urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme Steph Steph 2008-05-07T19:41:51Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:233064 2008-05-07T19:41:21Z 2008-05-07T19:41:51Z Since I'm a grown up, I haven't really updated livejournal in QUITE a long time. Not that the minutae of my everyday existence isn't without its highs and lows, but I realize that its not nearly interesting enough to warrant recording it as if it was Gospel. And I also have better things to do.<br /><br />But there is something of note, that I feel all of you out there in TV land should probably know.<br /><br />So....drumroll please...<br /><br />WE GOT A HOUSE!<br /><br />Yes, that's right kids...the Apartment 8 times are comin' to a close. We're moving the heretofore Green Street Operation to Sherwood Ave, a lovely little blue house on a lovely little sidestreet next to the park. <br /><br />We don't move in til mid-month, but we're fixing it up right now. If you'd like to see it, give one of us a ring (myself, Jess, Ralph or Pat) but otherwise, we'll see those of you we like at our housewarming party at a date yet to be determined. <br /><br />So ends the Green Street tenure...two and a half, um, interesting years. Its a new era, a new phase...a whole house!<br /><br />Viva Sherwood. The end. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:232893 2008-02-06T21:15:04Z 2008-02-06T21:15:04Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Genus & Species: <br /><br /> <br /><br />Hostess Idioticus Anorexius (Bulemius) <br /><br /> <br /><br />Native Habitat: <br /><br /> <br /><br />Fine Dining Establishments in large urban areas. Hostesses have also been spotted in select nightclubs. They tend to be individualistic and rather territorial. Selective breeding has also resulted in above-normal height. Distantly related to Hotel Concierges (Accomdatus Sycophantus Extremus) and more closely to Coat Check Girls (Garmentus Protectus Attentus). Some similarities exist to Prostitutes (Sexualis Gratificus Anonymous) but no conclusive links have been established. <br /><br />Commonly Observed Traits and Characteristics: <br /><br /> <br /><br />Above-normal height, blank stares, intimidating thiness, trust funds. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Diet:<br /><br /> <br /><br />Altoids®, Cosmopolitans, American Spirits, Cocaine, Skim-milk cappucinos. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Commentary: <br /><br /> <br /><br />The origin andevolution of the Hostess remain a mystery. Even until recent times their appearance has been spotty at best, seen only on the weekends and for special occasions. Subsequently, hostesses began appearing during the evening (often remaining very late). Currently, hostesses can be found at all hours of the day, though they are - and will likely remain - a fundamentally nocturnal creature. Itis believed that significant advances in under-eye concealer have allowed their recent forays into daylight. <br /><br /> <br /><br />In general the hostess enjoys above-average facial appearance and secondary genitalia. Often, she is disproportionately tall and thin, sometimes freakishly so. The hostess prefers a wardrobe primarily of quality designer items, and often accentuates her height with heeled shoes or boots. Fully clad, the hostess, though thin, cuts and imposing figure, abetted bythe presence of an intimidating wooden or modernist podium from which greetings and seats areoccasionally dispensed. On rare occasions the hostess may be spotted holding a telephone. The exercise routines of the hostess are limited yet vigorous. Their frequent and routine performance result in occasional glimmers of higher thought processes and human-like ingenuity. It is believedthat increases in intelligence, combined with a natural dexterity, could force the evolution of thehostess in a relatively short period of time. Indeed, reports, though unconfirmed, have been submitted of actual transformations of a hostess into a Maitre d’. <br /><br /> <br /><br />The physical activities of the hostess include: lifting telephone handsets, glancing at papers orcomputer screens, feigning interest and, most frequently, walking from one point to another andback. More advanced members of the species have been witnessed performing discernibly more complex actions such as taking telephone messages, wiping menus and offering verbal greetings to passers-by. All hostess have the innate ability to discretely take cash and insert it into a small pocket on their garments. Curiously, this last act almost always results in increased name and face recognition. It is not certain whether this response is hard-wired into their reptilian brain core, or is simply a rapidly learned behavior resulting from several generations of natural selection. