I miss blogging so much I almost want to die

For a while there I thought I was okay with not blogging. That I wasn't really all that passionate about it and that it didn't make me happy.
I was horribly, horribly wrong.
After reading my past entries on this site I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. With a fist full of love. Because that awesome feeling of "mm" came over as soon as I remembered what it was like to sit here, listening to lame music, clacking away on the keys. It feels GREAT. Absolutely amazing.

So last weekend I had a dance party with my friends. And it was the lamest thing I've ever done but I think it's become an obsession. Because now every time I hear a song with any kind of recognizable beat I HAVE to dance. No matter what. No matter where I am. Even if it's just a hand jive, I have to dance. Sometimes you have to do things like that to keep yourself from going insane.

And I have this other obsession. Wrapping presents. I absolutely adore wrapping presents. I volunteer to wrap presents. I wrap things for myself and then open them and it's this little box that says "WRAP ME PLEASE" so i do. And that goes on for a while. Except that doesn't really happen. But It would be totally sweet if it did.

And I realize that this blog is quite possibly the worst and most random blog I have ever written in my life. Because, as I mentioned earlier, school has been hoarding all of my creativity. But Christmas break is fast approaching and it is my goal to worry you faithful readers (however many are left after such a blog drought) about the many strange ramblings that I just might come up with. So cheers to that!

On Hiatus

I'm sure you've all noticed that I haven't updated my blog in forever. School has become my life and, because of that, all of my creative juices are in demand and I have absolutely no time to do anything fun. ever. In February my schedule will be MUCH less stressful so you can expect many new blogs after that. Until then, I may somehow miraculously gain some free time and choose to use it to blog. But I'm not making promises. My apologies to all of the people who actually enjoy reading this.

Is it Just me?

Or does anyone else think that Chester bears resemblance to Bono in Linkin Park's video for "What I've Done"?
Discuss, Please.


Also, a parody I stumbled on:

I Wish my Camera Wasn't so Crappy

Foot Blog

I think my feet are the most normal feet on the planet. If someone were to make a model of the average foot, it would look like mine. Because my feet, their shape and the length of my toes, the way I have a vein that is slightly raised and noticeable on each one, that is the way a foot is supposed to look. Down to the very last detail.
When I see other people's feet, I think they look strange. I am slightly disturbed by the feet of others. The big toe looks a little misshapen, or their toes aren't as long, or maybe that key foot vein is not visible. It's despicable.
And I obviously know that my thoughts are delusional, and that my feet are probably not that great, that they disgust people when I decide to wear sandals all summer. And I know that I only think my feet are what feet are really supposed to look like because they are my own, and that is what I'm used to.
And there is no real reason for this post but to ask the people of the Internet if they feel the same way about their feet. Because I need to know if I should start seeing someone about my foot narcissism.

My Biggest Fan

I got a ceiling fan a few days ago, and I can honestly say that that was the most exciting part of my whole summer. I know that is unbelievably sad, because usually summer brings something a little more interesting than the comfort of knowing that your room is an appropriate temperature, and if I ever heard someone as excited about a fan as I am, I would be genuinely concerned. Because fans should not be such a big deal. And I know the novelty of the fan will wear out very soon, because I'm already starting to grow weary of how COOL the detail on the blades is, and how nice it is to sit on my bed and watch them spin around, making the one you focus on look as if it's going slower. And I think I should be more afraid about my mental health because of this fascination, but the thing I'm worried about the most is what the hell I'm going to do when the honeymoon period with my fan has worn out. Maybe I'll invest in a lava lamp. Or a life.

I'm Sorry, Television

You know there is something slightly wrong with you when you make a menacing face at your television and tell it to SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW! And then take the remote and try to dramatically press the power button, but you didn't realize that there was a chair in the way, and you sit there for a few seconds flailing your arms around in a fit of rage trying to turn the TV off while still keeping all of your dignity.
And the television does turn off eventually.
But you realize that there is something slightly wrong with you. Because there is no point in trying to keep your dignity, or talking to inanimate objects when you are sitting there all alone. By yourself. With no one there to see you.

