Dear Erica,
It's weird to think that this is my last letter to you. I can't help but feel a little sad writing this, because I know it means the conclusion of our summer. The thing about writing a letter (or typing it in my case) is that I have to accept that I'm not going to get an immediate response or any response at all. I have to come to terms with the fact that perhaps I am writing purely for myself sometimes. In these letters to you, I've laughed, cried, felt hopeful, and totally missed you. This is not the last time we will find ourselves seperated, but in writing to you these past few weeks it has given me new hope that we will ALWAYS be BFFs. I'm so glad you are home now and we can hang out for real and not just write to each other. This summer has brought us many new memories and new friends and I can't wait for our future adventures; together and apart. I'm not sure if I will ever reread these letters and judging by their lengthiness at times, I'm not sure you will read them either. If for any purpose they will serve as a documentation that we exist, and our summer existed, and that our friendship will for ever exist. I will conclude this last letter with one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite songs. It's one of those quotes that I want to live my life by, and hope that someday I will find it within myself to fully be able to.
Have no envy. Have no fear.
Love,
Stephanie
Tuesday 14 August 2012
Sunday 12 August 2012
Letter #22
Dear Erica,
We could not have left at a better time. Last night my uncle fell asleep with the TV on. He was sleeping on the couch in the family room of our house and keep in mind that I resided in a hallway. There were no doors, walls, or separation of any kind between me and that stupid television. At all. It was on the ENTIRE night. That's right, from 10 p.m. until 9 a.m. I was listening to the Olympic, the news, and whatever else was on TV at 3 in the morning. Gahhhh! You know those people who say, "I didn't sleep at all last night" but really they were only awake for like an hour? Well, I wasn't one of those people unfortunatly. There is a particular feeling that you have while you lie in bed contemplating storming down the stairs and smashing the TV, and it feels very similar to insanity.
Welllll at about 6:15 I decided I was up and didn't try to sleep anymore. Instead I made you a short and slightly deranged film about my room and iMessaged it to you. I also took a video of me on the hammock while I waited for my fam to be ready to leave. Typical grandfather moment: we were going to take a family picture in front of the house as we do every single year and after I tried explaining how Justin has a camera with a timer on it so he can be in the picture too, my grandpa completely rejected any possibility of him not taking the picture and proceeded to do so much to my distress. We left the house and went on our way to blueberry picking. When I got there my eyes had the glorifying experiance of landing upon the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Of course this happened while I was surrounded by my sweaty and screamy family members and to top it off I was rocking a slept-in-braid, and our school tshirt. I must say that my resemblance to an armadillo in that moment was striking. We picked away at those blueberries and then got in the car on the way home. Here is a list of some of the stuff that i spied while driving home:
A splendid cottage
Love,
Stephanie
We could not have left at a better time. Last night my uncle fell asleep with the TV on. He was sleeping on the couch in the family room of our house and keep in mind that I resided in a hallway. There were no doors, walls, or separation of any kind between me and that stupid television. At all. It was on the ENTIRE night. That's right, from 10 p.m. until 9 a.m. I was listening to the Olympic, the news, and whatever else was on TV at 3 in the morning. Gahhhh! You know those people who say, "I didn't sleep at all last night" but really they were only awake for like an hour? Well, I wasn't one of those people unfortunatly. There is a particular feeling that you have while you lie in bed contemplating storming down the stairs and smashing the TV, and it feels very similar to insanity.
Welllll at about 6:15 I decided I was up and didn't try to sleep anymore. Instead I made you a short and slightly deranged film about my room and iMessaged it to you. I also took a video of me on the hammock while I waited for my fam to be ready to leave. Typical grandfather moment: we were going to take a family picture in front of the house as we do every single year and after I tried explaining how Justin has a camera with a timer on it so he can be in the picture too, my grandpa completely rejected any possibility of him not taking the picture and proceeded to do so much to my distress. We left the house and went on our way to blueberry picking. When I got there my eyes had the glorifying experiance of landing upon the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Of course this happened while I was surrounded by my sweaty and screamy family members and to top it off I was rocking a slept-in-braid, and our school tshirt. I must say that my resemblance to an armadillo in that moment was striking. We picked away at those blueberries and then got in the car on the way home. Here is a list of some of the stuff that i spied while driving home:
A splendid cottage
A lonely farmer
A wishing well
An antique shop with a metal rooster
A building shaped like an igloo
Geese in a pond
a big wheels bike in a field
A bird feeder on a tall pole
a tree painted on a roof
A GIANT piggy bank
A sassy "oh yeah. We're open" sign
Windows full of wedding dresses
When we got here I wasted some time on the computer, then showered for 20 minutes. I tried to do this whole face mask and treatment stuff by using natural methods like an egg or a piece of ice. It felt kind of good but the real pleasure was just in having a bathroom to myself for more than 5 seconds. Last night while I was mid-shower a certain cousin of mine came waltzing in and washed up while I stood mortified in the shower (thank God the curtain is opaque)... Not good times. I forgot to tell you (I think) but Rachel has been pretty obsessed with sneakily eating bacon because she knows my grandparents will eat it and she also knows she's not allowed to have it. So a couple of nights ago I was eating some salad and I was going to put bacos on it (I'm assuming you know what those are...) but I saw her there and I gave her some and let her believe that it was real bacon. She felt really sneaky and later thanked me for giving her bacon. Oh geez. ERICA!!! I just beheld online that you are coming home right this minute and here I am, rambling about bacon. OMG! I don't care if it's 2 in the morning but girl you call me ASAP!! I CANT BELIEVE YOURE COMING HOME! I think I'm going to explode or something. K stop reading this, call me. Now.Love,
Stephanie
Saturday 11 August 2012
Letter #21
Dear Erica,
I wrote you such a long letter last time that I thought I would spare you from reading another for a few days. Sooooo Thursday was really rainy here, so we mostly just chilled at home. My family went bowling but I was being a moody teenager and decided to stay home because my dad was annoying me. I drove my mom to Walmart and didn't do as well as I could have. There was this dude pushing shopping carts in the parking lot and I was trying to drive past him but he was in the middle of the street. Instead of getting to one side he tried to push the carts faster, so I sort of followed him a little still trying to get past him. My mom started yelling at me to just stop moving and let him get past. He finally got to one side and my mom says out loud, "go on" so I did. Apparently she wasn't talking to me though, she was talking to the dude, because we both started moving causing my mom to freak out and yell at me for almost hitting the poor man. I felt so stupid. After texting my camp friends about how bored I was, we went to dairy queen at like 9:30 which was honesly like the most exciting moment of my day. Yesterday we were supposed to go horseback riding but it was still pretty rainy so we decided to go to the library instead. They were having a scary movie festival with lots of food. It was super cute, but these were not just scary movies. These were HORROR MOVIES!! Cuddle buddy, I'm sure you are aware of how I feel about scary movies in general. Oh man, I was so scared. The first one we came into was just ending and I felt pretty cool because I was totally not scared and just thought the special effects were dumb, but I also didn't see the whole movie. The second one was The Ring, which is only rated PG-13, and it's not really gory at all. But I was SOOOO scared. I googled the movie while I was watching it so I could find out what happened and I wouldn't be startled. Regardless, I did that thing where you cover your eyes with your hands leaving only tiny spaces to see through them during most of the movie. After it was over I went outside for a little to calm down, and when given the option to go home, I STAYED FOR THE SEQUAL!! Eric, I didn't cry or anything!! I watched the movie and calmly covered my eyes when a particularly scary image appeared. Today, Saturday, I woke up and got dressed and went to shul. It's a pretty tiny shul, but sometimes there are cool people that visit. Like many many times this summer, I went with high hopes and got there to find 5 people that weren't my family members there. They were all old and some live here. I went back to the house to change and we went to the blueberry festival parade which was so cute. I felt like SUCH a loser after I did some self reflection. You know when the parade people throw candy for little kids to gather? Not only had I been scavenging candy as well, but I had gathered it in my skirt. Like a 5 year old does. You know, when you hold the end of your skirt and make sort of a bowl for the candy. Uchhhh I was so embarrassed after. I stuffed it all in the pocket of my sweatshirt and pretended it wasn't mine. I came home again, tried to read our AP book, got through one page, and gave up. My fam wanted to go to this rock concert by the water so I decided to go too. While my grandparents drove there and everyone else were behind me, I walked there. The whole way. By myself. Thats like a good 20-30 minute walk. TALK ABOUT HAVING NO FRIENDS! When I got there I sat with my grandparents for like 10 minutes and got super bored and had to walk around. Somewhere in my heart I expected the rest of my time there to play out like this: I was walking around by myself and prince charming came up to me while I was standing there looking attractive and asked if I was here by myself. After telling him about myself and him telling me about himself, we both fall in love and frolick into the sunset together. This day dream of mine has come in many many different forms this summer. Every day I expect it to happen in a different way and I anticipate it every moment only to be let down every single day when it doesn't happen. So as you can imagine, no prince charming came to keep me company, I walked around by myself until I ran into my mom who yelled at me in front of a really cute guy who was running an activity there and she told me I want honoring my parents and I should have kissed her and said goodbye before leaving. Waita ruin my fantasy--oh wait it was never real! Woo! I spent some time with my dad watching the concert and then we walked home and ate ice cream. We are leaving tomorrow and I have already been getting emails about school and stuff I have to do.
I feel so dumb putting this all on the Internet but I really need to talk to someone about it. Even if it's just taking to myself right now. I really thought this summer would be amazing and that we both would have so many adventures and new experiences. I feel like I've missed out and I can't get these moments back. With all of my closest friends away, I wasted so much time feeling lonely and not doing anything. I do think I have grown this summer. Even if I was just away for 2 weeks, I learned how to travel on my own and how to be more independent. I learned to be tougher and not take crap from people. I learned that sometimes people don't know when they are being annoying and I can't just let them but with me without saying something. I continue to learn how to stand my ground and stand up for myself. Even if I didn't get my adventure like I hoped I would, I think I'll be okay. I know that I will have many more exciting summers--and experiences in general--in the future. I have faith that even though it has taken me longer, I will someday find what I'm looking for.
I miss you to the moon and back!
Love,
Stephanie
P.s. I am SO ready to stop sharing a house with all of my family, and to not have to reside in a hallway anymore.