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Feeding:<br /><br /> <br /><br />The diet of the hostess, and her ability to survive and occasionally thrive, on (or despite) it, remains something of a conundrum. Rarely is a hostess seen ingesting food, though often they will nervously move nourishing items around on a plate with a simple utensil. To some extent this can be attributed to their frequent consumption of appetite-reducing substances such as caffeine, nicotine and cocaine (CNC). Indeed, the frequent CNC consumption may prove the source of their thin and often wan appearance. Interestingly, when the hostess does feed, it is often in gargantuan portions consumed at a rapid pace. Several studies are underway in New York, Los Angeles and Miami and to gain further insight into this phenomenon. Some evidence exists that this behavior occurs largely in private and out of sight of potential mates. It is widely known, however, that such extreme consumption is frequently followed by oral purging (vomiting). We remain greatly concerned for the well-being of the hostess. In general she survives socially and financially through a variety of suitors, most of whom precede her in age by severaldecades or supercede her in authority by several ranks (e.g. Management). This is fortunate for those of the species lacking trust funds or having excessively large CNC habits. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Attempts are underway to breed hostesses with greater capacities for survival and self-preservation. Short-term goals include increasing the frequency of caloric intake and retention, decreasing CNC dependence and encouraging more frequent forays into daylight. Medium-term goals include increasing motor skills such allowing them to move in patterns other than straight lines, to carry drinks and to open doors. Long term goals, predicated on the addition of a third digit to the average IQ of the species, will hopefully include the processing of credit cards, remembering the locations of stashed cocaine and discernment between lunch and dinner menus. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Note that no males of thespecies have yet been found in the wild or bred in captivity. <br /><br /><br />Courtesy of www.bitterwaitress.com urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:232567 2008-02-06T20:54:08Z 2008-02-06T20:54:08Z <center><table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;" width="375"> <tr><td align="center"><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Steph --<br /></div></td></tr> <tr><td align="center"><font size="+1">[adjective]:</font> <br /><br />Similar to butter in texture and appearance</td></tr> <tr height="15"><td></td></tr> <tr><td align="center"><a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_83.html">'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'</a> at <a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;">QuizGalaxy.com</a></td></tr></table></center><br /><br /><br />ROFL! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:232354 2007-10-02T18:14:31Z 2007-10-02T18:15:33Z I have all these guys that like me and I don't want one. I'm trying to be openminded about all of this but...I really just don't want a boyfriend. Or anyone. I have way too much fun being single and carefree and all these dudes are really nice guys, mostly Westcott guys...and I really don't....know...how...to... <br /><br />*sigh* They'd all make really great friends and I'm trying to not be close-minded about anyone or anything...I just have to let them down easy and I've not had to do anything like that since highschool. At Pennsic you can just say, "Ummm, no" <br />but I work with these people, on the same street, everyday. I don't want to make them feel bad or weird but I also don't want to date them. <br /><br />I know, I know...such are my <i>horrible</i> problems right?<br /><br />Fuck. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:232081 2007-08-24T18:52:59Z 2007-08-24T18:52:59Z <div style="position:relative; border-width:1px; border-color:332200; border-style: solid; background-color:c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:332200;"><br /> <div><br /> My pirate name is:<br /> </div><br /> <div style="font-size:32px;"><br /> Black Sam Bonney </div><br /> <img src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:332200;" /><br /> <div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"><br /> Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!<br /> </div><br /> <a href="http://www.piratequiz.com/">Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.</a><br />part of the fidius.org network<br /> </div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:231849 2007-08-24T18:33:13Z 2007-08-24T18:33:13Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Your Autobiography<br /><br /><br />Part 1: The Birth of You<br /><br /><br />Were you a planned baby?:<br />Nope. <br /><br />Were you the first?:<br />Yup, and the best. I got all the good genes. <br /><br />Who was present at your birth?:<br />Obviously my mother. My dad and grandmother were there too, but I'm not sure if they were in the room.<br /><br />Were your parents married when you were born?:<br />Yes, but just barely...like, 4 months. <br /><br />What is your birthdate?:<br />October 29th <br /><br />Part 2: The Family<br /><br />How would you describe your family?:<br />My mother's side: Insular but happy. I could happily cut out the majority of my extended family and be perfectly okay. <br /><br />My father's side: Stern but fun-loving. Very, very fun-loving.