna kill you" punching and I do it until you stop.

So my brother has a cold, and he is now sniffing and snorting, and coughing to the extent that i feel like punching him with all my might. And he's doing this in the car!
And then he starts chewing his gum with his mouth open, smacking annoyingly.
So I ask him. "What are you eating?"
"Can you maybe not smack, and chew with your mouth closed?"
"Why does this bother you so much?"
"It just does," I retort angrily. "Now can you please just stop before I hit you?"
Then mom pipes up from the front seat. "Steph, would it kill you to just let it go?"
That's IT. "Look. I. Can't. Help. If. This. Makes. Me. Mad!!! I can't help it if I was born with freaking amazing hearing!! I want it gone. I don't care if God gave it to me for some ability, I DON'T NEED IT!!"
Daniel thinks this is a great time to come it, "Grumpy gills?"
I glare angrily, clenching my fists.
Kristen, "It's not very nice."
"Can we try and be happy?" Daniel asks in a chipper voice.
Daniel, offended. "But can't you be nice?" Chipper, chipper, chipper.
"STOP GIVING ME SO MUCH FREAKING CRAP ABOUT IT!!" I shout at him, "You always do this! Every time I get mad, you always just try and make me hit you! You try!"
"I do not!"
"You do! I HATE IT! It just makes me want to hit you! You want me to get in trouble!"
"No I don't!" Oh, so innocent. }:K
Mom hates it when i'm this mad. "Have you prayed for it to go away? You need to control your anger better. Are you just going to be this way all your life?"
"Sure! God won't take it away! What can I do? Pretend it doesn't happen? I can't do that!"
"You need to be in better control of your anger."
"Have you prayed about it today?"
I stop my rant, heart beating loudly in my throat. "...no." I say quietly.
The car ride is silent from there until I got home. When I got out, I didn't talk to anybody, I didn't even say 'hi' to Bo. I still haven't talked to anybody.

Now i feel aweful.

Thursday, December 11, 2008


Hey! Sorry, I haven't posted in awhile. If any of you have a facebook, you'd understand completely. I got one, and it's sort of addicting for the first month or so...

So last night was White Elephant at Youth Group. It was really fun! Everyone brought goodies to eat and someone brought a bunch of egg nogg (I <3 EGG NOGG!!!) so we sat around and filled ourselves up and watched Josh and Jordan do a ninja contest, and Steve, Caleb, Alex, and Anderson play football with a shoe. Anderson's Shoe. Intense stuff, man.

We played bucketball (pretty much just like ultamate frisby mixed with tackle football and basketball. Will post directions at bottom of post) and the Girls/Leaders won against the Boys! It was SWEET. And after, all the boys were complaining that the whole thing was rigged. I guess they're just not used to getting wupped by girls! Better get used to it.

The Middle School'rs won the semester long battle for the 'Trophy of Greatness'. It (the Trophy of Greatness) is made up of a Cadalac hubcap attached to a bunch of bike parts. Blacklock made it and it's SWEET. So, now us Middle School'rs get a dinner on Blacklock to anywhere we want! Isn't that cool?

And after that, we did White Elephant! I brought a gift of two pillows (one reading 'Chill' on one side, and 'Out' on the other, and another that looks like a 'Tropical Jelly Belly Mix' bag) wrapped in pointcettia wrapping paper, and Sarah Smith was like, "OH MY GOSH I GET STEPH'S GIFT NOBODY TOUCH IT!!" And then she didn't end up with it. It was pretty sad.
I recieved a box inside a box, inside a box, inside a box, inside a box with candles in it. I think i'll put my money in it. Make it difficult for robbers to get to the middle without me waking up ;)


Let me just get this out here: I write in my spare time!


In art, Michael, Kristina, and I have an inside joke where I have two moms (Karen and Liegh, Michael has two dads (Baubra and Kathrine), and Kristina's family is polygamist (Hahaha).
Our teacher thinks we're nuts.

I'M FINE, REALLY!! o_0 *rocks back and forth in fetal position*


Tuesday, November 25, 2008


These are both prints
Me making a face
African Mask

Monday, November 24, 2008

I'm at school. I'm such an outlaw. XD

Monday, November 17, 2008

My Career Options:

Computer Hardware Designer
Costume Designer
Computer Animator
Technical Illustrator
Visual Effects Technician
Civil Engineering Technician
Landscape Architect
Lighting Designer
Multimedia Designer
Electrical Engineer
Movie-TV Camera Operator
Medical Illustrator
Website Designer
Arson Investigator
Acoustical Engineer
Computer Engineer
Naval Architect
Auto Racing Mechanic
Sports Photographer
Environmental Technician

Arson investigator? Sports photographer??? Ooo...acoustical engineer? Cool... oh, and movie camera operator? Sweet.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Paradise Playground RUN IT'S AN EMPLOYEE!!

Okay! So on Friday, me and a bunch of people from Youth Group went to Paradise Playground, which is not paradise by any stretch of the imagination. The employees kept yelling at you if you jumped on something wrong, or if you did something you shouldn't. And then the guy employees kept looking at the girls weirdly and pervertedly.

But it was a heck of a night! IT WAS SO FUN!

There was a room full of lazars you had to try and duck like in Get Smart and there was Mission: Impossible music playing. Steve lost. He ran through ALL of them. Caleb came in second to last.

And there was this one thing called 'Jurrasic Adventure' which was basically a inflatable castle with two inflatable triceratops heads on one side, and two inflatable long-necks (watchamacall'em) on the other (and if you sit right in the middle, you get stuck in the hole the air comes in [i got stuck, and so did Carli, and so did Mason, and so did Steve]), and then in the middle, there's an inflatable volcano you climb up and you can slide down either side.

So Rabekka, Sara Smith, and I were hanging out at the top, and Blacklock and a bunch of the boys (and Carli) started to grab the ropes you climb up and pull on them. They would have pulled the whole thing down, had the employees not screamed for them to stop. Then Sarah all of the sudden screams and falls down one side.