I wrote you such a long letter last time that I thought I would spare you from reading another for a few days. Sooooo Thursday was really rainy here, so we mostly just chilled at home. My family went bowling but I was being a moody teenager and decided to stay home because my dad was annoying me. I drove my mom to Walmart and didn't do as well as I could have. There was this dude pushing shopping carts in the parking lot and I was trying to drive past him but he was in the middle of the street. Instead of getting to one side he tried to push the carts faster, so I sort of followed him a little still trying to get past him. My mom started yelling at me to just stop moving and let him get past. He finally got to one side and my mom says out loud, "go on" so I did. Apparently she wasn't talking to me though, she was talking to the dude, because we both started moving causing my mom to freak out and yell at me for almost hitting the poor man. I felt so stupid. After texting my camp friends about how bored I was, we went to dairy queen at like 9:30 which was honesly like the most exciting moment of my day. Yesterday we were supposed to go horseback riding but it was still pretty rainy so we decided to go to the library instead. They were having a scary movie festival with lots of food. It was super cute, but these were not just scary movies. These were HORROR MOVIES!! Cuddle buddy, I'm sure you are aware of how I feel about scary movies in general. Oh man, I was so scared. The first one we came into was just ending and I felt pretty cool because I was totally not scared and just thought the special effects were dumb, but I also didn't see the whole movie. The second one was The Ring, which is only rated PG-13, and it's not really gory at all. But I was SOOOO scared. I googled the movie while I was watching it so I could find out what happened and I wouldn't be startled. Regardless, I did that thing where you cover your eyes with your hands leaving only tiny spaces to see through them during most of the movie. After it was over I went outside for a little to calm down, and when given the option to go home, I STAYED FOR THE SEQUAL!! Eric, I didn't cry or anything!! I watched the movie and calmly covered my eyes when a particularly scary image appeared. Today, Saturday, I woke up and got dressed and went to shul. It's a pretty tiny shul, but sometimes there are cool people that visit. Like many many times this summer, I went with high hopes and got there to find 5 people that weren't my family members there. They were all old and some live here. I went back to the house to change and we went to the blueberry festival parade which was so cute. I felt like SUCH a loser after I did some self reflection. You know when the parade people throw candy for little kids to gather? Not only had I been scavenging candy as well, but I had gathered it in my skirt. Like a 5 year old does. You know, when you hold the end of your skirt and make sort of a bowl for the candy. Uchhhh I was so embarrassed after. I stuffed it all in the pocket of my sweatshirt and pretended it wasn't mine. I came home again, tried to read our AP book, got through one page, and gave up. My fam wanted to go to this rock concert by the water so I decided to go too. While my grandparents drove there and everyone else were behind me, I walked there. The whole way. By myself. Thats like a good 20-30 minute walk. TALK ABOUT HAVING NO FRIENDS! When I got there I sat with my grandparents for like 10 minutes and got super bored and had to walk around. Somewhere in my heart I expected the rest of my time there to play out like this: I was walking around by myself and prince charming came up to me while I was standing there looking attractive and asked if I was here by myself. After telling him about myself and him telling me about himself, we both fall in love and frolick into the sunset together. This day dream of mine has come in many many different forms this summer. Every day I expect it to happen in a different way and I anticipate it every moment only to be let down every single day when it doesn't happen. So as you can imagine, no prince charming came to keep me company, I walked around by myself until I ran into my mom who yelled at me in front of a really cute guy who was running an activity there and she told me I want honoring my parents and I should have kissed her and said goodbye before leaving. Waita ruin my fantasy--oh wait it was never real! Woo! I spent some time with my dad watching the concert and then we walked home and ate ice cream. We are leaving tomorrow and I have already been getting emails about school and stuff I have to do.
I feel so dumb putting this all on the Internet but I really need to talk to someone about it. Even if it's just taking to myself right now. I really thought this summer would be amazing and that we both would have so many adventures and new experiences. I feel like I've missed out and I can't get these moments back. With all of my closest friends away, I wasted so much time feeling lonely and not doing anything. I do think I have grown this summer. Even if I was just away for 2 weeks, I learned how to travel on my own and how to be more independent. I learned to be tougher and not take crap from people. I learned that sometimes people don't know when they are being annoying and I can't just let them but with me without saying something. I continue to learn how to stand my ground and stand up for myself. Even if I didn't get my adventure like I hoped I would, I think I'll be okay. I know that I will have many more exciting summers--and experiences in general--in the future. I have faith that even though it has taken me longer, I will someday find what I'm looking for.
I miss you to the moon and back!
Love,
Stephanie
P.s. I am SO ready to stop sharing a house with all of my family, and to not have to reside in a hallway anymore.
Wednesday 8 August 2012
P.s. letter #20 cont.
Omgomgomgomggggg I just watched ray William Johnson on YouTube and oflfiughfdighfuh he just showed the SCARIEST ice cream advertisement I grave ever seen in my life. I am sooooooo creeped out by this guy in the ad that I might not sleep tonight. Creepier than the bitterroot footage I think. Ahh it was so scary that I had to cover my eyes in order to cut and paste this web address. Honestly watch this and tell me it's not the scariest shit you will ever see in your life. Abbhhhh I'm going to find a happy place now, love Stephanie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNKfYcRpCEI&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Letter #20
Dear Erica,
Yay! 20th letter! I feel like this deserves a little celebration. Today I went to Michigan Adventure and had a great time. I went on so many roller coasters, you would have LOVED it. We have to go to cedar point together sometime so we can ride the coasters together. The funniest moment was when it was me, Ross, and Rachel riding this huge rollarcoaster. It was Rachel's first time ever on this ride nd I guess she wasn't exactly prepared for the first drop because I'm serious her face was priceless! It was sooooooo funny, it was a combination of pure terror and utter fear. Ross and I were both laughing so hard we were crying. He described it as her having 5 chins, eyes super wide, mouth was in a wide open frown, and the slightest hint of having to throw up. Soooooo funny. The water park made me feel grossly gross to step foot in. I kept thinking of the thousands of nasty feet that were in the same spot mine were in, so I just went in the lazy river and didn't go on any water slides. I have some random stories to tell you now, some are slightly relevant and some are completely irrelevant so bear with me. First of all, you should know that I really have to pee right now, but there is only one bathroom in the house and someone is showering. I could go to the other house, but I wouldn't want to completely scare the poop out of someone if they think I'm like a burglar or something coming into their house at midnight. Second of all, while I was walking towards a ride I saw this lady FULL ON, NO SHAME AT ALL, picking her nose. GROSS. Third of all, RMTTY: boyscouts at a subway. Fourth of all, last night there was this huge nasty bug in my room and I was too scared to touch it so I just left it alone. When I was going to go to sleep, though, I wanted to do something on my iPad and as soon as my light was out and I turned on my iPad the bug started flying around my room. Of course this made me freak out inside but I just calmly put away my iPad thinking it was just attracted to the light and it would leave me alone. FALSE. It stared flying first around the opposite side of the room from my bed, but all of a sudden I feel this tiny thud on my foot and the buzzing stops. THE HUGE NASTY BUG WAS MOMENTARILY RESDING ON MY VERY OWN FOOT!!! (flashback to that time at camp when there was a huge bug in my hair. Scary times.) you can imagine my terror as I flung my foot around hoping it would fly away. Oh and it did fly. Right to my HEAD! It then landed on the pillow that was behind my pillow (I can only assume this is where it landed because I heard it buzzing but I had quickly dived...dove...diven? Whatever, I put the covers over my head in about 1 second and quietly prayed to the lord to make it go away. I'm not sure if or when it did go away, but it has made me very uneasy about walking around my room or getting into bed. I'm afraid I'll find it waiting for me and I'll freak out. I would have asked someone else to kill it right when I first saw it, but it was alread really late when I first saw it and I didn't want to wake anyone up. Fifth of all, I just went pee and omgggg the floor is NASTY in there. The tiny rug squishes with who knows what kind of liquids. Plus, as I may have mentioned, there is like BARELY a door between the bathroom and my aunts room. It's this thin wooden slidey thing that doesn't even close all the way and it's right in front of the toilet. Basically anyone in that room is listening to me pee. Lastly, when I was in the car on my way to and from the park today I was rereading all of our imessages all the way back from march when you deleted all of mine. I'm still slightly mad at you for that. But it was so nice, I really felt like you were here with me instead of half a world away. You're the only person that makes me need to crack up and cry at the same time and I miss you sooooo much. Here is a snipit of some of my favorite things we said. Beware, it's kinda long.
Where'd you go??
I was just talking to myself for like 5 minutes
Woa wait, hahaha seriously?
That happens ot me al the time when ur phone dies or u hang up on me, ha
I noticed we got disconnected but was too lazy to call back at the moment..
I called you back twice! GRRRRRRR technology
How much chem did you do?
Really? I didnt get the call...
Umm like a few multiple choice ones
Dnt forget that mantas told us not to do 3 of the muoltiple choices..
Can we seriously work together on chem during study hall tomorrow?
Ken bevakasha
Toads rabbits
I used ur line
Yaaay!
🐸🐰
Haha
Can that be our inside joke? Like instead of thank you we just write that?
Haha we are so funny.
Sureeee
I like it.
MAAAAANN
Ok I'm going to take a shower now (now I'm really starting to sound like you....) so ttyl
I say that all the time. Wth the certain voice..
Omg no, i was about to say that IM gonna shower!
Whoa there what's mannn and why "wth"
LINE STEALER
Haha hamjzsdf
Im loling
What's happening?!?
So funny
Typos
K
Hamster.
I meant WITH
Hahahahah
😜
Maann ur so silly
What the hell Erica? MAAAAANNNNN
Im so weird. I said that out loud. Te last thing i wrote. To mself.
WAIT
Hey. No hell allowed in my imessages
WooAa
Im waiting
I keept on waiting. Waiting. Waitkng, and runing Runing running..