<br /><br />Are your parents married? Divorced? Seperated?:<br />Divorced and remarried. <br /><br />Siblings or an only child?:<br />5 siblings. <br /><br />If you have siblings are you oldest, middle, or youngest?:<br />Oldest.<br /><br />What are your siblings names?:<br />Thomas, 17; Susan, 15; Chris, 14; Liz, 11; Joe, 7. <br /><br />Which parent do you get along with best?:<br />Now its my mom. It never used to be. I get along with all my parents though. <br /><br />What do you fight about?:<br />We don't really <i>fight</i> anymore. My mother treats me like an adult, I relate to my mother as an adult so everything is normally okay. Sometimes I get on her about the way she treats Thomas, but that's nothing new.<br /><br />Do you have step parents?:<br />Yup. <br /><br /><br />Part 3: The Friends<br /><br />Do you have more than one best friend?:<br />Yes, Ralph and Jess are---as far as I know---two people. <br /><br />What do you like to do when you are together?<br />Umm when the three of us get together we smoke, talk, eat...oh, and take silly pictures. Oh, and roll down large hills.<br /><br />Do you share the same interests?:<br />Yes, shenanigans. Boys (with Jess) and Pennsic (Ralph) and more shenanigans. <br /><br />Which friend(s) can you tell anything to?:<br />Lisa Lu. I tell her things I would NEVER share with anyone else, not even Ralph and Jess.<br /><br />Part 4: Your Personality<br /><br />How high/low is your self esteem?:<br />Pretty damn high. My mom says I'm a narcissist. I say I'm just well informed. <br /><br />Do you get depressed about things easily?:<br />I get my "fuck the world" streaks, but they're minor and infrequent. Mostly, I'm the shit. Why would I get depressed? <br /><br />Are you an extrovert or an introvert?:<br />Most people think I'm very extroverted but its all a sham. I'm an introvert with a good cover story. (No really)<br /><br />Are you happy?:<br />Oh hell yeah! My life is fucking great!<br /><br />Do you live life to the fullest?:<br />If by that you mean doing whatever I want, whenever I want...bitch, I went to Britian, Wales and Ireland with $125 on two weeks notice. I'd say that's a yes. <br /><br /><br />Part 5: Appearance<br /><br />Are you comfortable with the way you look?:<br />Of course. I think I'm gonna lose a few lbs but otherwise...yeah, I'm pretty. <br /><br />Do you have any piercings besides your ears?:<br />No.<br /><br />Describe your hair:<br />Long and dark brown, normally slightly curly. <br /><br />How do you dress?<br />Depends. I love wearing heels, but then again I would die without my Vans. I think I have a pretty good/funky sense of style...it serves me well. <br /><br /><br />Part 6: The Past<br /><br />Were you a strange child?:<br />Very. Not outwardly, really...but I used to read my mom's Book of Diseases for fun when I was 4 (I loved the skin disease pictures). Loved horror movies. Y'know...your average morbid kid whose heroes were Morticia Adams and Lydia from Beetlejuice. <br /><br />What did you used to love that you no longer do?:<br />Hrmm...do school dances count? I totally wish I could rock another school dance. <br /><br />Do you have the same friends?<br />Pretty much. I tend to make longterm commitments in that way. I've got a lot of new ones, new acquaintances...but my core people are 10 years plus.<br /><br />Was there anything in your past that was traumatizing?<br />I don't do "traumatizing". Some bad shit has happened, yeah...but I'm better for it. That's life. <br /><br />Part 7: The Future<br /><br />What is your ambition?:<br />I just want to live my life. Right now, I'm looking at culinary schools. But in 10 years? Who knows. <br /><br />Are you scared of growing old?:<br />No, I can't wait! I'm going to do whatever the hell I want!<br /><br />Do you want to get married?:<br />You know, the answer to this used to be absolutely. But now? I don't know. I would like a wedding, I guess. Every girl dreams of it since childhood but being <i>married</i>...I'm really not sure. <br /><br /><br />Part 8: The Outdoors<br /><br />Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?:<br />Depends on my mood and the weather. <br /><br />Favorite Season?<br />Fall.<br /><br />Favorite weather?<br />70 and sunny with a strong wind. <br /><br />Do you like walking in the rain?:<br />Not particularly. I like playing in it, if I can get dry afterward. <br /><br />Part 9: Food<br /><br />Are you a vegetarian?:<br />I've been eating less meat lately, but I'm really a carnivore at heart. <br /><br />What is your favorite food?:<br />Cheese. I. Love. Cheese. <br /><br />What food makes you want to gag?:<br />Brussels Sprouts...that's really it. <br /><br />What is your favorite dessert?:<br />Cheesecake but I don't eat dessert very often.<br /><br />What is your favorite restaurant?:<br />I guess I don't really have a favorite, but Jasmine Asian Bistro in Baltimore is great. <br /><br />Are you a fussy eater?