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(no subject) [Apr. 23rd, 2005|12:16 am]
I can't do this...

If you ever want to hang out or talk or whatever...you can reach me by one of the following:

email address: swingerofbirchs@aol.com

instant message(the rare occassions that I am actually online): swingerofbirchs

much dreaded cell phone: 847/401-1608

chances are I will check one of these daily...

good day nice people
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(no subject) [Apr. 1st, 2005|02:58 am]
The answer is simple: I was sleeping during the first half of break.

Otherwise, I would seriously wonder what the fuck I was doing.

Not saying that I have a bad memory or have been dabbling a bit to much in the seven deadly sins...

I have been up reading message boards at imdb...and I have not found one that doesn't end with some sort of insult-fest because of clashing opinions (or stupid moviewatchers)

God, I love my life
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2005|07:26 pm]
The best way to re-insert myself into society is through cheap wine and crappy music...

My name is Stephanie...remember me?
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(no subject) [Oct. 25th, 2004|02:13 pm]
I don't think I can take much more of this.

It has taken me two days to think of what to say.

Livejournal and I are going to have a trial seperation.

But before we begin, there are somethings I do want to say.

-Fuck the ACT
-Fuck College
-Fuck Crying
-Fuck School

I need to get away and there is only one person that I could stand to be with, and he is 6 hours away.

I will not let this hinder our relationship. New York is only an option that I haven't decided to take yet.


-Fuck New York

Most importantly,

-Fuck Livejournal

you want to hear about what is going on in my life then get off your ass and ask me.
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(no subject) [Oct. 12th, 2004|11:58 pm]
Champagne dreams and Moustache kisses
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(no subject) [Oct. 10th, 2004|01:22 pm]
I simply want to thank two people for last night...

Chris Finn you made that dance everything that I could have ever imagined. I am so glad I had the chance to share that with you. You were the best date. High Fin. Low Fin. Chris Finn.

Robbieroo I couldn't have made it through that dance without your aid. I blame all of my crazy dancing on Robbie. Nothing was quite like the looks on those people's faces when we hit that curb.

Homecoming was everything I wanted it to be.

18 is shaping up to be a very good year. And I am only two days into it.

5 more days and I will be the happiest girl in the world.
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(no subject) [Oct. 8th, 2004|01:24 am]
yes, stupid.
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(no subject) [Oct. 2nd, 2004|04:49 pm]
What's right is wrong
what's come has gone
what's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
all that's benign corrupts in time
(mountains don't stand the test of time)
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(no subject) [Sep. 29th, 2004|06:38 pm]
When did making a kid read become a punishment?

All I have to say to that is

"There is a kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it."

Birthday love for you.
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(no subject) [Sep. 26th, 2004|05:05 pm]
I have never felt more alone than I did last night.

My mother got this great idea to get me a whole new bedroom set. So everything that I had in terms of furniture, with the exception of my computer desk and my wardrobe, was disposed of.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset about losing my material things. It was just furiture after all. But the amount of work that I put into creating my room to be just the way I wanted was destroyed in a matter of 3 hours.

Sure I could have protested. But what was the point?

Anyway, I cleaned my room and set it up the way I figured was best went to work and what not. Afterwards, as I was laying down to go to sleep in my new full size bed I found it incredibly hard to sleep. My computer had not been plugged in otherwise I would have watched a movie to calm my mind.

I felt so uncomfortable. It was as if the surrounding were not mine. As if I was sleeping in someone else's room. And it was very unsettling.

On top of that, I miss Steve.

Last night was the first night in a long time that I cried myself to sleep.

To make a long story not quite so short. Home doesn't quite feel like home anymore.
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