Hello
Im sweating here. And hot. Its os hot in my house. love,
Stephanie
Yay! 20th letter! I feel like this deserves a little celebration. Today I went to Michigan Adventure and had a great time. I went on so many roller coasters, you would have LOVED it. We have to go to cedar point together sometime so we can ride the coasters together. The funniest moment was when it was me, Ross, and Rachel riding this huge rollarcoaster. It was Rachel's first time ever on this ride nd I guess she wasn't exactly prepared for the first drop because I'm serious her face was priceless! It was sooooooo funny, it was a combination of pure terror and utter fear. Ross and I were both laughing so hard we were crying. He described it as her having 5 chins, eyes super wide, mouth was in a wide open frown, and the slightest hint of having to throw up. Soooooo funny. The water park made me feel grossly gross to step foot in. I kept thinking of the thousands of nasty feet that were in the same spot mine were in, so I just went in the lazy river and didn't go on any water slides. I have some random stories to tell you now, some are slightly relevant and some are completely irrelevant so bear with me. First of all, you should know that I really have to pee right now, but there is only one bathroom in the house and someone is showering. I could go to the other house, but I wouldn't want to completely scare the poop out of someone if they think I'm like a burglar or something coming into their house at midnight. Second of all, while I was walking towards a ride I saw this lady FULL ON, NO SHAME AT ALL, picking her nose. GROSS. Third of all, RMTTY: boyscouts at a subway. Fourth of all, last night there was this huge nasty bug in my room and I was too scared to touch it so I just left it alone. When I was going to go to sleep, though, I wanted to do something on my iPad and as soon as my light was out and I turned on my iPad the bug started flying around my room. Of course this made me freak out inside but I just calmly put away my iPad thinking it was just attracted to the light and it would leave me alone. FALSE. It stared flying first around the opposite side of the room from my bed, but all of a sudden I feel this tiny thud on my foot and the buzzing stops. THE HUGE NASTY BUG WAS MOMENTARILY RESDING ON MY VERY OWN FOOT!!! (flashback to that time at camp when there was a huge bug in my hair. Scary times.) you can imagine my terror as I flung my foot around hoping it would fly away. Oh and it did fly. Right to my HEAD! It then landed on the pillow that was behind my pillow (I can only assume this is where it landed because I heard it buzzing but I had quickly dived...dove...diven? Whatever, I put the covers over my head in about 1 second and quietly prayed to the lord to make it go away. I'm not sure if or when it did go away, but it has made me very uneasy about walking around my room or getting into bed. I'm afraid I'll find it waiting for me and I'll freak out. I would have asked someone else to kill it right when I first saw it, but it was alread really late when I first saw it and I didn't want to wake anyone up. Fifth of all, I just went pee and omgggg the floor is NASTY in there. The tiny rug squishes with who knows what kind of liquids. Plus, as I may have mentioned, there is like BARELY a door between the bathroom and my aunts room. It's this thin wooden slidey thing that doesn't even close all the way and it's right in front of the toilet. Basically anyone in that room is listening to me pee. Lastly, when I was in the car on my way to and from the park today I was rereading all of our imessages all the way back from march when you deleted all of mine. I'm still slightly mad at you for that. But it was so nice, I really felt like you were here with me instead of half a world away. You're the only person that makes me need to crack up and cry at the same time and I miss you sooooo much. Here is a snipit of some of my favorite things we said. Beware, it's kinda long.
Where'd you go??
I was just talking to myself for like 5 minutes
Woa wait, hahaha seriously?
That happens ot me al the time when ur phone dies or u hang up on me, ha
I noticed we got disconnected but was too lazy to call back at the moment..
I called you back twice! GRRRRRRR technology
How much chem did you do?
Really? I didnt get the call...
Umm like a few multiple choice ones
Dnt forget that mantas told us not to do 3 of the muoltiple choices..
Can we seriously work together on chem during study hall tomorrow?
Ken bevakasha
Toads rabbits
I used ur line
Yaaay!
🐸🐰
Haha
Can that be our inside joke? Like instead of thank you we just write that?
Haha we are so funny.
Sureeee
I like it.
MAAAAANN
Ok I'm going to take a shower now (now I'm really starting to sound like you....) so ttyl
I say that all the time. Wth the certain voice..
Omg no, i was about to say that IM gonna shower!
Whoa there what's mannn and why "wth"
LINE STEALER
Haha hamjzsdf
Im loling
What's happening?!?
So funny
Typos
K
Hamster.
I meant WITH
Hahahahah
😜
Maann ur so silly
What the hell Erica? MAAAAANNNNN
Im so weird. I said that out loud. Te last thing i wrote. To mself.
WAIT
Hey. No hell allowed in my imessages
WooAa
Im waiting
I keept on waiting. Waiting. Waitkng, and runing Runing running..
Hello
Im sweating here. And hot. Its os hot in my house. love,
Stephanie
Tuesday 7 August 2012
Letter #19
Dear Erica,
Yesterday was a pretty good day. I didn't sleep in that much (like I said, my room is literally in a hallway...) so my whole fam went out to breakfast together. After Ross critisized me for wearing the same dress all the time (for the record, he has seen me wear that dress precisely 4 times ever! Election speeches, Jamie's party, and twice at camp.) I went shopping in town with my mom. I can't tell you how much I would love for you to be here with me. It would make the whole trip a bajillion times more fun. I went to the beach later and tried to look attractive while tanning. I texted my roomies (not that they replied to me or anything. Thanks a lot roomies.) that I went to the Michigan shore and I didn't even get a sunburn. I even went all the way in the water! And you know how much I dislike water! To top off the evening, we had some drama, as usual. It wouldn't be a family trip without a couple of good storm outs and blow ups. At breakfast my Aunt called my Grandma to tell her to order her some food because she wasn't at the restaurant yet. Well, my grandfather is HIGHLY anti-technology. He especially hates cell phones. Especially hates cell phones at meal times. To you and me, this small phone call between family members would have caused no alarm and would have been seen as being completely rational and normal. However, my Grandfather is neither rational, or normal. Thus the fist storm out occurred. Meanwhile his full plate of bacon arrived and Ross and I shared our own table. It seems that everyone in my family is able to sort of pair off during vacations. The adults pair off, then leave us 5 kids to pair off. It used to be me and Ross together, but now he seems to gravitate more towards Justin. This doesn't bother me, except for the fact that it leaves me by myself most of the time. Or worse, with my mom. That's why it was sort of nice to just have someone to hang out with finally. The second less eventfull drama took place without me really knowing what was going on, but my mom was mad again. Shocker, I know. The final event of the day was: It was my grandma's 80th birthday on Saturday so we were going to celebrate by going to a fancy restaurant for dinner. When we got there at our reserved time of 6:30, we sat down and ordered blah blah. Weeeeelllll, after over an hour of waiting and several impatient children already having left the table (this time I was not part of this crowd.) the adults started getting impatient as well. My mom had already politely asked the waiter what was prolonging the delivery of our food, then my grandparents called over the waiter to ask him what was taking so damn long, and FINALLY, my Grandfather got up and started causing quite a scene while screaming about how he doesn't eat dinner past 7 and how its not healthy to eat too close to bed time. We all got up and stormed out without paying for our drinks. We looked at a few other restaurants but the lines were long there too and we didn't want to wait any more. So we just went home. I got all dressed up though! It was so disappointing. RMTTY: holding out hope. I walked home sharing my iPod with Rachel and we were singing at the top of our lungs. It was such a good feeling not to care about all the people staring at us from their porches because they were just going to have to deal with it. We were determined to sing Taylor Swift as loud as we could and we were not going to care about any strange looks. When we came home we had some fun times involving a hammock and me and the younger kiddies. Today was pretty similar except no walk outs this time. Instead my Dad had a showdown with Rachel but that happened before I decided to get out of bed. When I did, I walked around town again with my mom then went to the beach for a little. I came home and got ready for dinner which tonight was at 4:45. I kid you not. We had to be sure that it wasn't too close to bedtime. After that we went to see movies. I saw the Dark Knight Rises with my grandma (who happened to eat an entire bag of popcorn without me eating ANY of it. Thanks grams) it was really good. Now its 11:11 and I just made a wish. I really wanted to take a shower tonight but I can't because Rachel and my aunt are already sleeping and their room is connected to the bathroom. I don't even know if I can go down there to brush my teeth, oh well they'll have to deal with it. They chose the room. Tomorrow we are going to Michigan Adventure.
I hope it's an adventure. I even put my hair in pigtail French braids. Dorthy style...
Love,
Stephanie
Yesterday was a pretty good day. I didn't sleep in that much (like I said, my room is literally in a hallway...) so my whole fam went out to breakfast together. After Ross critisized me for wearing the same dress all the time (for the record, he has seen me wear that dress precisely 4 times ever! Election speeches, Jamie's party, and twice at camp.) I went shopping in town with my mom. I can't tell you how much I would love for you to be here with me. It would make the whole trip a bajillion times more fun. I went to the beach later and tried to look attractive while tanning. I texted my roomies (not that they replied to me or anything. Thanks a lot roomies.) that I went to the Michigan shore and I didn't even get a sunburn. I even went all the way in the water! And you know how much I dislike water! To top off the evening, we had some drama, as usual. It wouldn't be a family trip without a couple of good storm outs and blow ups. At breakfast my Aunt called my Grandma to tell her to order her some food because she wasn't at the restaurant yet. Well, my grandfather is HIGHLY anti-technology. He especially hates cell phones. Especially hates cell phones at meal times. To you and me, this small phone call between family members would have caused no alarm and would have been seen as being completely rational and normal. However, my Grandfather is neither rational, or normal. Thus the fist storm out occurred. Meanwhile his full plate of bacon arrived and Ross and I shared our own table. It seems that everyone in my family is able to sort of pair off during vacations. The adults pair off, then leave us 5 kids to pair off. It used to be me and Ross together, but now he seems to gravitate more towards Justin. This doesn't bother me, except for the fact that it leaves me by myself most of the time. Or worse, with my mom. That's why it was sort of nice to just have someone to hang out with finally. The second less eventfull drama took place without me really knowing what was going on, but my mom was mad again. Shocker, I know. The final event of the day was: It was my grandma's 80th birthday on Saturday so we were going to celebrate by going to a fancy restaurant for dinner. When we got there at our reserved time of 6:30, we sat down and ordered blah blah. Weeeeelllll, after over an hour of waiting and several impatient children already having left the table (this time I was not part of this crowd.) the adults started getting impatient as well. My mom had already politely asked the waiter what was prolonging the delivery of our food, then my grandparents called over the waiter to ask him what was taking so damn long, and FINALLY, my Grandfather got up and started causing quite a scene while screaming about how he doesn't eat dinner past 7 and how its not healthy to eat too close to bed time. We all got up and stormed out without paying for our drinks. We looked at a few other restaurants but the lines were long there too and we didn't want to wait any more. So we just went home. I got all dressed up though! It was so disappointing. RMTTY: holding out hope. I walked home sharing my iPod with Rachel and we were singing at the top of our lungs. It was such a good feeling not to care about all the people staring at us from their porches because they were just going to have to deal with it. We were determined to sing Taylor Swift as loud as we could and we were not going to care about any strange looks. When we came home we had some fun times involving a hammock and me and the younger kiddies. Today was pretty similar except no walk outs this time. Instead my Dad had a showdown with Rachel but that happened before I decided to get out of bed. When I did, I walked around town again with my mom then went to the beach for a little. I came home and got ready for dinner which tonight was at 4:45. I kid you not. We had to be sure that it wasn't too close to bedtime. After that we went to see movies. I saw the Dark Knight Rises with my grandma (who happened to eat an entire bag of popcorn without me eating ANY of it. Thanks grams) it was really good. Now its 11:11 and I just made a wish. I really wanted to take a shower tonight but I can't because Rachel and my aunt are already sleeping and their room is connected to the bathroom. I don't even know if I can go down there to brush my teeth, oh well they'll have to deal with it. They chose the room. Tomorrow we are going to Michigan Adventure.
I hope it's an adventure. I even put my hair in pigtail French braids. Dorthy style...
