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| I think i believe much of the mystery associated with the fast-skin is
mental. My evidence: I somehow shoved my gigantic...torso into a
size 26 suit. I was packed in so thoroughly and so tightly that
as i jumped before my race there was no movement. absolutely
none. At this point, the fast-skin was so tight it wasn't making
me any more streamlined - in fact it was doing the exact opposite - it
was so tiny that the suit was creating more bulges than it sould have
been getting under control. Ah well, i think i am in no position
to whine about being less streamlined, because clearly i was
streamlined enough. Thanks to all my buddies, playfellows, chums,
sidekicks, homeboys/homegirls (sorry, i won't say that again... thats a
lie.), amigos, schoolmates, compadres, and kindred spirits for just
being so wonderful. magnificent. suberb. lovely. delightful. super.
great. fantastic. terrific. tremendous. sensational. incredible.
fabulous. out-of-this-world. awesome. far-out. peachy. dandy. neat. and
swell. Your hugs were just so... sweet (and some raunchy).
I felt (and feel) so... strongly i can't even express myself
coherently. so, thank you.
You know what i love? The thesaurus, because:
1. it single-handedly saved my college essays. They went from
being merely eloquent to eloquent, stong, forceful, persuasive,
articulate, expressive, and lucid. I love words.
2. It sounds like the name of a dinosaur, and sometimes i wish it was a
dinosaur. i wonder if it were a dinosaur, what would it look
like? (when i was little i watched "The Land Before Time" like
everyday. I always wanted to be a "long-neck"... ahh how i
grooved on little foot)
You know what i hate? when someone says something and you react the
wrong way... So someone was talking about how he wouldn't have to worry
about something and i was like "ohh (pause) that sucks." I only
realized that what he was saying was a good thing like at least 20
seconds too late to say anything to correct my vile error. bah, how
awkward.
Oh and i think people should stop calling me sweaty. and by "people" i mean tracy and my mother.
case 1: water polo season. we were doing chin-ups and tracy gives
me a hug. my armpit was SLIGHTLY moist from all the physical
exertion so it stuck to tracy's shoulder. we were both
somewhat disgusted but quickly got over it. or so i thought.
tracy turns to maggie to tell her a story about me and in stead of
saying "so, stepho did this..." she says "so SWEATO did this..." she
called me SWEATO completely on accident. ouch.
case 2: my mom was talking on the phone to my dad about my upcoming swim
meet when COMPLETELY out of the blue my mom calls me "sweaty" instead
of steffie. again, ouch.
anyway, i think i have wasted enough space talking about nothing.
oh, T minus ONLY THREE WEEKS UNTIL THANKSGIVING, POSSIBLY MY FAVORITE
HOLIDAY(because you don't waste time on gifts, that means more time for
fooood, although i do enjoy christmas music).
oh oh, and good luck to boys water polo. Dustin, i am thrilled
you like my (although, alas, i guess its yours now) poster.
poster-making was pretty therapeutic and an absolutely wonderful way to spend 2 hrs not doing homework.
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| - So i love reading yearbook notes b/c you're reminded
of all the little inside jokes and stories of the year. Yesterday
I was reading my yearbook instead of studying for finals, and my friend
reminded me of this priceless moment in history:
so we were in history class one morning and we were
talking about how america is going to war on all fronts: a war with
iraq, a war on terrorism, a war on drugs, and a war on poverty...
then someone asked: who would you fight in a war on poverty? i
spoke up and said "the war on poverty is a war on poor people!
yeah, thats right, hit 'em while their down..." now i said this as a
complete joke but the rest of the class just stared at me in horror as
if i had just pooped in my pants and had then smeared it all over the
walls... ohhh, the silence was excruciating.
ahh fond memories...
So today was my last day of finals- my last day of
junior year! I went out to lunch and then I went to ben and jerry’s to
get my FAVORITE: the ben and jerry’s mango smoothie! But the lady who
made it put a banana in it- A BANANA! Who the crap puts a banana
in a mango smoothie?!?!?!! Bananas go in BERRY smoothies, not in
mango smoothies! Needless to say my day was practically ruined… I
mean it’s the last day of junior year, I kind of expected god to part
the clouds, float down, smile at me benevolently, and give me a pat on
the back for a year of excruciating work, but all I got was a fucked up
smoothie that tasted like a banana tree had crapped in a Tropicana
factory. But my day got a whole lot better- I saw Batman Begins
with my male sibling! What a fantasmic movie! The only bad
part was that I was so involved in the movie that I forgot to take my
sweatshirt off when I overheated mid-film, hence I came out of the
movie kind of purple in the face, but the movie was well worth it… I
totally groove on Christian Bale…mmmm….suddenly I knew my day would not
be ruined by the banana excrement.