<br />Hardly. Do I look like I'm a fussy eater?<br /><br /><br />Part 10: Relationships and Love<br /><br />Are you single or taken?:<br />Single!<br /><br />If taken, who is the lucky guy/girl?:<br /><br /><br />Do you think love is the best feeling in the world?:<br />I think being content, especially with yourself, is the best feeling in the world. Balanced, is the better way to say it. <br /><br />Do you believe in love at first sight?:<br />No...but I do believe very strongly in lust at first sight. It exists, trust me. <br /><br />Part 11: Experiences<br /><br />What was one of your greatest experiences?:<br />#1 Wales and Ireland, #2 Pennsic 36, #3 College<br /><br />What was one of your worst?<br />Its not something I like to talk about a lot. Anyone who knows me knows what it is though. <br /><br />Have you ever done drugs?<br />..........maybe. <br /><br />Have you ever thought you were going to die?:<br />A couple times. I accidentally drank water that had brush cleaner, linseed oil and paint in it. Had a panic attack, called Ralph. Didn't die but it sure fucked my night up. <br /><br />Have you ever suffered from depression?:<br />When I was with Dickie, but I didn't realize that until after I got rid of him. <br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:231554 2007-07-07T23:30:28Z 2007-08-24T18:40:42Z Ticket to Oregon: $300 <br />Pocket knife: $15 <br />Bail: $1,000,000 <br /><br />Your scumbag ex-boyfriend in jail facing felony charges while you drive around in your Audi? <br /><br />Priceless.&nbsp;<br /><br /><img height="178" src="http://www.co.yamhill.or.us/sheriff/inmates/ICUP0163.JPG" width="164" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:231354 2007-05-10T02:42:18Z 2007-05-10T02:42:18Z Here's the news, kids so listen up:<br /><br />The fascist assholes at Facebook took down my group. (Boohissetc)<br /><br />So, in retaliation, Patrick Grella (my wonderful, awesome friend and web designer) are in the process of creating fsbs.com...and it will be bigger, better and world dominating. (Shh, you didn't read that last part.)<br /><br />Look for it soon.<br /><br />Peace, bitches. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:231053 2007-04-04T02:45:15Z 2007-04-04T02:45:15Z Facebook people: Join my Group (FSBS-For Stoners, by Stoners)<br /><br />And coming soon to Myspace: Munjed's Middle Eastern Cafe. Sweet!<br /><br />And coming this May to Steph's life: College. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:230880 2007-03-17T06:29:39Z 2007-03-17T06:29:39Z Okay so now I'm broke as hell....<br /><br />....but I own a motherfucking AUDI!!!!!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:230452 2007-02-20T17:59:38Z 2007-02-20T17:59:38Z I'm getting an Audi.<br /><br />In the immortal words of Emma: Holler! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:230230 2007-01-25T04:19:16Z 2007-01-25T04:19:16Z They got rid of Sam on Top Chef. <br /><br />I don't think I've ever been this upset over a television show in my entire life.<br /><br />Its okay Sam, I'll still marry you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:229908 2006-12-25T18:12:51Z 2006-12-25T18:12:51Z In the spirit of acting like I'm 5....look what I got for Christmas!<br /><br />From my friends:<br /><br />Champagne and Caviar, Animals Divine Tarot Set, Llewellyn's 2007 Herbal Almanac, Sling purse, hair clips, $50 Scarab gift certificate, curtains, peacock key holder, Space Jam and Hocus Pocus. <br /><br />From my Nana and Mark: <br /><br />Pot holders and kitchen towels, $25 Barnes and Noble gift certificate, duvet set in dove grey. <br /><br />From "Sants" and my siblings:<br /><br />-Wicked cool white robe from Old Navy. In it right now; so soft.<br />-Blue reversible down comforter<br />-NEW iPOD SHUFFLE<br />-Ralph Lauren Blue perfume<br />-More curtains<br />-Jack Skellington statue<br />-Stuffed unicorn that neighs (thanks Susan...)<br />-Body Pillow<br />-X-Men Box Set<br />-Disney's Hercules<br /><br />All in all....wicked awesome!!!!<br /><br />Thats all. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:229851 2006-12-25T03:31:52Z 2006-12-25T03:31:52Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Monday: Open Munjed's at 10:30 am, get slammed with to go orders, leave Munjed's, work newsstand 'til 10 pm. Rent movies with Mason; watch them with him at pat. Bed at 4:30 am. <br /><br />Tuesday: Throat kills, kill myself Christmas shopping downtown in the rain, work at Munjed's 4:30-9. Alone; no hostess. <br /><br />Wednesday: Wake up at 8:30 am with a sore throat and fever. Call Brian; call Michelle, Ariana, Gehad, Nick. No one can work; get guilt tripped cause Brian has to. Finish Xmas shopping later, even though I feel like shit. <br /> <br />Thursday: Open Munjed's at 11 am, still kind of sick. Agree to do dish in the evening for Brian. Close early for Xmas party; get drunk and high. <br /><br />Friday: Shop all day, get hit by bus, finish shopping; stocking stuffers. Stuff stockings, exchange gifts at Apt. 8. Sleep at 2:30 am.