Then later we did an obstical course and the girls won. :D Yay!


over and out,


Thursday, November 13, 2008

I Just Had The Following Text Message Conversation:

Sara: Colten got a hair cut
Me: I know.
Sara: He looks weird
Me: What, did you just see him or something?
Sara: Yeah he road my bus
Me: Ah. Yeah, he does look wierd. But it's also a step towards not being emo. Baby steps, Colten, baby steps XD
Sara: Michael is taking baby steps to become a man
Me: *bursts out laughing*
Me: *still laughing* I know!

But yeah, Colten got a haircut, and now you can see his eyes! It used to be as long as mine (after I got one), and he looked like a sheepdog. Wow! Baby steps...

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

We're On A Bridge, Caleb!

Youth Group 11-12-08:

My mom always bakes things for the youth group because, well, nobody else does. And let's face it, we've got waaay to many teenage boys shooting up like asparagus. So we walk in, and everyone's like "FOOOD!!" and we're tackled by a herd of boys.

Anderson donated a foose-ball table, so four of us (Carli and me vs. Jeeter and Makayla) all play until everyone's wrists and my stabbed thumb hurt. So then Carli and I kind of circled around social circles, avoiding conversations that sound boring, until we get to the Rabecca, Rachel, Sarah Smith, Steve, and Caleb circle.
Steven gave me a high five, and Rabecca said that the noise bothered her, so we did it again. Then he gave Carli one while Caleb and I high fived, and then I clapped in her face and she jumped. Then Caleb clapped in my face, so i clapped in his, and then Carli's, and then Steve's. Then Steve's like, "Did you seriously just do that?"
"Yeah," I counter.
Stare down.

Then after the lesson, Carli, Blacklock, and I were talking and Caleb just walks up and says, "We're on a briiidge, Steph."
My brain goes Oh! I know that! So I say, "We're on a briiidge, Caleb! A magical bridge of hope and won-derrr..."
And then Carli's like, "We're going to the Happy Canyon, Car-liiii!"

Yaaay, Mystery Night's on friday! Can't wait!


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Sara Palin. Para Salin.

So i saw a picture on the internet, and in art class i was really bored, so i drew it.

Monday, November 10, 2008



So yesterday we had the horse trainer over to help us train our horses (no duh).

The trainer asked me what horse I wanted to work with. I said Cocoa. She said that since Keena cut her leg, Kristen could work with Allie because Bonnie isn't broken. So we go out and try and catch Cocoa, but like the little Spirit she is, she runs off. So we halter Allie up and go to work with her in the round pen.

I got to put the bridal around my neck and zip my coat up around it. Keeps the bit warm. Hm.

The trainer has Allie run circles around her, and then she lunges her, and then she's finally ready to ride. We saddle her up, and the trainer rides her. She does great! So they put Kristen on her, and Allie just takes off cantering in circles in the round pen. Her only goal: to get Kristen off her back, which eventually works.
Kristen lands funny, and her ankle starts to hurt, and later, swells.
The trainer is not happy with Allie at this point, so we put her back in the pen with the other horses.
I carry Kristen in, and we ice her ankle, and we can tell it's sprained, because she can't walk on it.

She got to stay home today.


Ow! The chiropractor messed with my neck today and it freaking HURTS.


Sunday, November 9, 2008

I Just Need To Say Something

The Cheesecake Factory has the best strawberry lemonade in the world.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Nader / Palin Twenty-Twelve!!

Whoever's with me, here's the button and lawn sign! NADER / PALIN TWENTY-TWELVE!!! YEAH!!!

I'm not gonna lie, I'm laughing my head off right about now XD

Thursday, November 6, 2008



OBAMA'S PRESIDENT!!! >.< I'm gonna cry,

and we're all gonna DIE

(And I'm gonna laugh when he's assasinated before his term. XD)

And don't you dare post a comment, Michael. I will erase it.

Monday, November 3, 2008

BO-BO!!!! It's Boaaaaaz the Baaaatdoooog!!

Boaz's pictures!!!
Kristen and the Baby Bo Boaz
Nyaaaaawww....it's Bauw-Bauw!

Wanna Hear The Story of How I Stabbed My Hand?

I had to write about it for language arts, so here it goes:

No, Away From Yourself, Idiot

By Steph (*******)

I could hear the faint buzzing of the TV in the background, see and feel the warm light from the antler chandelier, igniting the reds of the walls into a deep and soothing crimson.
I think I was reading, but that part of my memory, I can’t seem to recall. Maybe I was watching with my family, huddled up one of the cool leather couches next to my sister. I don’t know.
I heard my Dad’s heavy footsteps. They sent a low tremor in the floor that I could feel under me from my position on the couch. He was carrying a large bowl of ice cream and a box of grahm crackers. And then I heard the dreaded crunching noise that seems to only pester me. Would it kill him to chew with his mouth closed?
I sat for a few minutes and pretended to watch the TV, but am really just focusing and mentally urging Dad to go downstairs, or any other room, suddenly remembering something he had to do. I wished I had Matilda powers. Frustration clouded my judgment. I could just feel it under my skin, my fists clenched.
I get this feeling often. The best I can do is simply leave the room.
So I did.
I ran up the wooden stairs to my room, the cold oak under my bare feet sent shivers up my back with every step.

I had gotten wood carving supplies the day before, and so I pulled the wittling knives out of their case along with the wood block, and set them on my desk. I selected my tool.
My cat got up to see what I was doing. I gave her a few strokes and shoved her off the table. She shook herself out, and I returned to my carving.
Only, hmm. I couldn’t quite seem to cut this one part just right.
I repositioned my left hand, not realizing it was right in the path of the knife, should it go off coarse, and pressed my hardest against the wood.

Then, suddenly, it was in my hand, in the skin between my thumb and forefinger. Blood spurt out of the puncture, forcing the blade out, raining droplets onto my desk and wood block.
I got up and walked quickly into the bathroom, right next door. Adrenaline poured into my system as my head became light.
“Mom!?” I yelled, “I need help!”
I held my hand over the sink, and the red puddle under it began to get bigger. I heard Mom running up the stairs, already knowing what I had done.
She appeared in the wooden doorframe. Her eyes got big, and she quickly folded six sheets of toilet paper into a pad. “Hold it above your head and press this against it, it should stop the bleeding,” she instructed.
Kristen came in with some hydrogen peroxide in hand. “Jeez, Steph,” she said in a heavily sarcastic voice. “Trying to kill yourself?”
I shook my head and suddenly felt really light. “I need to sit down,” I said, realizing how bright the single bulb hanging from the unfinished wall. I felt like puking.
Mom set me down by the wall and held my hand up. “Put your head between your knees and keep your hand elevated.”
I obeyed.
I heard, “It looks pretty deep.”
Then Kristen’s voice, “Your room looks like someone got murdered in there.”
My hand was numb with pain. I felt stinging, and looked up at Kristen gently taking the blood soaked pad off my hand and replacing it with one soaked in hydrogen peroxide. I winced.
“Hey, Steph,” Kristen said, “How about cutting away from yourself next time?”
I gave a half smile, feeling sick from loss of life juice. “Yeah,” I croaked, “No kidding.”