Love,
Stephanie
Sunday 5 August 2012
Letter #18
Dear Erica,
Just so you know, I got your phone call when you called back. My mom answered it first, then I picked up the phone upstairs to tell her to hang up and it got all messed up. Sooooo yeah. Friday, as you know, I was supposed to hang out with a certain jem named girl, but after an hour of waiting, several texts and calls, she never showed up. Yup, I got stood up. I called our BFF d-bomb and SHE didn't stand me up. We went on a photography adventure and hung out at our favorite spot--on the bleachers. No interesting people there to say hi to. If ya know what I mean. Saturday I was planning on going to shul with d-bomb and our senior friend, but my family didn't wake me up. So at 12 I woke up and mostly just hung out until my mom got back from a different shul and she told me that our favorite bible teacher was having a celebratory event in honor of her wedding which was (omg!) today. Ahhhh she's married. I can't believe it. I have not gotten ready for shul that fast since 6th grade, nor have I RAN there since then. When I finally did get there I was sweaty and panting and felt like I was going to throw up because right before I got news of this I was eating a heavily frosted pink cookie. Add cookie to super heat and also throw in some intense perspiration and heaving, and voila! A perfectly awkward "MISS ****!!!" (I starred her name out so you creepers can't find her. That's right, I'm on to you.) She was really happy to see me there though, because she didn't know anyone except for her family. I also hung out with the fiancé. He's a cool dude. Immediately after embracing said teacher I scrambled to some water and tried not to barf all over the place. I know, how lovely. But I was really happy to see her. We talked about how she was so excited and nervous and anxious about her wedding and how it was causing a twitch. She says hi btw. We went to say hi to my mom and she they were taking so I said hi to a guy we know from Avika and he's a senior now. We were talking and hanging out and Miss **** tried to interrupt but he kept talking so I was like "JOE! Hold on a sec." then she said she was going to talk to some peeps but she would say goodbye before she left. True to her word, before she left she made sure to raise her eyebrows behind Joe in that way that means "ehh? Something going on here?" and I made sure to lower my eyebrows in response in the way that means "oh hellll no" I mostly just hung out the rest of the day. Today my fam embarked on our week journey to the Michigan Shore (hehe SEA what I did there?) RMTTY: f bombs and beds. The house here is really cute. Even though my bed is in the middle of the hallway, literally the middle of the hallway, at least I have my own bed. Everyone else is sharing since my grandparents so graciously offered (insisted) on each taking a queen bed which significantly decreases availability of sleeping spaces. You can imagine (actually you probably cant) how my mom reacted to this. RMTTY: more f-bombs. Anyway, Andrew and I were playing photographer and took some pretty bad pictures. Let's face it, I'm not a photographer. There's this hammock here that I embarrassingly flipped myself over on within the first 2 minutes of getting here. (don't worry, nobody was here yet but me and my aunt leaving me to dwell in a puddle of pure embarrassment and hope that nobody saw. I attended the annual watching the sunset over the lake event and it was remarkably the same as every year. RMTTY: blueberries and boy scouts
Wish me luck surviving my family.
Love,
Stephanie
Just so you know, I got your phone call when you called back. My mom answered it first, then I picked up the phone upstairs to tell her to hang up and it got all messed up. Sooooo yeah. Friday, as you know, I was supposed to hang out with a certain jem named girl, but after an hour of waiting, several texts and calls, she never showed up. Yup, I got stood up. I called our BFF d-bomb and SHE didn't stand me up. We went on a photography adventure and hung out at our favorite spot--on the bleachers. No interesting people there to say hi to. If ya know what I mean. Saturday I was planning on going to shul with d-bomb and our senior friend, but my family didn't wake me up. So at 12 I woke up and mostly just hung out until my mom got back from a different shul and she told me that our favorite bible teacher was having a celebratory event in honor of her wedding which was (omg!) today. Ahhhh she's married. I can't believe it. I have not gotten ready for shul that fast since 6th grade, nor have I RAN there since then. When I finally did get there I was sweaty and panting and felt like I was going to throw up because right before I got news of this I was eating a heavily frosted pink cookie. Add cookie to super heat and also throw in some intense perspiration and heaving, and voila! A perfectly awkward "MISS ****!!!" (I starred her name out so you creepers can't find her. That's right, I'm on to you.) She was really happy to see me there though, because she didn't know anyone except for her family. I also hung out with the fiancé. He's a cool dude. Immediately after embracing said teacher I scrambled to some water and tried not to barf all over the place. I know, how lovely. But I was really happy to see her. We talked about how she was so excited and nervous and anxious about her wedding and how it was causing a twitch. She says hi btw. We went to say hi to my mom and she they were taking so I said hi to a guy we know from Avika and he's a senior now. We were talking and hanging out and Miss **** tried to interrupt but he kept talking so I was like "JOE! Hold on a sec." then she said she was going to talk to some peeps but she would say goodbye before she left. True to her word, before she left she made sure to raise her eyebrows behind Joe in that way that means "ehh? Something going on here?" and I made sure to lower my eyebrows in response in the way that means "oh hellll no" I mostly just hung out the rest of the day. Today my fam embarked on our week journey to the Michigan Shore (hehe SEA what I did there?) RMTTY: f bombs and beds. The house here is really cute. Even though my bed is in the middle of the hallway, literally the middle of the hallway, at least I have my own bed. Everyone else is sharing since my grandparents so graciously offered (insisted) on each taking a queen bed which significantly decreases availability of sleeping spaces. You can imagine (actually you probably cant) how my mom reacted to this. RMTTY: more f-bombs. Anyway, Andrew and I were playing photographer and took some pretty bad pictures. Let's face it, I'm not a photographer. There's this hammock here that I embarrassingly flipped myself over on within the first 2 minutes of getting here. (don't worry, nobody was here yet but me and my aunt leaving me to dwell in a puddle of pure embarrassment and hope that nobody saw. I attended the annual watching the sunset over the lake event and it was remarkably the same as every year. RMTTY: blueberries and boy scouts
Wish me luck surviving my family.
Love,
Stephanie
Thursday 2 August 2012
Letter #17
Dear Erica,
It's currently 2:30 am while I am writing this, so I will make this breif. I wish I had an exciting reason for why I am writing you at this time, but honestly I was just watching TV. Sooooo after I wrote the last letter d-bomb and I had a cutsies slumber party. RMTTY: mosquito bites. Since then I've been surprisingly boring. So much so that I truly had nothing to write to you about. I took another practice ACT and still did pretty well, not as well as the first time but still. Today I drove A LOT! I even drove to your very house. I saw Step Up Revolution with my mom (I thought it was positively brilliant!) at the movie theater by your house and my mom happened to have to drop something off at your house. I was so proud of myself! I practiced parking alot today and even did some night driving. At this rate, who knows? Maybe I'll be as good of a driver as you one day. :) Tomorrow I'm actually having a life and hanging out with some peeps. A girl whose name is an ornamental stone and maybe d-bomb will come over too. Yay having a life! I talked to tals on the phone today, she just got home and we agreed that we both miss you dearly.
Love,
Stephanie
It's currently 2:30 am while I am writing this, so I will make this breif. I wish I had an exciting reason for why I am writing you at this time, but honestly I was just watching TV. Sooooo after I wrote the last letter d-bomb and I had a cutsies slumber party. RMTTY: mosquito bites. Since then I've been surprisingly boring. So much so that I truly had nothing to write to you about. I took another practice ACT and still did pretty well, not as well as the first time but still. Today I drove A LOT! I even drove to your very house. I saw Step Up Revolution with my mom (I thought it was positively brilliant!) at the movie theater by your house and my mom happened to have to drop something off at your house. I was so proud of myself! I practiced parking alot today and even did some night driving. At this rate, who knows? Maybe I'll be as good of a driver as you one day. :) Tomorrow I'm actually having a life and hanging out with some peeps. A girl whose name is an ornamental stone and maybe d-bomb will come over too. Yay having a life! I talked to tals on the phone today, she just got home and we agreed that we both miss you dearly.
Love,
Stephanie
Monday 30 July 2012
Letter #16
Dear Erica,
I wish I had something exciting to tell you, but I really don't. RMTTY: lobsters and secret windows
Today I slept in (like I do every day so why am I telling you this? Right, I have a boring life.) In celebration of the play being not ruined I watched Oliver on my ipad and hung out. I went to the pool with a friend who you know and I may have mentioned her in one of my letters...I can't remember. Shes a senior. She was super excited today because she took her drivers test right before I came over and she passed, so she's getting her license tomorrow. Woo her! Other than that I have done....NOTHING. Hopefully Devo's coming over to sleep over in like a half hour. Well, since I have nothing else to say I think I'm going to go eat some ice cream.
Love,
Stephanie
I wish I had something exciting to tell you, but I really don't. RMTTY: lobsters and secret windows
Today I slept in (like I do every day so why am I telling you this? Right, I have a boring life.) In celebration of the play being not ruined I watched Oliver on my ipad and hung out. I went to the pool with a friend who you know and I may have mentioned her in one of my letters...I can't remember. Shes a senior. She was super excited today because she took her drivers test right before I came over and she passed, so she's getting her license tomorrow. Woo her! Other than that I have done....NOTHING. Hopefully Devo's coming over to sleep over in like a half hour. Well, since I have nothing else to say I think I'm going to go eat some ice cream.
Love,
Stephanie
Sunday 29 July 2012
Letter #15
Dear Erica,
Weeeeeee! I talked to you on the phone!! My mom is currently talking to your family and telling them you called me. So a MAJORRRRRRR relief occurred. While I was sulking and hungry upstairs I glanced at my iPad to see that I had received an email. After I sent you the last letter (14) I cooled down and got rational. I messaged a fellow drama department adventurer who happens to share the same name as you. We discussed the possibilities and our options. We came to the conclusion that we shouldn't jump to a conclusion. I sent the director a very polite and inquisitive email regarding the ages on the flyer and he responded that in fact the ages are referring to the CHARACTER THEMSELVES. The sound of "PHEW!" doesn't even begin to cover the relief I felt after reading that email. PHEW PHEW PHEW PHEW MY PLAY IS SAVED! I NO LONGER HAVE TO SULK OR PROTEST OR FREAK OUT! Nor did I have to spill out all of my frustrations and secret feelings (ok not so secret feelings) towards the chorus or the play. I'M SO EXCITED! I COULD STILL GET A ROLE! WOOOO! Still, the scheduling dilemma is a dilemma. Anyway, yesterday I continued to have no friends and my parents and I went to the pool which was cool. OMGGG I forgot to ask! Did you see the opening act for the olympics?? How does that even work with the time difference? See, for us it had already happened 5 hours before we saw it. But for you, it hadn't even happened for 2 hours after it happened. (I know that was super confusing, but I hope you understand....) I thought it was great. Some of the weird acts like kids jumping on hospital beds somehow had to do with the history of England...(???) But the ending was FAB. I've been slightly watching the individual sports and stuff, so GO AMERICA. AND ISRAEL. In other news in my very unexciting life, I took the ACT (it was a real test but it was for practice.) and got a 31 total, so yeah. That's pretty good, right? I didn't take the writing part though, so that could have significantly altered my score (I think). Brief intermission here while I stalk the photos online to find the one with the cell phone. AHHH I FOUND IT!!! I like your bright pink fanny pack. hehe fanny. Anyway I'm going to go continue to be bored and hungry.