<br /><br />Yesterday: Wake at 6:30, open newsstand at 7 am, leave for Munjed's, find out Nick isn't working and there's no hostess, work most of the time on the line wrangling Mike and Drew, get picked up by Mason at 10:30, go to Carousel to help him finish shopping, home at 11:30, wrap gifts, bed at 1:30 am. <br /><br />Today: Arrive at newsstand at 6:30 am to fold papers, open at 7 am. Work all day, drink a pot and a half of coffee, eat nothing, chain smoke. Run around completely wired, spread Xmas cheer to the Alto boys (gave them small gifts: cigs, energy drinks, etc), close at 2 pm. Mom picks me up, go to the grocery store, go to my house, change, pick up Nana and Mark's gifts, go to mom's house, roll and shape homemade pasta 'til 5 pm, go to Nana's house, cook pasta and finish sauce, get drinks/napkins/bread/dishes since I'm sitting closest to the kitchen, get in a fight with my stepfather over the already stressful bus incident (ps-not my fault), get pissed and storm out of the house, walk to the Mobil in heels, get hit on by the Mobil guy working, get picked up by Mason, go to my house for the movies we rented, Mason drops me back off, eat pie, open gifts, start to doze off in chair, mom and I drop Ken off at home, go to my house, bring my gifts upstairs, bring my family's gifts downstairs, change into PJs, get my stuff together, go to mom's, bring stuff in, make whipped cream, use whipped cream to make even more complicated icebox cake. Not that tired anymore....update livejournal. Try to sleep soon. Hopefully.<br /><br />Tomorrow: Wake up early (9am?), open gifts, make breakfast, start cooking dinner, set the table, clean the house, eat dinner with family. Go to Nick's, eat dinner with Nick. Go home, eat dessert with second family. Up late. <br /><br />Tuesday: Open newsstand at 7 am, unload cooler so it can be replaced, refill new cooler, work at Munjed's at 4:30 til close. Pack for NYC.<br /><br />Wednesday: Leave for NYC at 8 am. Drive the whole way. Arrive, unpack, sightsee until 10 or so. <br /><br />Thursday: I'm on vacation with my mother. There is no sleeping in.<br /><br />Friday: Ditto, plus checkout at 2. Drive home. See everyone, up late catching up. <br /><br />Saturday: Work at Munjed's at 5. <br /><br /><br /><br />So I guess the moral of the story is...I get to sleep Saturday. Thats okay, its overrated. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:229625 2006-12-17T22:54:10Z 2006-12-23T03:12:08Z Again, I refuse to post these things in bulletins on Myspace....<br /><br />so here it be:<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />2006:<br /><br />[PEOPLE]<br />best friends: Jess and Ralph<br />lost any friends: Yeah, but I gained 2/3rds of them back.<br />gained any friends: Yeah, a lot!<br /><br />[PLACES]<br />went out of the country: Only to Canadia<br />moved: Aye <br />new school: Nah<br />how many times on an airplane: None this year, surprisingly. <br /><br />[YOU]<br />have you changed: A lot. <br />new look: Erm not really. <br />most depressed time this year: September. It fucking sucked. <br /><br />[SEASONS]<br />favorite Season: This year? I was down with Spring. <br />least favorite season: Summer. <br />good birthday: Eh nothing special. <br /><br />[FINAL QUESTIONS]<br />snuck out: Lol, yes. Little did Ralph know that I thwarted his attemps to keep me in our apt.<br />got arrested: Lol no.<br />drank alcohol: Oh you have no idea....<br />kissed a boy: Several. <br />got dumped: *wince* Unfortunately. <br />lost a family member: No, but friends. <br />got bad grades: Nah, I get gold stars at Munjed's all the time.<br />kept a secret: Not many. <br />told a secret: Ohhhh yeah. <br />done something you totally regret: I never regret. Though I will say this has been my year of shady, illegal and immoral activities. <br /><br />In 2006 I...<br /><br />[x] broke a promise<br />[ ] made a new best friend<br />[x] fallen in love<br />[X] fallen out of love<br />[x] lied<br />[ ] went behind your parents back<br />[x] cried over a broken heart<br />[ ] disappointed someone close<br />[x] hid a secret<br />[x] pretended to be happy<br />[ ] kissed in the snow<br />[] slept under the stars<br />[] kept your new years resolution<br />[x] forgot your new years resolution<br />[x] met someone who changed my life<br />[] met one of your idols<br />[x] changed your outlook on life<br />[x] sat home all day doing nothing<br />[ ] pretended to be ill<br />[x] left the country<br />[x] almost died<br />[x] given up something important to you<br />[] broke something expensive<br />[x] learned something new about yourself<br />[x] tried something you normally wouldnt try and liked it<br />[x] made a change in your life<br />[x] found out who your true friends were<br />[x] met great people<br />[] snuck out of a house<br />[x] stayed up til sunrise<br />[] pigged out over the summer<br />[] met someone from myspace in person.