Sadly, I was not Given the Gift of a Famous Name

For those of you who do not already know, my name is Stephanie. My name is Stephanie and I am a thinker. I think about many things, and most of them are quite obscure and pointless. I would never speak them out loud for fear of people wrapping me up and throwing me in a mental hospital. But those that are not strange and confusing, I like to speak about. And see what others think about it. Hell, maybe I'm not the only one who has, at some point, thought of such a strange theory. You never know...
So just a few minutes ago I was thinking one particular thought. And it was not the first time I have thought about it. Sometimes this thought just bugs me. "Why!", I think. But before I lose all of you, or I have a truck pull up to my house with some burly men trying to get me to go to a "better place for me" I will reveal my thought.
The reason I introduced myself in the way that I did at the beginning of this blog, is because the blog you are about to read (or, i guess, currently reading) has a lot to do with my name. And that is because I can not for the life of me think of someone off the top of my who is fairly famous and also has the name Stephanie. Can you? I have tried time and time again (though, I must admit, not very hard) and still, I can not think of one single person.
Now, this makes me wonder. Because I know that Stephanie is not a rare name. And I know that there may be a few people if you say, googled "famous Stephanie's". But that is not the point. It is obviously not an intriguing enough name to gain any sort of celebrity around here.
The other thing that may be slightly offending is the huge amount of Stephanie's there are appearing on shows like The Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. And they are rarely the winners. They are the people that stand there looking like they had NO idea they would be going on TV, and get so many things wrong that you wonder if they did not, in fact, pass the test to get on the show, but they were so comical that the producers took them in anyway just to get some ratings.
What is the world coming to when you have to be an Uma, or a Joaquin in order to have a famous name? There is only one thing I can do to help my situation, and the situation for all of the other Stephanie's out there. And that would be to become famous myself.

How many Celebrities can you think of that share your name?

Yeah...

I'm still alive! Expect blogs soon. :)

The History of the Mini-Cow

If you have read my last post, which you should have, this will be a further explanation of the frequently mentioned mini-cow.If you have not yet read the previous post, you should. It is sitting right underneath this one. If you have not read that blog you will be completely and utterly confused. I suggest you read that blog. This one isn't going anywhere.



So now that we are all acquainted with ye olde blog, I am sure you are wondering what in the hell a mini-cow is, and why I am so fascinated with them.

A mini-cow is a fictional creature invented by me, mainly, and also my boyfriend. It will be real, though, as soon as I become a mad scientist and throw one together.

Mini-cows are in most ways identical to your average cow. They have a rather large head, and a stomach that bulges out on the sides. They are constantly covered in flies (although mini-cows get the honor of toting around mini-flies as well) and their tails are constantly flopping around, trying to shoo those little buggers off their backs so they can graze in peace. Mini-cows also have a similar diet to normal, average-sized cows. They will eat just enough grass so that the lawn will look neatly mowed when they are through with it. And yes, they still have putrid flatulence that send horrible amounts of methane gas into Al Gore's precious atmosphere.

The difference between a mini-cow and a normal cow is the size (if you haven't already guessed..) Mini-cows are about the size of a beagle. A small, adorable beagle. Due to this size, their voices are also very small and high-pitched. Instead of a meaty "MOO" from a large cow, the mini-cow sports a shy, quiet "... moo." that will leave onlookers squealing "AWW!" in awe.
When I create my mini-cows, after I've locked myself in a damp, eerie basement full of strange test tubes and electrical wires, they are sure to flood the countryside. Everywhere you look there will be another mini-cow, destroying the ozone layer and deeply upsetting Al Gore. The only way to reverse this devastating occurrence would be to destroy all mini-cows! But no one will be able to resist their adorable "...moo."

If I Wasn't Blogging Right Now...