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Look this up

Look this up on Google Earth:

43°38'46.09"N 115°59'35.81"W

Saturday, November 1, 2008

50 Ways To Annoy Fang

These are links:

50 Ways To Annoy Fang

40 Ways To Annoy Iggy

30 Ways To Annoy Max

And This Is Just Cool, So I'm Posting It

This Is Cool Too

Also Weird and Really Cool

Those last ones were from Google Earth. They're really cool and incredebly weird.


How was trick or treating for you? If that's what you do.

I didn't go. I went and helped out at Slime Time at my church with Steve, Caleb, Alex, and Anderson. It was pretty fun. I manned (well, woman'ed) a trow-a-ball-into-this-hole-and-get-x-amount-of-prizes thing. At first it was you shot it into the hole with a sling-shot, but it broke. So we went with throwing it.

Then, like, halfway through the thing, Josh and Benny (Ben is the shortest asian eleven-year-old alive. I'm not even kidding. He calls me 'Stephy', and is so cute. He's really nice and polite, unlike his two older brothers) and they came with their mom, Denise.

I've known Steve's family since Daniel was born. So, like, forever. We're practically family. Same with Caleb's. Only his family left the church when we got a new pastor, and that made me sad 'cause his little sister I've known since she was born. She's uber cute too. Her name's Aubrey. And his brother Ethan...is just Ethan. He's a red head like Daniel, and they're friends too with another red head named J.T.


And then about fifteen minutes later, Steve, Caleb, Alex, and Anderson showed up and manned some of the other stations. It was funny, 'cause I could hear Caleb across the sanctuary: "STEP RIGHT UP!...

And then we all got shoved into the Cry Room (for babies, and it's soundproof) to take all the candy and put it into a big bag.
And then we hung out for awhile and talked about guy things because i relate to guys so much better than girls. I dunno.

It was just really fun. And then afterwards, Denise gave me some leftover dry ice and i put it into a bowl of water when I got home and went to bed at ten. And that is really early for me on a Friday night.

Over and out,


Thursday, October 30, 2008


I know that i can play really amazing, i'm just reeeeaaaally tired of the songs i'm playing. And my piano teacher is totally thrilled that i'm her student, but i'm not. She won't let me play anything but classics. It's reeeaaally boring. I don't wanna play another Bach song! I wanna play something cool, like music printed from songs i like to listen to. Then i might actually practice once or twice every week ('cause I never do). I could be amazing at something I like to do.

The other day, my mom was saying, "Geez, Steph, it's like you hate the thing."

I DO!!

I found Shawn MacDonald music for the piano at the Christian Book Store the other day. Did I buy it? No! Because my stupid teacher would never let me play that. Ooooh, no.

Seth on the other hand would love to take lessons from her. *elbows ribs*

But, really, i'd like a teacher that could teach me to compose music, because that's what I'd like to do. I keep hearing songs and going over to the piano to plunk them out, but I can't. I can't get the base chords because I don't know how to build them!
X( *rant**rant**rant*

And now Kristen's upstairs playing the music flawlessly for the first time that I just struggled over for half an hour.


Uh-hmhmhm :'(


Hey, found this on Fang's Blog:

Anonymous said...
Hey, Fang, I've got a suggestion:

CELL PHONES. Get them. Seriously. If you could snag a fancy-schmancy laptop that works ANYWHERE and can't be traced, then you should seriously consider swiping some cell phones like that.
One for you, one for Max, one for Iggy, one for Gazzy, one for Nudge, and one for Angel.
Why not? The Flock keeps getting split up, whether because of the Flyboys or Erasers or by *ahem* YOU being stubborn *cough* and I bet it would be a big relief to Max if she had a means of knowing where everyone was with just a little phone call.
You could even call in the middle of a battle, since they're so small and non-bulky, and you guys have plenty of time to make witty banter with whoever you're fighting. Just be like, "Oh hey girlfriend, wassup? You alive? Sweet, me too, barely! What about the others? Cool. Just makin' sure. OKAY LOVE YOU MAX, TOODLES!"

...maybe you won't say that exactly, but whatevs.

Just tryin' to be helpful from down here on the ground.


Monday, October 27, 2008

Okay, So Seth Has A Blog Now

You don't have to read it if you don't want to...but here's the link: Seth's Blog
There's also now a link on my link list.

I repeat, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT!! To whoever voted 'no' to his blog. Clear?


Over and out,


Sunday, October 26, 2008


Tomorrow i get to go back to school. }X( RAAAAAAANT!!!!

I have a lot of homework to do and all of it includes drawing stuff. So my hand hurts really bad, and right now i have a ACE Cold Compress on it.

And now I know that Caleb in fact is a yellow lab. We were Abby's car with Kristen and Abby driving up to the Care Center (nursing home) to do church for them old folks and he picks up a frisby from the back seat.
"This is the coolest frisby ever," he said.
Five minutes later. "This is a cool frisby."
After the Care Center church on the way back down...
"This is the coolest frisby ever."
"This is a cool frisby."
"Do you ever PLAY with this frisby?"
Kristen, Abby, and Me at the same time: "Geez, Caleb!"

Today at church I was talking to Kathy, Chris, and Makayla; and Steven (with Caleb following) runs up and yanks me out of that circle (rudely). This was no friendly take someone by the arm and pull them over. Oh, no. This was full fledged YANK. I swear, I got whip-lash.
So then I find myself in the Caleb, Steven, Anderson circle. And they tell me that I am now their friend.
And then Kristen yanks me out of that circle into her circle and gives me a big hug and yells at Steven.
I got at least thirty high fives today.

