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stephanie is: eating cereal…

cereals currently in the pantry:

1. plain cheerios
2. winnie-the-pooh hunny-b’s
3. special k red berries
4. cocoa crispies (today’s choice)

tv channels i watch most often:

1. nick-at-nite (we watch tons of the cosby show, cheers, and family ties late late at night when we can’t sleep)
2. discovery channel anything (especaily medical shows – bonus if they show actual operations. i like both the human and vet ones)
3. hbo (i *heart* oz… it’s on break right now so i sometimes watch six feet under but i’m just not as into it so i forget. i love their documentaries and anything about sex and strippers, heh)
4. tlc/hgtv/dyi (mmm home improvement and crafts! i put one of these channels on and watch 8 straight hours of their shows while i rebraid my hair. i love trading spaces. i hate that show on hgtv ‘trash to treasure’ where they take ugly stuff and make it into slightly different ugly stuff.)
5. disney (only one show here – lizzie maguire – it is like crack. mmm middle school drama! think ‘degrassi junior high’ + ‘early saved by the bell’ + ‘my two dads’)
6. news (on whatever channel is currently playing it)

random stories:

1. i broke both my arms (2 bones in the left, one in the right) at once when i was 10. i was playing in after-school-program (i was raised in a single parent home so they had a program where they would watch you at school till your parents picked you up at 5 or 6pm. i had to go to all day ones if we had a day off from school.) and i was supposed to *pretend* to fall off the rainbow (curved monkey bars). it was hot and my hands slipped. i remember seeing the bright sun then the gravel. my two friends were impressed and went on with are game till i looked up with blood running down my face. i didn’t notice that part right away because my arms HURT. they helped me hobble towards the supervisor who just sat there in her chair with her magazine lowered – staring blankly. i didn’t cry. she brought me inside and i felt like i was on display for show and tell cause everyone kept oohing and ahhing at my forehead. i wanted to see it but no one let me before they stitched it up, dammit. the superviser didn’t seem impressed that my wrists hurt. she was fussing with my hair to keep it out of my cut. my dad came and saved me. the moment we got in the car i started to cry. he took me to the emergancy room of the hospial across the street from my house. someone saw me quickly to assess my injuries.. she hardly glanced at the cut and was very interested in my arm pain. she gave me ice packs that went cold when she broke them. we had to wait a while in the waiting room. i remember another girl was there. i think she was being abused or something. maybe they were yelling. i can’t remember. but she started crying which set me off crying again and the nice mom looked over to me and reassured me that “he” couldn’t hurt me. they took me back for stitches and x-rays. while i was waiting a police officer stopped by my table and said “so you are the girl who broke both of her arms!”… and that is how i found out.
   

2. in high school i took biology with a teacher i HATED. and he hated me right back. it was very rare for me not to get along with a teacher but he was terrible. gah. at the end of the year he wanted to pour all the guppies he had in the classroom down the drain. i said i would take them. he told me he’d be surprised if i kept them alive for more than a week. i kept them in a fish bowl with marbles at the bottom for a couple months. i named each one after a famous artist and drew what their tails looked like to tell them apart. i went away to new mexico for the summer and my boyfriend watched them. when i got back he had added a fish without asking me. turns out he had tried to add 2 but one went down the drain or something. within a week all my fish were dead or dying.
3. i was a band geek growing up. i even own my own oboe (bought with money left to me in a will). i never went to ‘band camp’ over the summer… unless you count the 3 weeks early we would go to school for marching band practice. marching band was an unfortunate side effect of being in band. you had to be in both. and this was the early 90’s when the cheerleaders liked to choose new kids on the block songs for us to play during their routines. agh. thankfully, you don’t march with oboes. you’d either ram the reed through the top of your mouth or break it on your teeth. so i got to be in the drum line with the percussion slackers. and you can’t hear the music when you are bettween two snare drums. i played cymbals. i was very good at playing the rythms correctly unlike the senior oboist when i was a freshman who had zero rythm. i was also one of the only ones who paid attention to the halftime marching routine in our half of the drumline so everyone would follow me while i counted out the steps. i usually had thin bruises on my side from the cymbals pinching me. i caught my nipple a few times, ow. i still haven’t entirely lost the calluses on my index fingers from the cymbal straps.
   

4. i once bought one of those round brushes after getting my hair cut – since that is what the stylist used. i promptly got it completely locked into my hair. my dad had to take plyers and pull the bristles out of the handle one by one till they were almost all out and we could slip the brush handle out of the knotted hair. i went to the shower and poured a huge amount of conditioner on the knot and it came right out.
   

5. on the last day of the school year my best friend at the time, carrie and i decided to wear horrible clashing outfits. just because we could. we got the idea from eating dinner at bennigans on night when all the servers where dressed for a ‘clash day’. all day long people would ask why we were dressed ‘like that’ and we would innocently ask what they meant. heh. i have two years on video tape. i’m not sure if we did the other years.
   

that is it for now… perhaps more another time, if it is at all interesting to anyone. :b