Love,
Stephanie
P.S. As I stalk the audience of this blog I noticed a lot of yalls from Russia, so WHAT UP RUSSIANS? I don't know if I allowed people to comment on this blog but if YOU are Russian, you should comment and say hi. K bye!
Weeeeeee! I talked to you on the phone!! My mom is currently talking to your family and telling them you called me. So a MAJORRRRRRR relief occurred. While I was sulking and hungry upstairs I glanced at my iPad to see that I had received an email. After I sent you the last letter (14) I cooled down and got rational. I messaged a fellow drama department adventurer who happens to share the same name as you. We discussed the possibilities and our options. We came to the conclusion that we shouldn't jump to a conclusion. I sent the director a very polite and inquisitive email regarding the ages on the flyer and he responded that in fact the ages are referring to the CHARACTER THEMSELVES. The sound of "PHEW!" doesn't even begin to cover the relief I felt after reading that email. PHEW PHEW PHEW PHEW MY PLAY IS SAVED! I NO LONGER HAVE TO SULK OR PROTEST OR FREAK OUT! Nor did I have to spill out all of my frustrations and secret feelings (ok not so secret feelings) towards the chorus or the play. I'M SO EXCITED! I COULD STILL GET A ROLE! WOOOO! Still, the scheduling dilemma is a dilemma. Anyway, yesterday I continued to have no friends and my parents and I went to the pool which was cool. OMGGG I forgot to ask! Did you see the opening act for the olympics?? How does that even work with the time difference? See, for us it had already happened 5 hours before we saw it. But for you, it hadn't even happened for 2 hours after it happened. (I know that was super confusing, but I hope you understand....) I thought it was great. Some of the weird acts like kids jumping on hospital beds somehow had to do with the history of England...(???) But the ending was FAB. I've been slightly watching the individual sports and stuff, so GO AMERICA. AND ISRAEL. In other news in my very unexciting life, I took the ACT (it was a real test but it was for practice.) and got a 31 total, so yeah. That's pretty good, right? I didn't take the writing part though, so that could have significantly altered my score (I think). Brief intermission here while I stalk the photos online to find the one with the cell phone. AHHH I FOUND IT!!! I like your bright pink fanny pack. hehe fanny. Anyway I'm going to go continue to be bored and hungry.
Love,
Stephanie
P.S. As I stalk the audience of this blog I noticed a lot of yalls from Russia, so WHAT UP RUSSIANS? I don't know if I allowed people to comment on this blog but if YOU are Russian, you should comment and say hi. K bye!
Friday 27 July 2012
Letter #14
Dear Erica,
I'm SO mad right now I'm pretty sure steam is pouring out of my ears. It started when I sent you my panicked facebook message about a certain schedule of ours for this year. If you haven't read my message yet GO READ IT!
Done reading it? To answer your thoughts right now: I KNOW RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
I cooled down a bit after that and ate some chips and took the math part of a practice ACT (I did the English part a few days ago) and did pretty well on that. Then I went to watch Step up and continue to be boring when my mother called asking me to email her our school calendar for this year. While I was on the website looking for "year at a glance" I noticed a link that said "Oliver Auditions Information" so of course I clicked on it. Keep in mind that I have waited 2 years patiently prancing around in the chorus. I feel like I constantly need to insert a bunch of sentences here about how fun chorus can be and how its so nice to not have to memorize lines or lyrics, and if I don't put those sentences here people automatically assume that I'm depressed about not getting a role and am probably not talented enough or whatever. But truthfully: being in chorus is SO annoying! It is the same time commitment after school as a lead, but instead of singing and reciting lines, you stand in the background and wait for one of the directors to tell you to walk left, or right or collectively sing this, or "chorus! I want to see BIGGER dance movements." When it comes down to it, I really don't appreciate being in the chorus. I love acting, I love singing, and I love dancing. However, I'm just not sure its worth it to dance and sing if nobody can hear you or see you. Not to mention the fact that NOBODY CARES! You are more or less part of the set. It sucks. Now the reason why I bring this up is because as I clicked on the link, to my horror I discovered that MY high school play of Oliver is being transformed into a community play. Remember how pissed I was about the directors opening up all the munchkin roles to the little kids? MULTIPLY THAT BY A BILLION! In the Wizard of Oz, I was mad because as the chorus, I was already in the background enough. Then, to add kids, it just pushed me farther and farther away from actually feeling like I was participating in the play. We were essentially the equals of 4 year olds, except not really because the 4 year olds got SOLOS AND WE DIDN'T! Now call me an attention hog, or a spotlight seeker, because the truth is I AM! That's precisely why I audition for the plays! As I finally have come to terms with the whole "seniority" idea of how the roles are distributed, it seems that life just doesn't want me to have a role. Correction: our director doesn't want me to have a role. JWEPfja;ijf ;OIJFEL:JFEL:WJTILJR!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only is this play meant to include people from all over the community, it is, in fact, excluding the very students of our school from even auditioning. Let me show you what I mean. These are the age requirements to audition for each of the LEAD roles:
Oliver- 9-13 Fagin- 40-75 Nancy- 18-40 Bill Sikes- 35-50. The list goes on. According to my calculations, there are exactly 3 roles I could audition for. Otherwise its another year of chorus for me. I wish I could shrink down that 3 because it looks much bigger than it feels. 3. 3 roles. AND one of them (according to a certain friend of ours) is meant especially for an incoming Freshman. I waited TWO YEARS to finally get A role. ANY role. And this is what happens. Pissed doesn't even begin to describe it. I am disappointed, upset, angry, annoyed and school hasn't even started yet.
Your mom came over yesterday, along with 2 other mom friends and 1 of their daughters, the one who came to your house for dinner while I was there. We hung out which was fun, and your mom showed me the website with the pictures from your adventure. I'm glad one of us is having fun. I'm so mad. SO mad. Anyway, call me asap. I'm listening to sad music and stood outside in the pouring rain for like 4 minutes.
Talk to you soon my friend who RIGHTfully should have won a certain arm wrestling contest. ;)
Love,
Stephanie
I'm SO mad right now I'm pretty sure steam is pouring out of my ears. It started when I sent you my panicked facebook message about a certain schedule of ours for this year. If you haven't read my message yet GO READ IT!
Done reading it? To answer your thoughts right now: I KNOW RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
I cooled down a bit after that and ate some chips and took the math part of a practice ACT (I did the English part a few days ago) and did pretty well on that. Then I went to watch Step up and continue to be boring when my mother called asking me to email her our school calendar for this year. While I was on the website looking for "year at a glance" I noticed a link that said "Oliver Auditions Information" so of course I clicked on it. Keep in mind that I have waited 2 years patiently prancing around in the chorus. I feel like I constantly need to insert a bunch of sentences here about how fun chorus can be and how its so nice to not have to memorize lines or lyrics, and if I don't put those sentences here people automatically assume that I'm depressed about not getting a role and am probably not talented enough or whatever. But truthfully: being in chorus is SO annoying! It is the same time commitment after school as a lead, but instead of singing and reciting lines, you stand in the background and wait for one of the directors to tell you to walk left, or right or collectively sing this, or "chorus! I want to see BIGGER dance movements." When it comes down to it, I really don't appreciate being in the chorus. I love acting, I love singing, and I love dancing. However, I'm just not sure its worth it to dance and sing if nobody can hear you or see you. Not to mention the fact that NOBODY CARES! You are more or less part of the set. It sucks. Now the reason why I bring this up is because as I clicked on the link, to my horror I discovered that MY high school play of Oliver is being transformed into a community play. Remember how pissed I was about the directors opening up all the munchkin roles to the little kids? MULTIPLY THAT BY A BILLION! In the Wizard of Oz, I was mad because as the chorus, I was already in the background enough. Then, to add kids, it just pushed me farther and farther away from actually feeling like I was participating in the play. We were essentially the equals of 4 year olds, except not really because the 4 year olds got SOLOS AND WE DIDN'T! Now call me an attention hog, or a spotlight seeker, because the truth is I AM! That's precisely why I audition for the plays! As I finally have come to terms with the whole "seniority" idea of how the roles are distributed, it seems that life just doesn't want me to have a role. Correction: our director doesn't want me to have a role. JWEPfja;ijf ;OIJFEL:JFEL:WJTILJR!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only is this play meant to include people from all over the community, it is, in fact, excluding the very students of our school from even auditioning. Let me show you what I mean. These are the age requirements to audition for each of the LEAD roles:
Oliver- 9-13 Fagin- 40-75 Nancy- 18-40 Bill Sikes- 35-50. The list goes on. According to my calculations, there are exactly 3 roles I could audition for. Otherwise its another year of chorus for me. I wish I could shrink down that 3 because it looks much bigger than it feels. 3. 3 roles. AND one of them (according to a certain friend of ours) is meant especially for an incoming Freshman. I waited TWO YEARS to finally get A role. ANY role. And this is what happens. Pissed doesn't even begin to describe it. I am disappointed, upset, angry, annoyed and school hasn't even started yet.
Your mom came over yesterday, along with 2 other mom friends and 1 of their daughters, the one who came to your house for dinner while I was there. We hung out which was fun, and your mom showed me the website with the pictures from your adventure. I'm glad one of us is having fun. I'm so mad. SO mad. Anyway, call me asap. I'm listening to sad music and stood outside in the pouring rain for like 4 minutes.