And then later, when we were at Word, Steve got mad at Jordan and ran at him, and Jordan moved out of the way just before Steve hit him and Steve literally flew at the couch, rolled over the top, and fell off with a crash. It was so funny. Worthy of movie content.

So yeah, apparently I'm now their new best friend. And I apparently need to go help them with Slime Time on Halloween because they're the only Youth helping and need me to go too.
Steve's like, "Nod your head 'yes'."

Kristina, wanna come with me so i'm not alone with all of them? Please?

Over and Out,


Thursday, October 23, 2008

Horse Pictures!!! Mwaha, but no faces allowed.

So this is like, part II of the Mexican Ghetto Truck Adventure, but everything past the second picture is at our house.

Daniel and I in the Mexican Ghetto Truck. Kristen's to my right, but she's not in the picture. Haha!

Kristen and I with Bonnie (brown one) and Allie (cream one)

From Left: Bonnie, Allie, Cocoa, and Keena

<==Allie Keena==>
<==Bonnie Cocoa==> Neighbor Horse===>

<==Allie Bonnie==>

<==Me <=Kristen Cocoa=>

<=Cocoa Kristen=>


This is what i'm wearing RIGHT NOW. A wool hat , fleece jacket, pajama pants (well, and a pj shirt), and my skate shoes. And the scanner's light took forever to warm up 'cause, well, IT'S FROZEN.
Does anybody else bundle up like they're camping in their basement?
And I slept in my sister's room on a cot because she had a space heater in there, and that threw my back out of whack because have scoliosis.

Hehe, and my new haircut gives me severe bed-head.

And the computer's running slow because it's frozen


Well, i think i'll go upstairs where the temperature is at least above freezing.

Over and out,


Wednesday, October 22, 2008

NOBAMA '08!!!!

Hahaha. Sorry, Michael.

I drew these while waiting for the Sims 2 to load.


Okay, so the heater's broken in our house, and we live where there is nothing to block the stupid wind out. Like, no trees.
So my room is literally a fridge, and Kristen's is literally a freezer. My wood floor is so cold i could go ice skating. And I clearly need some more blankets on my bed.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

OKAY let's talk back pains and minor scoliosis

I went to the ciropractor today and he told me I had flat feet, and that that was affecting my posture, and making my backbone slanted. (AT A LITERAL ANGLE)
And that the second verabre on the right side of my neck is messed up and that might be yet another reason I get migranes.
And that I have a minor form of scoliosis, and that's because my feet are flat and my body has to adjust to having my head launch forward because of my back and then my back has to adjust so that my eyes remain level.


click on that, my form is more like the picture on the right. It's really minor, but extremly painful.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Steph Went on an Adventure in a Rainbow Ghetto Truck. She Found a Painted Pony and a Burrito

Today we had an adventure. My dad bought this aweful truck that cost half of the ATV to pull the horse trailor. It has a rainbow stripe on the side, just like our retro RV.

I think my dad has something for the 80's.

So we drove up to Buena Vista to get the other two horses, and it took pretty much all day. Three hours down, three back. All i brought was four CD's (with the player), a pillow, and a book (which i did not end up reading). My sister got me to bring my iPod, but i didn't end up using that either.
I got the middle seat, with Daniel on the left, and Kristen on the right. Daniel almost made me carsick when he dicided to get out his pretzels and blueberry cream cheese from the cooler. I told him i'd puke on him, so he took one last bite and put them away.

We also ate at a diner, and we sat in the mexican corner with tiles. My mom looked for burritos on the menu.

He brought many things. It was like, "I need this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and two pairs of shoes (????)."
I only brought one pair XD

So we got Allie and Bonnie to go with Keena and Cocoa (WHO I AM SO RENAMING!!! Any ideas?). We got home with the trailor, and Keena and Cocoa start whinnying, like, "OMG IT'S ALLIE AND BONNIE!"

There's a pile of gold under every rainbow pickup.

Over and out,


Saturday, October 18, 2008

Bleaaaah. Spludge.

I think Michael got me sick. } :-(

I feel nauseous...

Thursday, October 16, 2008


these are for Michael, and Michael only. Michael, are these okay? I made them today, and it only took a few minutes.
Oh, and by the way, Kristina and I are mad at you.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

:D Yaaay, Youth Group!

Hahaha. Okay, so today at youth group we played this game where we had, like, twenty balloons per team, and you had to try and pop other teams balloons and guard your own. Only my team abandoned me to guard while they ran around and popped balloons, which is not good considering there are a lot of guys in the youth that are, like, two times stronger than me.

Well, except for Caleb. He and I are a pretty even match. He only got to one balloon. But, heck. Then Conner just storms in with Steve, and, woah. I...can't even begin to guard. You just hear this chaotic pop! pop! pop! 'cause I have to stand aside. Or get bloody flattened.
But it makes me happy I can hold my own against Caleb and Alex. XD

Then we watched a movie about following the steps of the rabbi. Like, in the old Jewish days, young boys studied the Torah, having Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy completely memorized, until they were ten, and then most went on to apprentice to the family business. But the best of the best continued, memorizing and studying --

(Joshua, Judges, Ruth, 1st and 2nd Samuel, 1st and 2nd Kings, 1st and 2nd Chronicles, Ezra, Nehemiah, Esther, Job, Psalm, Ecclesiastes, Song of Solomon, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations, Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos, Obediah, Jonah, Miccah, Nehem, Habakkuk, Zepheniah, Haggai, Zachariah, and Malachi) --

They had that much memorized. And then the best of the best of the best would look for a Rabbi to follow, to be a disciple of. They would tell the rabbi, "I want to do what you do! I want to be like you!"
So the Rabbi would drill them on questions about the Torah, about the Bible, and about God. If he was dissatisfied, he would say, "You know, maybe this isn't the best thing for you. Go, continue your family business."
But if they passed, the Rabbi would say, "Come, follow me."

Now when Jesus went out to find deciples, he went to look amongst those who didn't make it. Those who didn't make the cut. Jesus saw two brothers fishing, Peter and James. They were fishermen, the lowest of the low. Then Jesus said, "Come, follow me."
And they dropped their nets and followed him. This has always sounded wierd to me, 'cause, like, why would you just drop everything and follow a stranger? Because he's a rabbi and he thought that they could do what he did.
They had missed the cut, and yet they'd been chosen to follow.