<br />[x] cried over the silliest thing<br />[x] partied more than 5 times<br />[x] was never home on weekends<br />[] got into a car accident<br />[x] found a person I never thought I'd become real good friends with<br />[ ] had friends who were drifting away from me<br />[x] had someone close to me die<br />[] had a high cell phone bill<br />[ ] wasted most of my money on food<br />[] had a fist fight<br />[ ] went to the beach<br />[] saw a celebrity<br />[x] gotten sick<br />[] liked more than 5 people at the same time<br />[x] had a wasted night<br />[x] became closer to a lot of people<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All I have to say is that 2007 sure as hell better be better than 2006. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:229258 2006-12-14T05:38:40Z 2006-12-14T05:41:35Z So I had pretty much given up on men and was totally ready to move to Guam. Then I rediscovered my Bangme account...I had some comments and messages...you know, typical shit. But that got me thinking....there are a LOT of men out there. But how do you seperate them? How do you cull one from the flock? So I figured, in order to get what I want from a <i>man</i>....I had to be very solid about what I want.<br /><br />So here, ladies and especially gentleman, I present to you the <b>Stephanie Phillips Man-Treatise of 2007</b>. <br /><br />In the spirit of starting again, <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />-Read. I've dated guys that don't read and it drives me nuts. Reading and writing (especially on the end of appreciating great literature) are so important to me. And manga doesn't count as reading.<br /><br />-Stand up to me. Having a rather forceful personality (a 400-lb man recently told me I scare him...which was a little depressing) I really only respect people that stand up to me. If I'm being a bitch, tell me I'm being a bitch. Which leads us to...<br /><br />-Argue with me. I'm a firm believer that the heat is gone when you refuse to argue. I'm Italian, I want a straight up brawl. And then I want make-up sex. Which leads us to...<br /><br />-Keep up. I have an almost insatiable sex drive, not gonna lie. Once a day at least, and that might have to be negotiated.<br /><br />-Travel. I have friends all over the country and all over the globe. I love to go places with people that can really appreciate the wonder and majesty of the Welsh coast, the beauty of the sakura trees in D.C. but who can still rough it up with me at the Black Cat til dawn.<br /><br />-Do what you love. I'm the furthest thing it gets from a golddigger, in fact I spoil my men. I don't care what you do, as long as its something you're passionate about. Tattoo artists, carpenters, musicians...none of you get paid much. And thats fine with me. I'd rather have to pay for some of our dates or trips than have you (1) not know what you want from life or (2) work a dead end job that makes you miserable.<br /><br />-I'm pagan. If you're not okay with that, please stop reading. I'm very, very religiously tolerant. I don't think any one religion is right or wrong, even my own. I would never force anyone into believing what I do, coming to my rituals or adopting my holidays. If you're okay with your religion (or lack thereof), thats wonderful. As long as you give me the same respect. I believe in crossing bridges when I come to them. I've even convinced Pentacostal relatives that I'm such a sweet, Christian girl without ever lying. Segue into...<br /><br />-If ever there was a person that was the penultimate "Lady in the street, freak in the bed" (in a literal and colloquial sense) its me.<br /><br />-Accept my male friends. Most of my friends are guys, in fact I live with two guy friends. I tend to get along with them better and its been that way my whole life. If you're uncomfortable with me hanging out with all these guys, I'm probably not the girl for you. That said...<br /><br />-Treat me like a girl. Because I hang out with so many guys, a lot of people stop seeing me as a girl. Well here's some news for you: I cry at sappy movies (okay I wont lie, the Dawn commercial where they save the mommy penguin from the oil spill makes me cry like a baby), I like to be told I look good. Wearing make up is a rarity for me...notice when I do. Take me out sometimes, of your own volition. Get me flowers. I'll pretend to bitch about it, but secretly I'll be very pleased. On the same token, a reasonable amount of possessiveness is required.<br /><br />-Don't let me win. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever,ever,ever,ever, EVER let me win at anything. I hate it. If I challenge you to Scrabble, Pool, Darts, Beer Pong, Wrestling whatever (and such things will be frequent) NEVER LET ME WIN. I hate it when guys just "let me win", it pisses me off. If I win, great. I'll strut a little, maybe gloat. But if I get the feeling you're letting me win on purpose, I will forfeit and not speak to you.<br /><br />-Don't cry. Especially not more than me. I'm trying really hard to be a liberated female here, but being that I cry so infrequently, seeing a dude do it turns me off. Though I seem to have a knack for making boys cry, I really hate it when it happens. I will look at you like a chimpanzee trying to solve a Rubik's Cube.<br /><br />-Love Animals. All kinds. Especially dogs.