I HATE PIANO!!!

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.

AND I CAN'T FREAKING READ THE STUPID FREAKING NOTES!!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRUUUGGGHHH!!!!

Uh-hmhmhm :'(

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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.

-Erin

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?

Okay!

Over and out,

Steph

Sunday

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.
Okaaaay...
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,

Steph

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=>

Oh, so you think YOU'RE COLD? I'M FREEZING IN MY OWN HOUSE!!

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

too.

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

Over and out,

Steph

NOBAMA '08!!!!

Hahaha. Sorry, Michael.

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

MY. HOUSE. IS. LIKE. A. FREAKING. FRIDGE!!!

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.

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.

http://www.scoliosiscorrectioncenter.com/images/untold01.jpg

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

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,

Steph

Bleaaaah. Spludge.

I think Michael got me sick. } :-(

I feel nauseous...

IGNORE THESE!!!

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.

: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.
Haha.

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

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.

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... :-(

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)

HORSES!!!

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

Mwahaha.

So yeah, 10-4, over and out.

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.

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.

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!

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

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

DID I MENTION HOW MUCH I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T COMMENT???

(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!!!)

Hahaha...Guys Are So Wierd

I REALLY DID STAB MYSELF!! HENCE THE SCAR!!! OH THE HORROR!!!

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.

Awkward...
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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.

AND THEN I READ FANFICTION FOR FOUR HOURS!!!!

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*

AND DON'T FRIGGIN COPY IT!!! I AM LOOKING AT YOU, MICHAEL. I. SWEAR.


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?

http://www.wordinfo.info/words/index/info/view_unit/3950
http://encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761588279/Black_Death.html
http://encarta.msn.com/column_10greatestinventions_tamimhome/the_10_greatest_inventions.html)

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

Oooooo

: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

• Everyone Like Me (this is SO fang's theme song)
• Phenomenon (flock's theme)
• Last Words
• Step to Me (flockish, fangish, faxish)
• Broken Wing (max's theme)
• I Climb
• Quicken
• Supafly

TobyMac, my gosh, he's creative.

• One World
• Made to Love

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!!!

• Captivated (of course)
• Clarity
• Wash Me Clean
• Shadowlands

You Are Everything, just out of random.

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!!


AAAAUGGGH!!! I'M ADDICTED TO FANFIC!!!

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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.

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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.
“No!”
“Yes.” How long was this going to go on?
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“You’re proving my point.” Fang said.