That's what we are. We have been called by the Rabbi, the BIG one! Even though we didn't make the cut (by any stretch of the imagination). We. Are. Not. Good. Enough! And yet God says he wants to hang out with us, and he wants us to follow him! He thinks we could do what he does!

And then after the lesson, we had a tickle war. Kathy, the asian girls, Makayla and I stuffed Kristen in a trash bag and dumped her by the trash can. Then Kathy tickled her. XD
And then someone found two finger blasters, and we shot those at each other while tickling the ticklish.
Did anybody know that Caleb is, like, really ticklish? Neither did Blacklock.
And then a few kids broke out of the fight into a social circle. It was me, Kristen, Steven, Josh, Chris, Conner, and Kathy.
Josh thinks we should name one of our horses Josh Jr. And one Steven It.

So yeah, that was one of the more eventful and fun days at youth group!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

This is kinda hard

Okay, so i have to write a paper against the War on Terror, even though i'm for it. This is so hard, because i'm totally against everything I wrote below. So...here it is:

Imagine you are a salesman at the World Trades Center, in New York. It’s been a usual morning on the morning of September the eleventh, 2001. Maybe you went and got some coffee at the local Starbucks before heading off to work. But at 8:46 am, all of the normality diminished. Because at precisely at 8:46, the North Tower was hit by American Airlines Flight 11, and following, at 9:03, American Airlines Flight 175 flew into the South Tower. Maybe you escaped, and maybe you didn’t.
Now imagine you are at home, about thirty years of age, and mother of a single bundle of joy, your eight month year old daughter, Lily. You’re feeding her baby food with a spoon, grinning when she smiles at you with her three teeth. That’s when your attention flicks to the TV that’s flipped to the news channel.

“…yes, and this happened just this morning! Two planes crashed into the twin towers, many people were killed…”

Your heart stops, and you look at your little girl. She has blonde little curls and rosy, pink cheeks. Her bright blue eyes flick towards you, and she gives you a gay little smile. She looks just like her dad when she grins like that, the way her soft little dimples for parenthesis around her mouth.

He was in that building.

Terror. A noun meaning a sharp, overpowering, intense fear. The war that is against fear. The War on Fear.
The War on Terror.

The War has created terror in most citizens of the United States. Do you not look at Arabs differently than your parents had before the attack? This is what some Afghan men plotted for years while they hid in caves: a culture of fear. Politicians can now tell us that they’ll make so-and-so safer, and our attention is naturally drawn to whichever canadate is promising this. It targets a direct emotion when someone says ‘the War on Terror’.
Here’s the thing: the War on Terror should not have been started.
The war has caused us to panic, raising security almost everywhere, especially in airports. A lot of people are afraid of flying for fear of being hijacked. We can not teach our children to fear the Arab people, most of which, played no part in this evil.
War causes grudges between countries that have fought for years. And I do not believe that it is a very safe idea to be fighting against another country with weapons of mass destruction. Because we could easily be wiped out.

We need a stronger leader before going to war, somebody who knows what to do and when. We do not need troops in Iraq. We should take care of problems here, in the US, because we are the priority. Country first. By slowly pulling our troops out of Iraq, we are giving them the opportunity to strengthen their own militia. Immediate withdrawl might just be the fuel we need to get rid of the violence.

Monday, October 13, 2008

So i have noticed

That my life kinda runs off the Youth Group battery. Heard of that brand? Like, i have something to look forward to and to drag me through Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. (urg...still spell that thinking, 'okay...WED - NES - DAY').
And that, pick anyone in that room minus the people in the only clique and the middle school guys (count them, three), and i would trust them with my life. I could trust any one of them, minus those people, with anything.

Although, I probably couldn't trust Steve and Caleb with an egg and tell them not to break it all week, but you get the drift. ('cause trust me, it would break)

But...right now i feel like going to youth group right now, 'cause i'm in need of some friends to talk to and be totally undignified and to rip off the stupid school mask.
'Cause i am not blank and expressionless at home and at church. Ooooh, no. I do not answer questions worth at least a sentance with two words.

And I give hugs (TO GIRLS, MIND YOU). I really need a hug right now and i don't know why. I'm gonna go find Kristen...

Michael may not beleive me, but it's true. I am a hug reciever.
Aaand...i'm not at school. Because i do not trust most people there. I feel insecure and tense there. And if Michael tried to hug me, he knows he'd get kicked. (theory from last year PROVEN)

Uh-hoom. *pout* I need my Church Family... :-(

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Don't pay attention to this, 'cause i'm gonna delete it once i get it printed off at school. Thanks! (sorry, trying to learn guitar by ear)


Okay, so i raided a coloring page site and found a picture and painted it so it looks like my horse. My horse is a Dunn, but she is also Buckskin and Indian Paint. She is so pretty! I need to get a picture of her on here soon (and Kristina, you need to come over soon!).

Today, my mom's friend and her two girls (both older that 15) came over and helped us get our barings on horsey's.
I learned how to round pen, but i couldn't ride my horse (still coming up with a name, only i can't tell you her full name because you could literally find me and kill me with that name because she's a regestered horse.

I don't know how many of you yahoos are crazy maniac mass murderers who plan to kill me at the first piece of info you get of me, but it's a risk.

I AM NOT A CRAZY FREAK SHOW MASS MURDERER!! I swear, i'm not. (Don't listen to any comments that Michael may post about that statement, okay? Okay.)

Oh, and Michael? OBAMA IS A BUTT HEAD!! When he comes to kill us, we're gonna send Boaz after him, charge him on our horses, and we are gonna LOCK HIM IN THE HORSE TRAILOR!! YEAH!!

And then we'll throw Molly in there with him to finish 'im off. XD


So yeah, 10-4, over and out.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Sorry, Couldn't Resist

"Read the questions below, type your answer into flikr search and pick a picture from the first page of search results you like most.

"First name? Favorite food? High school you go/went to? Favorite color? Favorite Celebrity?Favorite drink? Dream vacation? Favorite dessert? What do you want to be when you grow up?What do you love most in life? What's one word that describes you? Flikr name?