<br /><br />-Love your Mommy. I refuse to date guys that do not love their moms. Done it in the past, its a bad idea. People that disrespect their mothers seem to carry it over to other women. If you don't love your mommy, I will beat you until you do. And that goes for my mom and stepmom and grandmother too.<br /><br />-Hang out with my dad. My dad is the coolest person on the planet. He is my hero; and I'm a bit of a daddy's girl. He lives in Ohio now, so I don't get to see him much but if I date a guy, he has to get along with my dad. Which isn't that hard, if you like beer and football, you're pretty much in.<br /><br />-Don't be easily embarassed. Parents love me because I'm so respectful and well-behaved. Yeah, well-behaved ends at midnight. At the bar, I'm going to play all my music on the jukebox and I don't give a damn if no one else likes it. I will do the goofiest dances, and I don't care who sees it. Especially my Grand Funk Railroad dance...that one's the best. It bears mentioning that I get this wild/goofy streak from my stepmother and, should you get to the point of getting to meet her, she is ten times more embarassing than I am. I always say everything that I am thats fun, I get from her. Don't be surprised to get the question, "So, hows the sex with my daughter?" upon entering the door, and don't be surprised when my dad plugs his ears and goes, "Lalala, I'm not listening". True story.<br /><br />-Don't get mad at me when I know things. I am a well-spring of knowledge, especially of the useless variety. Astrology, Pathology, Psychology, Anthropology...basically, if you put an -ology on the end of something, I'm all over it. I have so much information inside my head, that I get very excited to share it with people. And some people interpret that as me trying to be a "know-it-all" (how very first grade). Yes, I was that bitch in class that always raised her hand first and had the right answer. Yes, I was that bitch who did other peoples' homework for money. And I love talking about the things I love. And I also love being the expert on whatever subject is being discussed. However, I love learning knew things, and I have a great deal of respect for people that are experts on a topic. But I also expect that same respect in return. You don't have to tell me I'm so smart and wonderful; I know such compliments tend to be attempts to shut me up. But be interested in what I'm saying, contribute to the conversation. I want someone as passionate about learning as I am.<br /><br />-Be a humanitarian. I'm an activist at heart. If we get to that point, I'll tell you all the stories. They're funny and they're legion. I will pick a project, idea, cause or group of causes and devote myself completely to them. I feel very strongly on a lot of issues, especially: religious freedom, reproductive rights, separation of church and state, education reform, healcare workers' rights (my mom's a nurse), global politics (multi-lateral politics, namely), global disaster relief, war and big business. I'm quite liberal, and I'm something of a firebrand, but you wont get any rhetorical diatribe from me. All my arguments are always well researched, backed up by statistics and well thought out. And just a little loud.<br /><br />-Be open-minded. I know this is broad, but I eat all different kinds of food, I know all different kinds of people, I listen to all different kinds of music. In one day, I will eat Middle Eastern food, listen to techno, shop at Old Navy, hit up the metaphysical bookstore, read some tarot, listen to some Gospel, eat some Cal-Mex Vegetarian food, bake cookies with my Nana, have sex in a dressing room and retire to my house to watch Muppet Treasure Island with my schizophrenic friend and 21-year-old virgin roomate. Such is my life.<br /><br />-If you don't drink or smoke (not talking cigarettes...), thats cool. I do and my friends do. I'm not a party person, per se, but I'm a bar person. And I'm a "hang-out-at-my-house-and-get-ripped" kind of person. I don't do it a lot...probably once a week. Twice tops.<br /><br />-Eat. If you're a picky eater, a sloppy eater or a non-eater, I don't know that I could deal with that. I'm down with Vegetarians...but I like meat. I'm not going to completely give it up. I love cooking, and I love people that appreciate food. I want someone that can appreciate pizza and wings at my place one night, then fine dining in a wine cellar the next.<br /><br />-Dance. At least try to. If you're one of those, "I don't dance I'll look stupid" kind of people, you're in for a very rude awakening when I drag you to the dance floor.<br /><br />-Like kids. Whether we say it or not, every woman wants a guy that likes kids and is good with them. I have 5 younger siblings: 16, 15, 13, 11 and 6. The youngest, Joe, was born when I was 14 so I had a large part in his early years. My brothers and sisters mean the world to me, and because I'm the oldest, look up to me so this is really important.