There's something about waking up at 1 in the afternoon, after approximately 12 hours fairly uninterrupted sleep that makes a person want to blog. That makes me want to blog. I have doubts that many other people get that feeling. Some would feel like jogging (although not today because there seems to be another storm over our heads), or cleaning the house, perhaps (And if you have seen my room in the past few years, you will know that waking up in a good mood still is not enough to do some recreational cleaning). I'm actually quite sure that there are many things people would chose to do on a lazy Saturday other than blog. But I am not many people. I am me and I chose to blog. Now, if you've stayed with me so far, some actual blogging will begin shorty. Like, right now.
You know, I think I am going to stick with what I was talking about before, in a list! Because, I haven't written lists on here before, but those who know me from myspace know that I love lists. But this is not a blog about lists, this is a list blog (and they have very distinct differences, believe me). So, on with the blog (finally)...

Things I Could Do Instead of Blogging (And why I don't):

1. Start and emu farm
They would probably turn into zombie emus, somehow. And eat me.
2. Make macaroni pictures
My mom would yell at me for eating the paste.
3. Construct a scale model of Tony Danza out of Lego
Not enough Lego.
4. Golf
I lost my 5-iron. (And I suck. And I don't know what a 5-iron would be used for.)
5. Make the world's largest Caesar salad
Would cause a great crouton famine. That's the last thing the world needs right now. Al Gore would come after me.
6. Turn into a mad scientist and create a herd of mini-cows that would graze in my back yard
Mini-cows still emit large amounts of methane gas. Al Gore would come after me.
7. Tend to the elephants
The mini-cows and emu-zombies ate them!
8. Make real X-ray goggles and sell them to small children for unreasonable prices
If they're real, people can see boobs and such.
9. High five everyone
Some people have gross hands. And diseases.
10. Bomb Iraq
Oh, wait, see, George Bush should have a blog.
11. Prove the Existence of Aliens
They would abduct me, and my mini-cows. And Al Gore.
12. Re-elect Pluto as a Planet
I don't think you can elect planets. And the space people would probably send their aliens after me.
13. Buy a Funny hat and sing karaoke
Been there, done that.
14. Cut the Grass
I have mini-cows to do that for me.
15. Kidnap Al Gore
So I could have my mini-cows, and Caesar salad. I would blame it on alien abduction.



(This list was pretty much half written by my boyfriend, because he's hilarious. Check him out here.)

What would you be doing if you weren't currently reading this blog?

Sitting

The thing about life, or my life anyways, is it is horribly stressful. But not in the way that you have a million things to do every second with no time to sit. No, believe me, I do enough sitting. It's more of the stress from doing nothing but sitting. Not that sitting is a particularly stressful task, but when nothing is being done but the sitting and life seems to be passing you by, and that thing you've been meaning to do for the past month but you haven't done due to all of the sitting, that is when it gets bad.
I know there is an easy solution. And that is to get out of the seated position right now and do all of those things that are meant to and need to be done. I could do that. I should do that. But then there's that thought I have. Which is probably very strange and has never been in any other person's head but mine. But it's a thought that once I complete this task that has been waiting for so long, that there is no going back. Once these things are done, they can't be undone, and my life will never be without them again. And I will be older and even though I'm no longer just sitting, life is still flying by without my permission.
I hate Sundays. Absolutely hate them. Because that is the day where I sit at home and think about how tomorrow is Monday and that it's going to be another five days before I can stay up late and sleep in and eat at irregular hours again. And then I go "Holy crap I just lost another week." Another week of what I love and am used to, being with my family and seeing my friends whenever I want. Sundays mean another week closer to not having these things, having to leave home and grow up and never look back.
Basically, I want to put my life on pause for a while, so I can sit without being stressed and just enjoy everything that is so often taken for granted. But, sadly, I can't see the technology capable of making that happen appearing anytime in my lifetime. So maybe if I stopped just sitting, and added some more stress to my life, I would be less stressed out. It sounds like a horrible plan, but I think that it is so crazy it just might work.