Talk to you soon my friend who RIGHTfully should have won a certain arm wrestling contest. ;)
Love,
Stephanie
Wednesday 25 July 2012
Letter #13
Dear Erica,
Last night I was showing Justin my planner from this past year so he could see the school schedule and while I walked out of the room he asked me who Eric was. HA! He thought it was some guy in my class. LOL!! Soooo after I wrote the last letter I was up until 2 in the freaking morning decorating a certain 10 year old's bedroom. Oh man... See, he decided it would be a good idea to not go to bed until 11:30 which meant I couldn't start decorating until at least 12. Lets just say I was a sleepy sister the next day. The actual birthday was not as exciting as it could have been. We had presents in the morn and I frosted some cake (which turned out pretty good if I may say so myself) and later went bowling with the fam (including D-bomb. She's kinda family I guess...) We ended the evening by missing Andrew's family get together because my father's "10 minute" conference call turned into a 45 minute call and by the time we got to my grandparents all the other family had left already. Awks. But me and my broskas had fun playing banana grams. Yesterday I DROVEEEEEEE (did I mention that it was ME who was driving? because it was.) to Kohls to go shopping with my Mom. I'm giving away TONS of clothes that I decided I don't like any more or that don't fit which doesn't leave me with very many clothes. I know, I know. I'm being a spoiled brat who claims not to have any clothes when I probably have WAY more than necessary but YOU KNOW WHAT?! So I've gathered up my babysitting cash and am gladly spending it all on clothes for a souped up wardrobe. WOO CLOTHES! Minor side track for a sec--I'm currently writing this at 11:40 at night because as you know, I don't sleep. My house is COMPLETELY dark except for this computer screen and you know how there is that wall of mirror in my house? Well I just accidentally turned my head approximately 90 degrees to the right only to see MYSELF in all creepily lit up and teeny across the hall. In the mirror. Minor panic attack. Breathe Stephanie. In. Out. In. Out. I promise its not a ghost. Its just me. You. Whatever. ANYWAY back to business. Today I woke up with that feeling of "I'm not going to accomplish anything today" but I overcame! (Insert flashback to moments before our hebrew final when we all rocked back and forth singing "WE SHALL OVERCOMEEEE!"...good times) I went to the mall with my Mom and continued my efforts to replenish my wardrobe, took a practice ACT test (just the English section though, because I was lazy and it was the shortest) and I got a 30. So I would say that's a good start. I also DROVE to Barnes and Noble and bought my AP lang book. I just want to point out how grown up I felt at this moment. I had driven me, (my mom) and my siblings to Barnes and Noble, then I bought us all starbucks drinks on my gift card. (I feel that it is important to tell you as well that I got this AMAZINGGGG chocolate beverage while I was there. YUM!) After the mall I got Panera with my mom. You probably don't know this, but I happen to LOVE Panera with a burning passion. Mainly because their bread and Mac n' cheese (those are 2 seperate things) happen to be magical. Expensive!! But amazing. Joshua Radin is playing on my pandora so I have to go rejoice a little. I'm so tired I'm dizzy.
Love,
Stephanie
Last night I was showing Justin my planner from this past year so he could see the school schedule and while I walked out of the room he asked me who Eric was. HA! He thought it was some guy in my class. LOL!! Soooo after I wrote the last letter I was up until 2 in the freaking morning decorating a certain 10 year old's bedroom. Oh man... See, he decided it would be a good idea to not go to bed until 11:30 which meant I couldn't start decorating until at least 12. Lets just say I was a sleepy sister the next day. The actual birthday was not as exciting as it could have been. We had presents in the morn and I frosted some cake (which turned out pretty good if I may say so myself) and later went bowling with the fam (including D-bomb. She's kinda family I guess...) We ended the evening by missing Andrew's family get together because my father's "10 minute" conference call turned into a 45 minute call and by the time we got to my grandparents all the other family had left already. Awks. But me and my broskas had fun playing banana grams. Yesterday I DROVEEEEEEE (did I mention that it was ME who was driving? because it was.) to Kohls to go shopping with my Mom. I'm giving away TONS of clothes that I decided I don't like any more or that don't fit which doesn't leave me with very many clothes. I know, I know. I'm being a spoiled brat who claims not to have any clothes when I probably have WAY more than necessary but YOU KNOW WHAT?! So I've gathered up my babysitting cash and am gladly spending it all on clothes for a souped up wardrobe. WOO CLOTHES! Minor side track for a sec--I'm currently writing this at 11:40 at night because as you know, I don't sleep. My house is COMPLETELY dark except for this computer screen and you know how there is that wall of mirror in my house? Well I just accidentally turned my head approximately 90 degrees to the right only to see MYSELF in all creepily lit up and teeny across the hall. In the mirror. Minor panic attack. Breathe Stephanie. In. Out. In. Out. I promise its not a ghost. Its just me. You. Whatever. ANYWAY back to business. Today I woke up with that feeling of "I'm not going to accomplish anything today" but I overcame! (Insert flashback to moments before our hebrew final when we all rocked back and forth singing "WE SHALL OVERCOMEEEE!"...good times) I went to the mall with my Mom and continued my efforts to replenish my wardrobe, took a practice ACT test (just the English section though, because I was lazy and it was the shortest) and I got a 30. So I would say that's a good start. I also DROVE to Barnes and Noble and bought my AP lang book. I just want to point out how grown up I felt at this moment. I had driven me, (my mom) and my siblings to Barnes and Noble, then I bought us all starbucks drinks on my gift card. (I feel that it is important to tell you as well that I got this AMAZINGGGG chocolate beverage while I was there. YUM!) After the mall I got Panera with my mom. You probably don't know this, but I happen to LOVE Panera with a burning passion. Mainly because their bread and Mac n' cheese (those are 2 seperate things) happen to be magical. Expensive!! But amazing. Joshua Radin is playing on my pandora so I have to go rejoice a little. I'm so tired I'm dizzy.
Love,
Stephanie
Sunday 22 July 2012
Letter #12
Dear Erica,
Weekends are cool. Ya know. Unless its summertime and they are just like any other day of the week. Not that I miss school, other than socializing with people like YOU, but there is an excitement for the weekends that I just lack during the summer. I'm going to be REALLY excited for this next weekend though. For no reason other than its the weekend. And weekends are cool. SO Saturday I woke up. Did some stuff. Saw this chicka that you know. I don't want to disclose her name on the internet for fear of all you creepy internet people. YEAH THATS RIGHT! I'M TALKING TO YOU CREEPER! FEEL FREE TO STOP READING MY BLOG! (I mean unless you really want to and think I'm exceptionally hilarious and interesting, in which case I encourage you to continue reading.) She's going to be a senior this year (whoa!) and her name starts with an A. That's all the info you're gonna get right now because I can already sense the creepers furiously typing in my name on facebook and stalking my friends that start with an A. (I hope my privacy settings make it so you creepers can't see my friends.... TAKE THAT INTERNET STALKERS!) We had a nice visit (I said "visit" in my head with a french accent, so I expect you to read it as such) and talked about the AP homework that I have yet to start. RAAWRRRRR. Then I boringly sorted my clothes (I know, I know, sorting....whatever) and took out all the clothes I don't want so I can start buying a new wardrobe for school. I had 17 sweat shirts. 17!!!!!!!! WHY DID I OWN 17 SWEAT SHIRTS?! Well someone is never going to be chilly again, because I'm giving most of them away. I was pretty boring the rest of the day. Read some magazines. (what is with me?! I've been READING!) I was supposed to babysit at 7 but TOTALLLLLY forgot about it. A miracle occurred though, because I was putting my magazines back in my room and I look at the clock simultaneously remembering that I have to babysit at 7 and it was 6:55! PHEWWWWWWW! Babysitting was cool. I read about the olympics, played with a cat, did gymnastics, and french braided hair. WOOO! Now THATS what I'm talking about for Saturday night fun. Today I went to an art museum which was pretty coolio. Hopefully tomorrow I might be going to the zoo with D-bomb and the gal pal I mentioned earlier in this letter. Btw, finished the season of Switched at Birth. Thats 16.5 hours, or 70% of a full day. Yay having no life! The song that is playing on my pandora right now is the same song as A Walk to Remember WHICH we still have to watch (and cry) together!
Hope you're having tons of funsies!
Love,
Stephanie
P.S. Tomorrow's my broska's birthday and I haven't gotten him a present yet--eek!
Weekends are cool. Ya know. Unless its summertime and they are just like any other day of the week. Not that I miss school, other than socializing with people like YOU, but there is an excitement for the weekends that I just lack during the summer. I'm going to be REALLY excited for this next weekend though. For no reason other than its the weekend. And weekends are cool. SO Saturday I woke up. Did some stuff. Saw this chicka that you know. I don't want to disclose her name on the internet for fear of all you creepy internet people. YEAH THATS RIGHT! I'M TALKING TO YOU CREEPER! FEEL FREE TO STOP READING MY BLOG! (I mean unless you really want to and think I'm exceptionally hilarious and interesting, in which case I encourage you to continue reading.) She's going to be a senior this year (whoa!) and her name starts with an A. That's all the info you're gonna get right now because I can already sense the creepers furiously typing in my name on facebook and stalking my friends that start with an A. (I hope my privacy settings make it so you creepers can't see my friends.... TAKE THAT INTERNET STALKERS!) We had a nice visit (I said "visit" in my head with a french accent, so I expect you to read it as such) and talked about the AP homework that I have yet to start. RAAWRRRRR. Then I boringly sorted my clothes (I know, I know, sorting....whatever) and took out all the clothes I don't want so I can start buying a new wardrobe for school. I had 17 sweat shirts. 17!!!!!!!! WHY DID I OWN 17 SWEAT SHIRTS?! Well someone is never going to be chilly again, because I'm giving most of them away. I was pretty boring the rest of the day. Read some magazines. (what is with me?! I've been READING!) I was supposed to babysit at 7 but TOTALLLLLY forgot about it. A miracle occurred though, because I was putting my magazines back in my room and I look at the clock simultaneously remembering that I have to babysit at 7 and it was 6:55! PHEWWWWWWW! Babysitting was cool. I read about the olympics, played with a cat, did gymnastics, and french braided hair. WOOO! Now THATS what I'm talking about for Saturday night fun. Today I went to an art museum which was pretty coolio. Hopefully tomorrow I might be going to the zoo with D-bomb and the gal pal I mentioned earlier in this letter. Btw, finished the season of Switched at Birth. Thats 16.5 hours, or 70% of a full day. Yay having no life! The song that is playing on my pandora right now is the same song as A Walk to Remember WHICH we still have to watch (and cry) together!
Hope you're having tons of funsies!
Love,
Stephanie
P.S. Tomorrow's my broska's birthday and I haven't gotten him a present yet--eek!
Friday 20 July 2012
Letter #11
Dear Erica,
I'm up to episode 17. Thats 765 minutes or 12.75 hours. Didnt do anything today. RMTTY: squashed plans, and 30 minute phone calls.
Love,
Stephanie
I'm up to episode 17. Thats 765 minutes or 12.75 hours. Didnt do anything today. RMTTY: squashed plans, and 30 minute phone calls.