<br /><br />-Be inventive. I like weird dates, strange gifts and random events. I'm not saying every day needs to mirror a romantic comedy, but, for instance, when you find out I like peacocks and unicorns, do NOT buy me 30,000 unicorn/peacock related items. An ex of mine did that, and nearly ruined unicorns for me. I hate knick-knacks now, too. I'd rather have something I can use than the same gift in a different way 50 times. If you notice the kind of shampoo I use, or the kind of gum I chew and pick me up a pack, that will mean infinitely more to me. You know, stupid shit like that.<br /><br />And finally...<br /><br />-Know who you are. I don't have the time or energy to help any more guys figure out who they are and what they want. I need someone just as secure in themselves and their place in life as I am. I know thats asking a lot of the males in my age demographic, but I figure in this vast place called the Internet, there surely has to be ONE of you out there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Look guys, its this or world domination, and Syracuse, NY is a shitty base for a global coup d'etat. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:229068 2006-11-24T19:27:40Z 2006-11-24T19:27:40Z God Bless Wedding Cake. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:228800 2006-09-18T19:20:28Z 2006-09-18T19:20:28Z So...life got better.<br /><br />Just and update to those that don't talk to me everyday and haven't yet had an update on the love life situation. I don't particularly feel like putting all the details here, but if you really want to know that badly...feel free to give me a call. Everything changes daily so I really haven't anything solid to report. Sometimes he'll act like my boyfriend (like last night) and then other times he'll pretend I don't exist. Which, to be honest, is pretty much how he acted when we WERE dating, so its not that much of a switch. The only difference is, I'm not getting sex and I'm sleeping better. So all in all it turned out okay. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:228517 2006-09-08T17:40:05Z 2006-09-08T17:40:05Z New phone number: 254-6922<br /><br /><br />So Dickie broke up with me....5 days ago?-ish...and I hate it. I hate it that he turned me into the thing I hate the most: a stupid, pining female. If the Steph from 3 years ago could see me now, she'd punk my ass. I don't know that this little break or whatever is going to last. He said some really hurtful things; I said some really hurtful things. But what it comes down to is for once I am single, not by my own choice. <br /><br />It fucking blows. <br /><br />That is all. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:228234 2006-08-23T04:22:07Z 2006-08-23T04:22:07Z What do you do <br />when sometimes<br />love and desire part ways?<br /><br />When for a moment, lost in the dark<br />you lose yourself?<br /><br />Someone else's eyes<br />someone else's heartbeat<br /><br />a liar truly.<br /><br />Disingenuous to the last heaving<br />breath.<br /><br />A beautiful,<br />seamless<br /><br />Fall from grace. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:228059 2006-07-29T06:20:29Z 2006-07-29T06:20:29Z Leave it to my boyfriend to ruin a perfectly good mood.<br /><br />Fuck him. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:227674 2006-07-29T01:31:35Z 2006-07-29T01:32:43Z Oh my god, Seven Rays has new owners and I'm going to be their EMPLOYEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />I just spent two hours talking to them, giving them the rundown of how everything works. And they love me. And I got Ralph a little job there too. And omfg I'm so fucking happy right now!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />Of course, this might mean I wont be able to work at JB Robinson. We'll see how it goes. I'll give JB Robinson two weeks to impress me...<br /><br />At any rate, that means I will have THREE jobs; though Seven Rays is on a sporadic basis until they get up and running. Then they might want to move me to full time &gt;_&lt;<br /><br />Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I can't express how happy I am right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:227514 2006-07-25T00:57:34Z 2006-07-25T00:57:34Z I am writing an Astrology book.<br /><br />Anyone who would be willing to let me use you as an example, please reply with your Name, Date of Birth, Time of Birth and Place of Birth. <br /><br />Thank you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:227095 2006-07-18T02:21:02Z 2006-07-18T02:21:02Z Who Put the Bomp-Me First and the Gimme Gimme's I &lt;3 last night. <br /><br />It was like our first night together and it was perfect. I didn't want to leave you this morning; I could've stayed like that forever. <br /><br />Thank you. <br /><br />Other things: I went to lunch with my mother and sister, then we went to the Art Supply Store, went swimming and had dinner at Michelle Barry's house, bought some new clothes. Start at JB Robinson tomorrow. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ytposgotme:226932 2006-07-17T06:38:05Z 2006-07-17T06:38:05Z <a name="cutid1"></a> <br /><br />A boyfriend that will have sex with me at least once a day, preferably more. <br /><br />Thanks.