Good Evening, I'm Chevy Chase...and you're not

okay, neither am I...I'm Brian Fantanna (No you're Brick)

No, I'm Steph.

Now that we got that solved, uhh, I think I am crazy. Any brief lapse I may have had into falling into the real world, working at a real job, and looking for apartments, you know dealing with responsibilty, blah blah blah...is over, and I feel my old Steph-ness returning. Which is good. Cause I think I was starting to get to boring or grown-up or something recently. I hadn't watched TV for like 2 weeks (even with my SEVERE trying (and failure) to at least tape Alias and Gilmore Girls. Some of this I may attribute to my recent picking up of editing. Haven't done it for a while, and recently with this new project, I've been spending 4-5 hours alone in a dark room, with my computer and footage again. And for those of you who know how I get when this occurs...well, you know. I start to talk to myself and get into fairly silly moods (ie: hiding under the counters from my mom with Kayla? around midnight, after demanding she bring us some chuckwagons and dr.pepper?)

Anyways, since I brought this up, there is quite an odd dream in my blog if anyone dares look. Today I was a little worried in one of my classes because the teacher started talking about our last papers (an area I feel I have been declining in, partially due to my lack of spunk, or personality, that usually finds itself in my writing). He went on to talk about how he doesn't care what other teacher's say, he's gonna say the truth, and the truth is that with every paper, there is at LEAST one that sticks out and makes them think, "How in the hell did this person get into college!?" and immediately sticks the paper at the bottom of the pile to prolong reading it. But honestly this time he was suprised because of 23 students he had 23 papers turned in ON TIME, and he found himself liking and enjoying all 23. So that relieved me. I thought I was gonna be the idiot kid. (Haha, still managing to sneak by 'em)

Erm...I don't have much else to say. Except that Mraz Journal entries are good for the soul. Whether about, chickens, stars, or why girls pluck their eyebrows, sometimes I read them and laugh, and others open my mind and make me feel all philosophical...although sometimes too much of that gets annoying (coughreidcough)and now I feel as if I need to go to Hawaii. I won't post the whole thing, but just a little excerpt that I think applies.

"What’s important right now in addition to my newfound love of wave riding,is that I am still happy, healthy, and in love with what I do, how I do it,and with whom. Were it not for my many friends, my loving family, my mysterious higher power, and the moon of course, I would just be me. And that would be all right too I guess. So life can’t suck either way. I hope you feel the same about yours. If you’re spending too much time questioning it these days, take some time for yourself to close your eyes and ears and open your mind to something new that is in fact older than we’ll ever be. It may be time you visited Hawaii."