I'm just gonna give you my answers: 1) Stephany; 2) Ice Cream; 3) Um...I'm not gonna tell you this one; 4) Blue; 5) Kiera Knightly; 6) Mango Smoothie; 7) Africa; 8) Bundt Cake; 9) Artist; 10) My God. 'Cause he's the one true God, and he loves me; 11) Music/Being Steph-like (you'd get this if you knew me in real life); 12) Don't have one.

Hey, we got horses today!!! I'm so happy! We got Keena and Cocoa, and they don't like carrots. Okay, did you ever get those toys when you were a kid that were, like, plasic horses? I'll bet they came with little plasic carrots. But my horse and Kristen's horse don't like them.

It's raining, and cold, and I'm wearing my awesome amish jacket, my blue Hello Kitty fleece pajama pants that i hate, and blue socks.

10-4, over and out.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Our daschund just tried to kill our schnoodle. I am not even kidding.
I wake up, and all i hear is daniel screaming and a muffled "Rrr-rur-rur-rur". And i'm like, "Oh crap," so i go downstairs to knife-hand Molly (dashcund) in the back, but Dad's already on it. And Maggie (schnoodle)'s mouth is bleeding and Dad said that Molly was hanging on to it with her teeth like her life depended on it.

Geez that thing is so evil.

Yeah, so you remember what daschunds can do next time you reach down and say "Oh...!! She's so cute!!! Because that thing could kill you. I swear.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Okay, you asked for it...

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-haaa! , the Hit Crew

Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I'd go berserk?
Well. . .

You left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind
And. . .

They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed
You laughed when I had said
That losing you would make me flip my lid
Right. . .

You know you laughed,
I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed and laughed
And then you left
But now you know I'm utterly mad!
And. . .

They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

I cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?!!
Hah. . .

Well you just wait
They'll find you yet
And when they do they'll
Put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!

And. . .They're coming to take me away, HA HA
They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!


Okay, so Michael and Kristina begged me to put this on here.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


(yeah, so i don't know who's read the last post or what, but, hey, there are NO COMMENTS.)

"Should I start this song off with a question?
Or should I say what's on my mind.
(Add a cello here to add a sad impression).
Cause I'm not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
I didn't vote (though I'm not proud), cause I'm Canadian, and I'm not allowed.
Give it a go or throw in the towel.
Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind." (only ironic because i had an orchestra concert today)

Hehe...Caleb gets 'runner's high'. He's in cross-country. Like, "Whoo-hoo! Haha, hee hee, ho ho, five miles to go! Hee hee, haha, ho ho..."
I can so see him skipping about and singing that. XD

Oh, hey, Newman? My computer swallowed one of your blank CD's. And yes, i mean what i mean when i say that my computer swallowed a CD.
Sorry 'bout that. Did you know there's 322 Michael Newman's in the US? I searched it to see if it was safe to use your whole name on my blog. Apparently yes.
But there's only three Kristina ______ in the US. So i'm not gonna use your whole name. There aren't any Stephany ______ in America. Apparently i'm not regestered. But there are 72 Stephany's in Colorado. Spelled with a 'Y'.

Has anyone else noticed that me and my friends (Newman, Kristina, and Ruby) are really loud with their typing? Like we use THE BIG LETTERS and the bold letters and the BIG AND BOLD LETTERS. And we say the randomest things.

Ya know?

Anyway, 10-4, over and out.

(Oh, and hey, Read the post before this and COMMENT ON IT!!!)

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Hahaha...Guys Are So Wierd


I'm wearing stripes today. If any of my friends from school saw me in this, they be like, "What the heck, Steph."

Okay, so today at church, my family got there way to early because me mum and dad were going up to the nursin' home. So Kristen, Daniel, and I got to sit in the near-empty 'socializing' room (as i call it) and mess around. My siblings ended up on the ONLY two chairs, so i got the floor. I text Kristina.

Me: Hi
Kristina: Hi
Me: Whatcha doing
Kristina: Watchin tv
Me: I'm at church. I'm super early. XD
Christina: Oh, wow
Me: I know. I'm just sitting around watching people.

(Our youth leaders Blacklock and Abby arrive)
"Morning ladies," he says.
"Brian! Daniel is not a lady!" Abby scolds.
Blacklock does a classic 'blacklock' shrug. "Sorry."

Kristina: I hav 2 do the whole patent project 2day, yuck
Me: Me too. I kinda forgot how to do that...what do we write about?
Kristina: I hav no diea, thats y i havnt started it yet

(Steven, Josh [Steve's brother], Michael [ANDERSON], and Cameron [can't remember last name...he works at Little Cesar's] arrive)

Me: Oh. Well i gotta go...

"Hey, Steph." I look up. Steve towers over me [kinda because i'm sitting on the ground and he's so much taller than me], and so does Josh, Michael, Cameron, and Blacklock.
"Hi Steve."

Kristina: K bi

I look at Kristen. "They're so tall," I whispered, standing up. Steven gives me a high five, and the seven of us form a circle and start talking. Only, i'm kinda stuck behind Steve and Kristen. Heh. Then the two new girls from Singapore join the circle and i'm totally cut off.
"Um, hey, can you people, like move a bit that way? I'm feeling kinda excluded," I say to Kristen from behind Steve.
"Aw," Steve says, and puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into the circle between him and Kristen. "Now...you are part of the cir-cle," he says gesturing.
Yeah, no kidding.

Okay, and this was the funniest thing that happened to me ALL DAY.

So after service, Caleb shows up. And me, Kristen, Daniel, Anderson, Steven, and Caleb were hanging out, and Steve goes, "Hey, look at this awesome Matrix Fitness stuff. Caleb, 'cmon, yeah like that. You get down in the push-up position and hold it. Like this."
And they, and Anderson, stay that way for a minute before Steven beats them [Caleb having no arm strength at all]. Never-the-less, he flexes his arm afterwards. I was trying sooo hard not to laugh.
And then all the boys do wall-sits without a wall, and i join them. And I win.
And then all the guys were being all 'manly'.
Then our youth leader Chris comes over, "Why do guys always do stuff like this when girls are around?"

It was funny.