Addicted

The thing about Wheat Thins is that as soon as I see them I get a primal urge to eat the whole box before anyone else has even noticed their presence. I grab the box and smuggle it to a safe place, far from the eyes of my garburator brother. And then I eat. And I will not stop until I am disturbed, or realize that I have become a wheat-crazed animal that needs to be stopped and fast.
When I look at the back of the box and see that I can eat thirteen whole crackers and it wont even be 100 calories, it makes me smile. Because that means I can eat a little more than thirteen crackers and I will only be eating a total of 100 calories and that is pretty damn good for something as tasty as these heavenly crackers. And after these thirteen crackers I decide that it would be much better to just eat another thirteen instead of something horribly unhealthy such as a donut or an equally carb-and-fat-filled delight. And it is, after all, just another hundred calories. I can do this, I think.
And then I usually stop. After a reasonable 26 crackers. And I sit there being proud that I am satisfied and I didn't have to resort to a cookie. Or potato chips. I begin to do something else, usually something very un-fun, such as homework. And I sit there thinking about math and how I should eat another wheat thin. Just one. Because what harm would that do? None. That is correct.
And then I eat three Wheat Thins. Because it is hardly worth it to get wheat stuck in your teeth for an hour just to eat one measly cracker. But three isn't bad, really. There aren't even 100 calories in thirteen!
And this is why my mother rolls her eyes when I ask ever so nicely for my precious crackers. Because I do it every time. No matter how hard I try.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am addicted to Wheat Thins.

I Live a Life of Superstition and Jinxing

Last night I was so proudly telling my boyfriend that I had not been horribly sick in such a long time, and that that was rather odd because I usually catch some sort of bug at least once a year, and I take that opportunity to be a big baby about it and complain about everything. After informing him of this, I proceeded to knock on my desk -my wood desk- because I am superstitious in ways, and I did not want to jinx my healthy state of being.

I have reason to be superstitious, you see. About a month ago my dear friend was talking about getting a kink in her neck. I decided to mention that I had never gotten a kink in my neck and I thought it looked pretty funny when she showed up to school with her head tilted to one side. I did not find the need to knock on any wood products.
I woke up the very next morning with a kink in my neck.
My very first ever neck-kink. I spent 3 days not being able to look to the right without feeling like I was being stabbed in the neck with a very sharp knife. I no longer think it's funny when people come to school with tilted heads.

Now I am doubting the classification of particle board as wood. Because I woke up deathly ill this morning. Deathly ill and feeling rather dehydrated. Trying to fix this dehydration issue led me to discover that I wasn't even able to hold down water. Not even for a minute. So after getting rid of this obviously unneeded sip of water, I went into the living room and curled up in a ball of pain. My mom asked if i was okay, I said no. And then I fell asleep.
I woke up feeling better. I drank some water. And waited. And then I thanked my stomach for letting me replenish my cells. I spent the rest of the day sitting and eating toast and crackers.

My family had pizza for supper. I did not. My mom didn't think it was a good idea. I was angry, until I found the superfries. My mom said superfries should be fine, and since there really weren't that many left, I should just make the rest of the bag. I told her that I wouldn't be eating them all, because I was still feeling fairly sick. When they got out of the oven, I inhaled every last fry crumb without hesitation. Because superfries are just that good. I don't care if I stay up all night tossing fries, because now I am satisfied.


Do you consider yourself to be a superstitious person? Have you ever jinxed yourself?

Humorous Math Terms

Because I am a slightly nerdy person, I was just thinking about math. No, not about the Pythagorean theorem or the quadratic formula, just about words. There are some words used by the mathematically gifted that make you wonder why the inventor of said terms did not put more focus on their English. After saying them once or twice it is clear that they do not sound intelligent at all, but merely quite ridiculous. Here are some terms I can think of off the top of my head (although I guarantee there are many more, that may be added on a later date.)

1. Sinusoidal
This word makes me irritated, because it is almost impossible to say it in a normal voice. The speaker of this word almost always gains a nasal tone. Sine-you-SOY-Dal. (unplug your nose...)Sinusoidal.