Love,
Stephanie
Letter #10
Dear Erica,
I really miss you right now. I wish I could call you to tell you about everything instead of writing it to you, but alas we are seas apart and you are off on an adventure. It's a pretty dumb reason why I suddenly missed you, it's because I was just watching Switched at Birth (obsessed. Watched 9 episodes in 2 days. That's 405 minutes, or 6.75 hours of watching this show. Can you say no life??) and I really needed to tell you why I don't like the character Bay. I can't remember if you watched this show or not, I feel like you do. I'm watching wayyyyyy more TV lately than I would ordinarily so bare with me while I waste my time sitting in front of a screen watching pretend people. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that as captivated a I am by the story I really disagree with the mindset of these characters. Both families are trying to get to know the other daughter--their biological daughter, and both feel very possessive over both daughters which of course causes mayhem and drama galore. Honestly though, if I was told tonight that I was adopted or switched at birth or dropped off by the stork, I really don't think I would care that much. Yes, I would be shocked and sort of confused and perhaps angry about why nobody told me, but aside from that I wouldn't feel like I need to find my true family because this is my family. These are the people that have raised me and the people I feel connected too, and it makes no difference at this point whether or not we share some chromosomes. They are my family no matter what. Furthermore I just dislike Bay in particular because she has had 3 boyfriends in 9 episodes which I think is just too many. Plus she doesn't even deserve Emmett! (I still don't know if you know what I'm talking about but oh well...) Emmett is so honest and sweet and she's constantly getting mad at EVERYONE for no justifiable reason. She lies, and is selfish, and I don't like her. Today I went to a baseball game with the fam. (I would have written our home team's name but to all the creepy Internet people reading this: sorry dudes but I'm not gonna tell you where I live. Haha! Thought you could trick me! Well not this time!) The game was really fun. (even though it had just rained so everything was slightly damp) There were a couple of men a row or two behind us that kept shouting thoughout the game, "COME ON JOE, WAKE UP!" No, there was no player named Joe. I kind of thought of it as "an average Joe" kind of nicknaming. When we won the game by 4 points I gave high fives to my broskas and parental units and looked back to see the dudes holding up their hands waiting for their high fives. (which I kindly gave them) After that my Dad gave us a mini tour of the citayyyy and went out for dinner. On the way home, Andrew took off his shoes to go to sleep and the whole car smelled like dirty socks the entire time. Had I not Immediatly assumed the pinched nose position, who knows if I would have survived. Well, I'm going to go eat a doughnut.
LOVEEEEEE,
Stephanie
I really miss you right now. I wish I could call you to tell you about everything instead of writing it to you, but alas we are seas apart and you are off on an adventure. It's a pretty dumb reason why I suddenly missed you, it's because I was just watching Switched at Birth (obsessed. Watched 9 episodes in 2 days. That's 405 minutes, or 6.75 hours of watching this show. Can you say no life??) and I really needed to tell you why I don't like the character Bay. I can't remember if you watched this show or not, I feel like you do. I'm watching wayyyyyy more TV lately than I would ordinarily so bare with me while I waste my time sitting in front of a screen watching pretend people. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that as captivated a I am by the story I really disagree with the mindset of these characters. Both families are trying to get to know the other daughter--their biological daughter, and both feel very possessive over both daughters which of course causes mayhem and drama galore. Honestly though, if I was told tonight that I was adopted or switched at birth or dropped off by the stork, I really don't think I would care that much. Yes, I would be shocked and sort of confused and perhaps angry about why nobody told me, but aside from that I wouldn't feel like I need to find my true family because this is my family. These are the people that have raised me and the people I feel connected too, and it makes no difference at this point whether or not we share some chromosomes. They are my family no matter what. Furthermore I just dislike Bay in particular because she has had 3 boyfriends in 9 episodes which I think is just too many. Plus she doesn't even deserve Emmett! (I still don't know if you know what I'm talking about but oh well...) Emmett is so honest and sweet and she's constantly getting mad at EVERYONE for no justifiable reason. She lies, and is selfish, and I don't like her. Today I went to a baseball game with the fam. (I would have written our home team's name but to all the creepy Internet people reading this: sorry dudes but I'm not gonna tell you where I live. Haha! Thought you could trick me! Well not this time!) The game was really fun. (even though it had just rained so everything was slightly damp) There were a couple of men a row or two behind us that kept shouting thoughout the game, "COME ON JOE, WAKE UP!" No, there was no player named Joe. I kind of thought of it as "an average Joe" kind of nicknaming. When we won the game by 4 points I gave high fives to my broskas and parental units and looked back to see the dudes holding up their hands waiting for their high fives. (which I kindly gave them) After that my Dad gave us a mini tour of the citayyyy and went out for dinner. On the way home, Andrew took off his shoes to go to sleep and the whole car smelled like dirty socks the entire time. Had I not Immediatly assumed the pinched nose position, who knows if I would have survived. Well, I'm going to go eat a doughnut.
LOVEEEEEE,
Stephanie
Wednesday 18 July 2012
Letter #9
Dear Erica,
I haven't written you a letter in a few days honestly only because I've been pretty boring. Nothing really exciting to tell you. Sunday after I wrote you that letter I tried to go to the mall with my Momma, but after she got back from visiting my grandma (who just had knee surgery--good times...) and by the time we were both ready to go it was 5:20. Lets just say we got to the mall at 5:45 and the mall closes at 6...Again, good times. But we hit up Kohls instead. I'm pretty sure my entire wardrobe is from there. Monday my broskas (aka brothers) came home from camp. I was glad to have them back. It was too much alone time with the 'rents if ya know what I mean. Its nice to not have all the attention on me. Then again, I do miss having the bathroom all to myself and not having to compete for the computer or TV. Yesterday I can't even remember what I did. I don't think I did anything really. Like always on these beautiful summer days I slept in until like 11 or 12 and hung out all day until my aunt and uncle came over (on their motorcycle no less) We were all super excited to see them since they only come in town a few times a year. Its kind of a long trip when you're coming from China. Today I was boring as usual. I woke up late and went to babysit. While the cutsie I was watching protested taking a nap with all of his might and cried for his mom he ended up falling asleep on the couch. Just as I had planned...maybe...(insert evil laugh here.) While he slept I got even more boring and started studying for the ACT. My dad bought me this HUGE book with some practice tests and general test-taking advice and strategies. To answer the question I'm sure you're thinking by now: yes, it really is as boring as it sounds. When the cutsie's older sister came home we played with play-dough and made stop motion films. I'm a creative babysitter, I know I know. (My day is just so exciting! I'm sure you are already asleep reading this. I might just fall asleep writing it...I need more dot dot dots and parenthesis to keep me awake..........))))) When I got home I tried to make some lunch for myself only to find that my kind and dearest brother had made mac n' cheese. For himself. Left the milk, butter, and his dirty dishes out. And to top it off left the dirty pot sitting on the stove. For MEEEEEE to clean if I wanted to make myself food. GRRRRRR! SIBLINGS SOMETIMES NEED TO BE PUSHED DOWN A SLIGHTLY STEEP HILL! (I'm not THAT mean, I only said a SLIGHTLY steep hill...) So yes, I cleaned the pot, put away the ingredients, even went so far as to unload a dishwasher and switch the laundry. (insert your vast praise for my kindness and overall perfection here) My day got even better when I tried to make myself pasta, got as far as trying to pour cheese onto the noodles to melt it when I realized that the freaking cheese was MOLDY. That's right my friend, I ate it anyway. AFTER I did my very best to scoop out all the green parts. Really, there wasn't that much mold, but it stunk up EVERYTHINGGGG. Talk about the stinky cheese man!!! I was the stinky cheese GIRL. Grosssssssss. After that I became thoroughly obsessed with the TV series switched at birth, watched 4 episodes of that, and played brick breaker on my phone for a long time. Long enough that I'm too embarrassed to tell you how long I actually spent playing that dumb game. (For the record, I still haven't lost yet and I beat all 34 levels only to find out that if you beat the game it just resets and you're back to level one. Not like I still have 23 lives left when you only start with 3 or anything plus I currently have more than double my high score...I know. I have no life.) I just finished an episode of Beverly Hills Nanies. Another obsession. Okay, I'm done telling you about how I have no life. I'm going to go watch another episode of switched at birth.
Love Stephanie
P.S. If you only knew how many words I used spell check for in this one letter.....haha....oy.
I haven't written you a letter in a few days honestly only because I've been pretty boring. Nothing really exciting to tell you. Sunday after I wrote you that letter I tried to go to the mall with my Momma, but after she got back from visiting my grandma (who just had knee surgery--good times...) and by the time we were both ready to go it was 5:20. Lets just say we got to the mall at 5:45 and the mall closes at 6...Again, good times. But we hit up Kohls instead. I'm pretty sure my entire wardrobe is from there. Monday my broskas (aka brothers) came home from camp. I was glad to have them back. It was too much alone time with the 'rents if ya know what I mean. Its nice to not have all the attention on me. Then again, I do miss having the bathroom all to myself and not having to compete for the computer or TV. Yesterday I can't even remember what I did. I don't think I did anything really. Like always on these beautiful summer days I slept in until like 11 or 12 and hung out all day until my aunt and uncle came over (on their motorcycle no less) We were all super excited to see them since they only come in town a few times a year. Its kind of a long trip when you're coming from China. Today I was boring as usual. I woke up late and went to babysit. While the cutsie I was watching protested taking a nap with all of his might and cried for his mom he ended up falling asleep on the couch. Just as I had planned...maybe...(insert evil laugh here.) While he slept I got even more boring and started studying for the ACT. My dad bought me this HUGE book with some practice tests and general test-taking advice and strategies. To answer the question I'm sure you're thinking by now: yes, it really is as boring as it sounds. When the cutsie's older sister came home we played with play-dough and made stop motion films. I'm a creative babysitter, I know I know. (My day is just so exciting! I'm sure you are already asleep reading this. I might just fall asleep writing it...I need more dot dot dots and parenthesis to keep me awake..........))))) When I got home I tried to make some lunch for myself only to find that my kind and dearest brother had made mac n' cheese. For himself. Left the milk, butter, and his dirty dishes out. And to top it off left the dirty pot sitting on the stove. For MEEEEEE to clean if I wanted to make myself food. GRRRRRR! SIBLINGS SOMETIMES NEED TO BE PUSHED DOWN A SLIGHTLY STEEP HILL! (I'm not THAT mean, I only said a SLIGHTLY steep hill...) So yes, I cleaned the pot, put away the ingredients, even went so far as to unload a dishwasher and switch the laundry. (insert your vast praise for my kindness and overall perfection here) My day got even better when I tried to make myself pasta, got as far as trying to pour cheese onto the noodles to melt it when I realized that the freaking cheese was MOLDY. That's right my friend, I ate it anyway. AFTER I did my very best to scoop out all the green parts. Really, there wasn't that much mold, but it stunk up EVERYTHINGGGG. Talk about the stinky cheese man!!! I was the stinky cheese GIRL. Grosssssssss. After that I became thoroughly obsessed with the TV series switched at birth, watched 4 episodes of that, and played brick breaker on my phone for a long time. Long enough that I'm too embarrassed to tell you how long I actually spent playing that dumb game. (For the record, I still haven't lost yet and I beat all 34 levels only to find out that if you beat the game it just resets and you're back to level one. Not like I still have 23 lives left when you only start with 3 or anything plus I currently have more than double my high score...I know. I have no life.) I just finished an episode of Beverly Hills Nanies. Another obsession. Okay, I'm done telling you about how I have no life. I'm going to go watch another episode of switched at birth.