And then I got hit in the face with Steve's Arizona Tea 'cause he was wondering what i was doing while he was helping Blacklock glue things for three hours [because i didn't have an excuse and honestly didn't know anything about it, and Kristen did have an excuse] and play a game of 'light sabers' against Caleb and find out that i'm just as strong as he is. If not stronger.

And that's what my Sunday was like.


If you dare frickin copy this i'll beat you up, then send Boaz after you, then sick the Big Bad Wolf on you, and then i'll run my horse over y-

Get my gist? Okay, so i had to write this paper for Social Studies, and I had very vegue instruction, and i don' t get it. So...just comment and tell me how bad it is *covers face*


Steph [last name oooo not telling you what that is since i'm the only Stephany [last name] in the world (i googled it)]
Core 1Technology

The technology we used one hundred years ago, and the technology we use now is phenomenal. Like, toilets! I mean, it sounds really funny, but really. Toilets have had a big effect on the way our houses are built, and the way we live. According to an article at Worldinfo.com, “…high density cities could not be possible without toilets.” Nowadays, you can’t just empty a chamber pot from the window of your apartment! That’s disgusting! Even though some of the world’s most advanced societies one hundred years ago did, they had a certain system that worked around chamber pots. We assume that toilets have been around for a long time, because they’re so simple, and common. But that in fact is not true. It is a very modern device for handling human waste. And it does a pretty good job of it too.
Running water is also a luxury that people two hundred years ago did not have. Tap/running water changes the whole aspect of searching for water that’s drinkable. They had to boil it in order to be able to even drink it without getting sick. Now, all we need to do is, just, turn a handle, and, hey!, clean, drinkable, water. Hardly any energy used at all.
(http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~scotch/innovation/inventing_email.pdf ) The telephone is also a great and convenient thing. Two hundred years ago, they had something called the Pony Express. And you sent letters to people using people who risked their lives on horseback to deliver to a loved one your important message. One hundred years ago, there was a train that could do that for you. Until about the 1960’s, you had to write to somebody to get mail, with just a pen and paper. But that all changed just as soon a man named Bolt Beranek came up with a way to sent electronic text messages from one computer to another, thus the beginning of email.
In 1347, the Black Death broke out in Europe. Did they have the technology to save hundreds of lives? No. You see, today, many diseases you get are curable. The modern technology enables us to find cures for almost any illness or injury you may face.
One hundred years ago, if my sister had been born, she would have died. Born without a thyroid, and a month too early, there would have been no hope for her. No incubator to keep her warm, medicine to make sure she grew. She would have died. But, no. Instead, she was born in the twentieth century, and there were doctors who knew what they were doing, and who would not rest until they were sure that that infant lived. Technology, it’s a wonderful thing isn’t it?


Did that suck? I think it did.
I read most of ':D :D :D :D :D' that i put on the last post 0-O XD

Saturday, October 4, 2008


:D :D :D :D :D

If you like Skillet, you might like these too.

Thousand Foot Krutch (TFK)
I swear, they should put some of this music on the Maximum Ride movie. It would so fit. Yeah, they're Christian, but that's the only kind of music i listen to. XD

TobyMac, my gosh, he's creative.

Shawn MacDonald, i love his music!! If you don't already love Shawn MacDonald, you will now! He's kinda like Steven Curtis Chapman, but cooler. I mean he has a glockenspiel. How cool is that? My mom bought this CD. I am sooo happy!!!

You Are Everything, just out of random.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Okay, so this is pretty good too

If you can handle the faxness. But still.
Here's the link: !!!!!!!

and this: !!!!!! is pretty good too. Oh the suspence. *taps fingers against lips* Oooo.

I feel so sorry for Carli (didn't mean to rhyme) because she's at Kelly's birthday party, being forced to watch Hannah Montannah against her will. :-/ Sad day!!



Okay, so I got this ginormous bruise on my arm because I ran through a door while it was closing (and a weird series of bright red scrapes on my wrist from falling in a soccer net) and Kristina told me to tell Michael I got in a fist fight with Steven (friend from youth group) and I won, and he believed me. Art class is sooo fun. I have both Kristina and Michael in that class and they sit on either side of me. It's a riot.


Quote from the second fanfic:

Angel nodded. “Okay, I was just wondering!” She turned and skipped back in her room, and I close the door just as I heard her say, “I do think you too are perfect for each other though!”
I turned around and felt my face get hot. I saw Fang smirking.
“What?” I said, acting as if I wasn’t blushing.
He shook his head and turned his smirk into a small smile.
“You’re blushing.”
“Are not.”
“Are too.”
“Are not.”
“Are too.”
“Are not.”
“You’re so stubborn.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are.
“Yes.” How long was this going to go on?
“You’re proving my point.” Fang said.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

You People Have to Read This

This is awesome!! FANFICTION ROCKS!!!

(when you're done with a chapter, go to the bottom and get the next)

It's cool, and fax, and Maximum Ride.

Monday, September 29, 2008


Now, see, this doesn't work. I can totally see Michael cracking up about this, so just SHUT UP.

Kristina really wants me to write. She doesn't understand that writing takes thinking, and you don't always have the time to think, or write. Or both.
I can't just write, and write, and write, and write. I am not a book. And, no, Kristina, i'm sorry. You can't read me.

Okay, so now we're clear on this?



Saturday, September 27, 2008


Hero, by Superchic[k]

No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong do you go along?
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It's not like you hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Any kindness from you might have saved his life

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight
For what's right for what's right for what's right

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can't handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight
For what's right for what's right for what's right

No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesn't know he's a leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he's made
He lives on the edge, he's old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine
He can do what he wants because it's his right
The choices he makes change a nine year old's life

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight
For what's right for what's right for what's right

Little Mikey D. was the one in class who everyday got brutually harassed
This went on for years until he decided that never again would he shed another tear
So he walked through the door, grabbed a four four out of his father's dressing drawer
And said I can't take life no more
And like that life can be lost
But this ain't even about that
All of us just sat back and watched it happen
Thinkin' it's not my responsibility to solve a problem that isn't about me
This is our problem
This is just one of the daily scenarios which we choose to close our eyes
Instead of doing the right thing
If we make a choice and be the voice for those who won't speak up for themselves
How many lives would be saved, changed, rearranged
Now it's our time to pick a side
So don't keep walkin' by
Not wantin' to intervene
Cause you wanna exist and never be saved
So let's wake up and change the world
Our time is now

You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right [our time is now!]
You could be a hero
You might save a life [our time is now!]
You could be a hero,
You could join the fight [our time is now!]
For what's right for what's right for what's right

Thursday, September 25, 2008

not again!!