2. Logarithm
Now I suppose there is nothing wrong with this word, and it is just me and my active imagination taking over. Wherever I hear or read the word "logarithm", I instantly get an image in my head of a freshly chopped log dancing around to a steady beat. (Log-rhythm, if that was confusing.)

3. Asymptote
I think it was my very own math teacher that really ruined this wonderful word for me (Though it wasn't much better without her help...) Even though the P is clearly positioned before the T, she insists on pronouncing it "ASS-IM-TOPE" (or, as I like to say, "ass-in-tope"). Now this was fine, until the first time I heard her say "WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT TOUCH THE ASS-IN-TOPE!"
You can only imagine my reaction. (i.e.: giggling immaturely)
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And now I have a question for you: What is the most rediculous word you have ever heard, and what do you think of when you hear it?

My Salamander

I have a pet salamander. His name is, surprisingly, Salamander, though he has gotten quite a few nicknames in the 6 months that we've had him living in the lap of luxury. Most of the time I call him Creature, although some less flattering nicknames have come out, including Stinky, Stink ball, Savage (when he makes a particularly ferocious snap at my food offerings), and Cutie (which I'm sure makes him feel very manly). My dad insists that he is a girl (which probably makes him feel much worse than when I call him cute) and usually calls him Sally or some variation of that. And my mother, well, she's too busy stuffing food in the poor things mouth and sending him on a long and painful road to obese-dom to give him a proper name. She insists that he's "Just a little boy!" and should get as much food as he wants. I object, and every time he decides to trek out from under his log when others are watching, I point out that he's gotten much rounder since the last time we actually saw his whole body.

One unfortunate night my cute little creature decided that he was not happy with something in his wonderfully designed storage box-turned-terrarium and decided it was time to make his disappointment known. I looked over and saw him scaling the wall of the box. This was quite shocking since he usually doesn't even soak in his pool while the lights are turned on. We did an emergency soil-change, and all has been well ever since.

Though many people think that a salamander is probably one of the most unappealing pets out there, I have to disagree (obviously). I get great pleasure out of having him around. He's started to recognize me as one of his "feeders" (although he probably likes my mom better, because he knows she cant resist him), and every time he sees me looking for him, he stretches his neck out from under his log and gives me a cute little salamander smile. He also has a few quirks, like his obsession with chicken, his need to attack anything that moves, and his bathing ritual (in the tub, every night at 8 o'clock). I love just watching him, he's so adorable.

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I realize that a salamander can be considered an odd choice for a pet, which leads me to my question for you marvelous blog readers:

What is the strangest pet you or someone you know has had? What pet do you wish you had?

What the Time Change Means to Me...

This is my first non-myspace blog ever! I'm trying to not blog so seriously all the time, although I'm not sure how well that's working. Let me know what you think..

Today was the first "real" day after the unfortunate clock-changing experience on Saturday night. It was a long day. But when I walked out into the first warm day in what's felt like forever, an instant feeling of Spring came over me. Supper was eaten while the sun was still in plain view, and that annoying glare was still on the TV when Everybody Loves Raymond came on. When I realized that Spring was upon us, another thought struck me. A dreaded thought that I knew was comming but am never really prepared for. And that thought was... It's time to shave my legs.
Now, don't get me wrong. I do not lock up the razor all winter. I do shave when I am starting to feel like I will never be a female again if I let this go on. But those gender-defining moments are nothing like the end-of-winter, make-sure-you-do-a-good-job-of-it experiences.
So, after supper, when the sun was still shining, I went and got a brand new 2-blade bulk razor from the handy resealable bag that my mom so kindly purchased for me. I told myself that it would all be worth it in the end, and went ahead and did it.
Now let me tell you, 2-blade disposable razors, though claiming to be wonderfully designed with you in mind, do not live up to their promises. A long battle for smoothness ensued, but after a good half hour, I walked out of the shower in one piece, having left not one drop of warm water behind. It wasn't all fun and games though, as I did end up with a few battle scars which have now been doctored and are already showing signs of recovery.
And now I sit here, relieved that this ordeal is over, and kicking my legs back and forth so my pyjama pants will billow over my extremely smooth and touchable legs.