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| - Wow, ever so much has happened since the last update. Well, as i know
everyone knows, but i'll say it again anyway, we got second at
states. i was very mopey all of sunday, so i watched national treasure,
but soon realized that i loathe Nicolas Cage (i don't get it, he talks
funny and is balding yet he still gets the good action movies meant for
younger, better-looking, less annoying actors) and that made my day
even worse (damn you nicolas cage). and then we can fast-foreward to
graduation, because absolutely nothing of consequence has happened
since states. So yeah, i already felt repugnance toward the obscenely
long graduation, and then it had to be about 5 billion degrees in there
(because pioneer is too cheap to pay extra for air conditioning). So i
was sitting there playing pomp and circumstance (the graduation song)
and my face was so sweaty it looked like i had just been caught in a
torrential downpour- you couldn't tell if i was sweating or crying. So
there i was, just roasting, when i realized my butt was sweating too. i
thought, what if i sweat so much it soaks through my pants- would i
rather have people think i my butt was extra sweaty, or that i had
peed? what a conundrum (sp?)... but when i got up, i realized i had
imagined the butt sweat, and ahh, what gleeful relief i felt... but how
jealous i was of the seniors, they all had their awesome hats which
doubled as highly effective fans... mmm fans, how i longed for oxygen
during graduation...
oh, and Josh, thanks for www.tubgirl.com -
the curiosity absolutely crucified me... *shudder, but i suppose now
that i've put that website on my xanga, i am now spreading the tubgirl
love...
sorry this was kind of a whiny entry, ah well, i think every
single junior is entitled to complain a little... who am
i kidding, we're entitled to complain all the time after all the crap
we've had to take this year... at least it's over...mmm, end of junior
year, what blisssssss
-stepho | | |
| - I think i speak for anyone and everyone when i say break went by all too fast. It was good though- esp. w/ my brother being home and all. He tried to convince me that "california" meant "hot sex" and i have to say, he made a pretty convincing argument- "cali" from the spanish word "calor" which means hot (in a sexual way) and "fornia" from the word "fornicate" which is a fancy word for sex- so as you can see i was tempted to spread this nugget of knowledge... and i did... alas, how i wish i could rely on my brother (or molly) for my facts.
and i went to old navy and got pants, although my trip there was not all daisies and lolipops- i tried on some shirts and the person who had populated this particular shirt before me had left behind a heinous scent in the armpits that my body heat had activated, completely thwarting my attempts at breathing... but the pants were worth the lung damage..
and i watched that show Arrested Development and learned about the "mayonegg": squirt a packet of mayo in your mouth followed by an entire hard-boiled egg- hence the term "mayon-egg" mmmmm kind of.
have a nice rest-of-break! (so i guess have a nice April 3rd) -stepho
oh, and FYI, California was named after this fictional island full of amazon women... so perhaps it is named after hot sex, who knows... on that note, bye.
"You caught my nose in your left castanet"- Masochism Tango | | |
| - Wow, it has been so long since i updated- since around thanksgiving i think... so happy thanksgiving, and happy hannukah, and happy kwanza, and happy new year, and merry christmas... i think that covers all the bases? well, i just got my wisdom teeth out...ow. actually i recovered pretty quickly- but it was the drugs that were kind of scary. I was talking to Dr. Fear (i know- what a crazy name! and yes i did have fear about the procedure.... um, ha ha?) as he was giving me the IV and i remember saying "wow, thiss ssstufff wworrrks fffassss" and i don't even remember saying the t in fast before i was just gone... but i watched tons of movies ( i heart mulan!) and ate lots of apple sauce- and yes, i did eat baby food- baby food bananas are actually very tasty- i was suprised. The grossest part was not being able to brush my teeth- according to my mom, my breath smelled like armpit...mmm armpit... | | |
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