I got suspended from neopets for, and i quote, "discussing political or religious views of any kind"

Whoops. Christianity kinda boiled over again.

I think I have trouble on this site *bits lip*


*nyurg!!* bleah. I have issues.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I had this stuck in my head all day. Now you can too!

These Pages, Mainstay <==that's a link, so click on it.

Go tell the world that there is nothing here to hide
It seems like everyone's been covering their eyes


Words that You didn't say were haunting these pages
Faces You didn't make were all I was seeing
The way that they painted You wasn't a picture of one in control -
and I don't think they know
who you are

Build brackets around You so You can come out clean
We tried to give You limits that You didn't need


Words that You didn't say were haunting these pages
Faces You didn't make were all I was seeing
The way that they painted You wasn't a picture
of one in control -
and I don't think they know
who you are

You can order all this heartbreak
You don't need my permission to move
I wish they would just stop trying to filter You out
We've got nothing to prove


Words that You didn't say were haunting these pages Faces You didn't make were all I was seeing The way that they painted You wasn't a picture
of one in control -
and I don't think they know
who you are
Have you been here? Pandora.com is awesome!!! They make a radio station with all your favorite music on it. It's wicked sweet.

Monday, September 22, 2008


I posted on my writing blog again, so, like, ¡andalĂ©! ¡andalĂ©! ¡Arrrrrrrriba!!!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Uuuurg!!! I hate piano!!

Okay. So I'm, like, reaaally over jealous of Kristen's skills on the piano. You could plop a random piece of music in front of her, and she could play it.
I, on the other hand, cannot read notes to save my life.
On the cello it's different. One note equals a certain position on the cello. Like, first finger on the D string. If you asked me what note that was, I'd tell you that i don't know.
But on the piano, I'm just handicapped.

I was practicing today, and realized that if i took my little key for figuring out cello notes (base cleff) and applied it to the piano, i could read the base cleff. I knew the song sounded like on the piano, 'cause I've heard Kristen play that before.
I can play by ear, so i put two and two together and got music. I read the base cleff notes, and played the trouble cleff by ear. I felt pretty dang proud of myself. It sounded good, I could play music! This was great! Now I'm--
"Are you actually reading, or just sounding it out?" Kristen is standing behind me.
"Um...i can read base cleff now. I just know what it sounds like."
"It sounds really plunky."

My happy glow fails, and my bubble bursts. My breakthrough has been repaired to it's original state. "Oh."
I thought i was doing really well.

Thanks a lot, Kristen.

I put another chapter on my writing blog. So go read it.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

I wasn't supposed to do that? Sorry TNT!

I got suspended from Neopets for discribing a skin tone on roleplay. My suspentions only lasts for another 20 hours and 7 minutes.

wish me sanity!

I just re-read my blog. I have a really nutty life, ya know?

Monday, September 15, 2008

cough, sneeze, snort, wipe nose, clear throat, repeat

Does anyone else have a cold? *coughs* *sneezes* *snorts* *wipes nose* *clears throat*
I mean, it really sucks you know? Like, big time? Not fun.
I had to take these cough drops that numb your throat. Bleah. Wonder Drops. HAAAAAALLELUJAAAAAH.

*pouts* Colten sits next to me in Rock. }:-(


*COUGH*!!! *COUGH*!!!

I re-posted some writing on my other blog. PLEASE go read it!!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

{it's a} "AAAAAAUHHH!!!! A RAT!!!" {rat's nest}

I was working at this lady from church's house, and she, Kristen, and I were working outside. So she (I'm just gonna call her Mrs. Jones) was sweeping the deck [because of the owl turd everywhere], and noticed that there was some of her greenery under the grill. She thought that it was because of the hail storm they'd had, and that the wind just pushed it under. Then it donned on her.
"Hey, guys? Can you help me move the grill? I think there's something living in there."
So we walk over and move it. Then there's, like, urine stains on the deck below it. She groans.
I pipe up, gasping. "Can i open it?! Can I!?"
"Um...sure," she says, standing back.
So we take the cover off the grill, and I lift the lid...
...and there's this rodent that looks like a mouse on steroids. *
"AAAAAUUHHH!!! A RAT!!!" Mrs. Jones shreiks.
I onto the deck rail (and Kristen jumps off the deck) and watch it run off.
And there's a nest (i kid you not), and it looked like a little rat condo.
So, yeah. Now i know the truth to it when my mom used to tell me that my hair looked like a rat's nest.
> ^.^<
We're getting four horses! Coaco [**], Keena, Allie, and Bonnie. They're pretty.
Boaz rolled in poop today *ew*
*if you can tell me where i'm quoting from you win a free pat on the back

Thursday, September 4, 2008

{shh!!} A person's a person no matter how small {you'll wake the baby!!}

Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? *cough* Michael.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Oh. My. Gosh.

These people are so incredable cool!! Piano Tribute Players *pokes Ruby*

Like, they have my favorite band.

Skillet, Piano Tribute Players
Whispers in the Dark
The Last Night
Yours to Hold
Falling in the Black
Better than Drugs

(these are links. so don't just sit there staring like an idiot, click!)

And Relient K
Sadie Hawkins Dance
The Best Thing
Be My Escape

The Fray
How to Save a Life

Let's not forget, Chris Tomlin

Listen to one or two.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

100th post (see older ones on this particular inccident)

FRICK! ow ow ow ow ow. OW, gaah, it HURTS!

I think i hit something in my thumb, and it hurts to move it. I taped it in place with hocky tape, but, frick, it hurts. Crap! OW!

at least i get to go to urgent care and miss school *weak smile* OW

Monday, August 25, 2008

Has anyone here ever, i dunno, STABBED themselves CARVING?

OMG. blood everywhere. does anyone carve stuff with wood?
now i can't use mt left hand, and now i am handicapped and reduced to 'hunting and pecking' on the keyboard. i am left handed, so this is a problem.
have fun watching me put my make-up on one handed!

~stephtan hook