Being Nice Never Hurt Anyone

The last old myspace blog for the night..

I read a story today. I've read it before, but when I read it today, it made me think. Not like you didn't see that phrase comming, "It made me think". I probably use that in almost all of my blogs. Which makes sense, blogs are inspired by thoughts. But anyways..
The story was about this boy, we'll call him Joe. So Joe was walking home from school, carrying an armload of stuff, and dropped it all on the sidewalk. There happened to be another boy walking past him at the time, who I will call Bob because I am unable to think of creative names. Bob stopped and helped Joe pick up his things. They ended up becomming great friends. And then, years later, Joe tells Bob that he was going home to commit suicide on the day that they met. He had cleaned out his locker, and that is why his arms were full of things. That random act of kindness from Bob was enough to show him that life was worth living. If Bob had just kept walking, Joe would be dead.
So after reading this very touching story which i think has been going through the inboxes of everyone for generations, I was thinking about how you have an impact on everyone you encounter. I know a lot of them are not nearly as huge as that. Giving a smile to someone you pass on the street, for example, will more than likely not be a life-altering experience for either you or the stranger you pass.
If someone you dont know very well, or at all for that matter, or anyone that isn't in the position where they feel that it is their duty to make you feel good about yourself, were to come up to you out of nowhere and compliment you, you would probably feel pretty good about yourself. You would go "Yeah, these shoes are pretty cool, aren't they?" There's something about a stranger going out of their way to say something nice about you that makes it so much more satisfying. They may not have changed your outlook on life, but they could very well have made your day.
And if you think about it like that, would it not be terribly cruel to make some random remark of disgust when passing someone on the street? Shouldn't we think twice before judging people and voicing our opinions about them? You can ruin someone's day as easily as you can make it, and you don't even know these people. We have a lot of responsibility that we don't really even realize we have. It's kind of creepy, the effect you can have on strangers that you have never seen before and probably will never see again.
So, i guess the point of this blog is that being nice does not hurt anyone, if anything it makes people better, and considering people's feelings before you say something cruel is always a good idea. If you see someone having difficulties and think "I wonder if they need help.." they probably do, and an offer never hurt anyone, even if they refuse. You never know who's life you could be saving...

Dreams

Another old myspace blog...

So I was thinking.. I think alot, you see.. which i suppose is a good thing because if I didnt think I would be in some sort of a vegetative state and that would not be cool. Because when you have carrot fingers, blogging would become quite difficult, especially if said carrots were cooked...
But anyways, I was thinking about dreams. And not the kind of dream where you want to be a doctor when you grow up, or the kinds of dreams that you share with a signifigant other along with your hopes. No, just the dreams that pop up when you fall asleep and your mind turns off, but it really doesnt turn off, its like.. the little guy in your head that controlls your mind falls asleep with you, and now your mind has the freedom to do whatever the hell it wants.
Dreams have got to be the most interesting and confusing things ever. I dont think anyone really understands why you have them, or at least why they're so strange. And what's with this everything making sense business? You make up rediculous things but, of course, that's so-and-so, even though they look completely different, and DUH we're in school, even though there isnt a classroom to be found.
Like whenever I dream that I'm in my house, and I go downstairs, theres always this like.. secret room under the stairs, with a couch and a tv and a wooden chest full of things from when my parents were little. But I can't usually get into it, there isnt even a door. I can see through the wall, and all I really want to do is get into that damn room and look through that chest and sit on that huge couch. But am I allowed to? no, i am not. Do I find that strange in any way, shape, or form? Of course not, why should I?
Some people say that what you dream about is what you really want, deep down inside. And I mean.. sometimes I get that. I've had many a dream that I wish was real when I wake up. But I really wouldn't be too fond of a secret room down here that I couldnt get into. It's not like I wake up in the morning and go "Damn, the things I would give to have that amazing room.." And what about nightmares? I certainly don't want that. Sure, paralyze me as soon as I need to run from a serial killer, that sounds like a barrel of monkeys to me...
And then theres the famous falling dream. Some people say that if you just let yourself land, you'll never have that dream again. But then theres other people who say that when you finally land, you die. And that, my friends, is not the most pleasant of thoughts. I can't remember if i ever let myself land. I think i did, because I havent had that dream in years. And as far as I know I'm still alive and kickin'. Well, alive at least, I think the whole kicking thing has gone down once the dreams went away...
I think I'm done this blog.. I may continue it some day in the future, if and when I think of some more intreresting dream thoughts. Dreams are cool. I like dreams.

Living Without Regrets

This is a blog I posted on myspace in October, at around 3 in the morning. I normally wouldnt mention the time of posting, but it ties into this one. Enjoy.

So I was reading this survey that asked "If you could go back in time what would you change?"
This question.. when your mind thinks its 4 in the morning... really makes you think. Because my answer to that is.. absolutely nothing. Yes, that's right. This whole living without regrets thing is starting to make sense to me. I think thats because I have this underlying layer of happiness all the time now. Yeah, things make me sad, and I'm never at a loss for things to complain about. But still.. I'm always happy.
And I think the way you feel at the exact moment that someone asks you that question really effects your answer. I guess it also has something to do with whether or not you think everything is connected. Like choosing a bagel for breakfast instead of cereal somehow caused you to trip in the hall at lunch (which is a fairly lame example on my part.. but i think that gets the point across...) So assuming that you believe this theory (which I think i do..) and assuming you're generally happy at the moment.. your answer would probably be something like mine. Nothing. Because obviously all of those stupid things in your past stacked up and made something awesome that you wouldnt give up for the world. You couldnt bare to risk losing the situation you are in at that very moment in exchange for patching something up that was probably long forgotten.
Now, still assuming you believe in the theory, but instead of happy, you're depressed, or mad. Chances are you're regretting a lot of things. You're thinking that if you just did one thing differently, your life would be perfect. Everything would have fallen into place like it was supposed to and you wouldnt be sitting there depressed, regretting every stupid mistake of your past.
But the thing about that is... the happy people were once depressed too. They had regrets. But then something happened. Something that made them so happy that they realized that regretting things in your past is pointless. And in my half-asleep state of mind right now, i'm going to say the thing that made me so mad not so long ago. And that would be.. Live with no regrets. You can curse your past as much as you want, but thats not going to change anything. Live in the moment, work for happiness, and do what you think is right.
But now that I'm sounding like an over dramatic inspirational speaker, this blog will come to an end. You have now all gotten a taste of the sleepy steph who thinks way too much. Congratulations.

First blog on here, expect much better than this.

So, I've decided to venture away from myspace in my blogging. Mainly because I want to have more people read what I have to say without running the risk of some old man stalking me in the process. And also because I have some non-myspace friends who have shown interest in my "good blogs" who I guess would like to read them. And this is how they can do that.
I don't really know how this site works yet. I don't even know if anyone will read this blog. I hope that if you are some kind stranger you will realize that this will probably be my worst blog, because it doesn't really have a point. But my other blogs will be much better and continuing to visit this page would probably not hurt you.
I've decided to remain fairly annonymous on this blog. Because I, again, am not fond of old man stalkers following me because I've revealed too much on this goshforsaken thing. That would really be quite unfortunate.
So I think my first few posts very well may be old myspace posts that I am particularily fond of, and probably some new ones as well. All of my myspace posts will end up on here, but not all of the posts on here will also be on myspace. If that makes sense.
My goal in the long run is to get my own domain, and have my own blog altogether, but I want to gain some readers first. Hopefully I can do that. So, if you like what I write, it would be greatly appreciated if you subscribed. Expect more interesting posts soon.