Love Stephanie
P.S. If you only knew how many words I used spell check for in this one letter.....haha....oy.
Sunday 15 July 2012
Letter #8
Dear Erica,
Last Sunday was the moment of truth. Flying home alone. 7 am waking up in the morning, slept in my clothes, gotta get outside. Ok, enough of that... I got into this van that drove me and a few other kids to the airport where I was dropped off (with Ross) at my terminal. I felt like such a dummy walking in holding some papers and tapping on the self check-in kiosk and trying to do something. I had to go to one of the airport people so she could help me figure it out. She gave me that look that said, "honey, you clearly have no idea what you are doing and are perhaps too young to be traveling alone. DIMWIT!" Maybe not the last part, but it felt like it. I checked our bags (and received the same look and the same "How old are you??") I made it to the gate though! All by myself! (sort of...I had Ross. But still!) I was so proud of myself! (I think this was the moment when I called you and told you this already, but you know what? You can hear it again.) I got on the plane and WALKED onto it from the ground. It was SOOOOO cool. I asked a lady to take a picture of us but my phone HAD to be a stupid dumb butt and not save the photo. STUPID PHONE!!!! I got home and made to baggage claim and claimed my baggage. (Sigh, I'm just so independent!) I took a nap when I got home and that nap was from 4pm until 10:30 pm. Then I ate dinner, and fell back asleep at like midnight and slept until 12. Monday I didn't do anything, just TOOK A NAP AGAIN. Man, I was just snoozing all over the place. I vid chatted with my roomies that night because I missed them already. It was so cutsies! Tuesday I started Summer in the City with D-bomb and we painted a building and got yelled at periodically for doing nothing. I know, I'm a troublemaker like that. RMTTY: Heath, peed on books. No no, Heath did not pee on the books, those are 2 completely different topics. Wednesday I slept in and didn't do much else the rest of the day. Thursday I went back to summer in the city and hung out with some kids at this school and they were SOOOO cute. I made a bff and took a picture with him. We bonded over Spongebob. See, there was a lady there talking about nutrition and she asked the kids if they had ever eaten pineapple. One of the kids asked what pineapple was, so I turned to D-bomb and whispered to her: its what Spongebob lives in! Clearly! And then precisely 2 seconds later the kid turned to the friend and said "Its what Spongebob lives in!" I just looked at him and whispered to D-bomb, "We're gonna be friends." We played freeze tag with them on their graffitied playground and I made a kid do 5 push-ups for cursing at a girl. I taught a girl to play piano because I'm an awesome person like that. (ok, actually it was just because her banging was driving me out of my mind) D-bomb and I hung out afterward and made Popsicle out of pop and ran through my sprinklers. Then we went to the pool and breathed a little. RMTTY: Taylor look alike? Friday I visited with both grandparents but in between the two I went to Birmingham!! I was even wearing the same dress as I wore when we went! Saturday I did nothing. At all. I stayed in my pjs until this morning. I kid you not. But what I DID do was I READ A BOOK!!! *insert applause here* I read a book. The DaVinci Code to be precise. I watched 2 movies also. 21 Jump Street which was HILARIOUSSSSS plus had Channing Tatum in it so it was automatically magical. My mom keeps calling him Channing Tatum-tot and it just ruins everything. ITS NOT TATUM-TOT MOTHER! Its CHANNING BEAUTIFUL-HUMAN-BEING TATUM. I went kayaking and tubing this morning and am hopefully going to the mall now.
YESSS! I'm back on track. yay productivitiy! Btw, loved your fb message to me. Glad you're having fun!
Love,
Stephanie
Last Sunday was the moment of truth. Flying home alone. 7 am waking up in the morning, slept in my clothes, gotta get outside. Ok, enough of that... I got into this van that drove me and a few other kids to the airport where I was dropped off (with Ross) at my terminal. I felt like such a dummy walking in holding some papers and tapping on the self check-in kiosk and trying to do something. I had to go to one of the airport people so she could help me figure it out. She gave me that look that said, "honey, you clearly have no idea what you are doing and are perhaps too young to be traveling alone. DIMWIT!" Maybe not the last part, but it felt like it. I checked our bags (and received the same look and the same "How old are you??") I made it to the gate though! All by myself! (sort of...I had Ross. But still!) I was so proud of myself! (I think this was the moment when I called you and told you this already, but you know what? You can hear it again.) I got on the plane and WALKED onto it from the ground. It was SOOOOO cool. I asked a lady to take a picture of us but my phone HAD to be a stupid dumb butt and not save the photo. STUPID PHONE!!!! I got home and made to baggage claim and claimed my baggage. (Sigh, I'm just so independent!) I took a nap when I got home and that nap was from 4pm until 10:30 pm. Then I ate dinner, and fell back asleep at like midnight and slept until 12. Monday I didn't do anything, just TOOK A NAP AGAIN. Man, I was just snoozing all over the place. I vid chatted with my roomies that night because I missed them already. It was so cutsies! Tuesday I started Summer in the City with D-bomb and we painted a building and got yelled at periodically for doing nothing. I know, I'm a troublemaker like that. RMTTY: Heath, peed on books. No no, Heath did not pee on the books, those are 2 completely different topics. Wednesday I slept in and didn't do much else the rest of the day. Thursday I went back to summer in the city and hung out with some kids at this school and they were SOOOO cute. I made a bff and took a picture with him. We bonded over Spongebob. See, there was a lady there talking about nutrition and she asked the kids if they had ever eaten pineapple. One of the kids asked what pineapple was, so I turned to D-bomb and whispered to her: its what Spongebob lives in! Clearly! And then precisely 2 seconds later the kid turned to the friend and said "Its what Spongebob lives in!" I just looked at him and whispered to D-bomb, "We're gonna be friends." We played freeze tag with them on their graffitied playground and I made a kid do 5 push-ups for cursing at a girl. I taught a girl to play piano because I'm an awesome person like that. (ok, actually it was just because her banging was driving me out of my mind) D-bomb and I hung out afterward and made Popsicle out of pop and ran through my sprinklers. Then we went to the pool and breathed a little. RMTTY: Taylor look alike? Friday I visited with both grandparents but in between the two I went to Birmingham!! I was even wearing the same dress as I wore when we went! Saturday I did nothing. At all. I stayed in my pjs until this morning. I kid you not. But what I DID do was I READ A BOOK!!! *insert applause here* I read a book. The DaVinci Code to be precise. I watched 2 movies also. 21 Jump Street which was HILARIOUSSSSS plus had Channing Tatum in it so it was automatically magical. My mom keeps calling him Channing Tatum-tot and it just ruins everything. ITS NOT TATUM-TOT MOTHER! Its CHANNING BEAUTIFUL-HUMAN-BEING TATUM. I went kayaking and tubing this morning and am hopefully going to the mall now.
YESSS! I'm back on track. yay productivitiy! Btw, loved your fb message to me. Glad you're having fun!
Love,
Stephanie
Letter #7
Dear Erica,
I realize that since I missed a few days here and there writing to you I am writing about events that happened 2 weeks ago, which means I have 2 weeks of stuff to tell you and I need to stop with the procrastination! Ok, so 2 Tuesdays ago I was still doing art and fashion. I was probably finishing spray painting my shirt and cutting it to be cool. (They only had larges and as you may have noticed, I happen to be a rather small human being. This meant that I looked like I was wearing a dress when I put on my t-shirt so I hipstered up (I realize that is not a word) and cut it. P.S. I just had parenthesis WITHIN parenthesis. Craziness.) In fashion I worked on my dress. Later that evening (ew, that sounded wayyyyy to formal) we went to the movies and I saw People Like Us. It was a rather intriguing film which I enjoyed greatly. (I didn't cry or anything!!) Wednesday was...well... a Wednesday. It was just the usual. In art we basically just watched movies for the rest of the week since we had finished our t-shirts and didn't feel like starting anything new or being productive. Fashion I continued working on my dress. (Is that obvious? Well, in case you weren't aware, I was still working on my dress throughout the whole week) During electives there was a water gun fight which I sneakily avoided since I strongly dislike water in general. Most of the time. REMIND TO TELL YOU HERE: cursing, presents, accent, towels. Since it was July 4th (possibly one of my favorite days of the year, yay patriotism!) we went to a near by high school to behold some awesome fireworks. It was sooooo pretty and I bought ice cream which went perfectly with a warm night and pretty lights. It was a jolly evening. On the bus ride back I enjoyed talking to the French kids while they attempted to teach me French. Lets just say , even my "Bonjour!" sounded wrong. Grr. French is harder than it sounds. Thursday, well you know the deal. Movies in art and dresses in fashion. RMTTY: (like my abbreviation?) buses and flip flops, running into fireflies, secret spots, hallucinations, and walking solo. That night we had casino night, which although sounds like it would be fun, was borrrrrrring. I don't know how to play any of those games, so I played a round of bingo (...I know) and learned how to play one of the games which I played with a councilor and 2 French kids. This scenario was the definition of: mer. It wasn't unpleasant, just boring and...well...mer. Later that night me and one of my roomies ran (as we did several nights...and I'm not actually sure if this story took place on Thursday but oh well.) and we hung out on the swings and had a blast. Fridayyy we...wait for it... watched a movie in art. SHOCKER RIGHT!? In fashion I FINISHED MY BEAUTIFUL DRESS!! I brought it home and will proudly prance around in it for you when you come home. We all got dressed up that night and took pics which now reside on facebook. What I'm about to say comes completely out of chronological order, but I can't remember if I told you this before. One of the nights of the first week my roomies and I were extremely bored and it was only like 11 so we threw a party in the lounge which really bad speakers. It didn't work very well but whatever. Back to 2nd week. Saturday was pretty chill, I mostly packed all day and prayed haha. RMTTY: rocking chair, rain. I played cards with some friends and hung out. That was boring to even type. This entry is getting too long so I will end it here and start a new letter.
Hope you're having fun wherever you are on this planet right now!
Love,
Stephanie
I realize that since I missed a few days here and there writing to you I am writing about events that happened 2 weeks ago, which means I have 2 weeks of stuff to tell you and I need to stop with the procrastination! Ok, so 2 Tuesdays ago I was still doing art and fashion. I was probably finishing spray painting my shirt and cutting it to be cool. (They only had larges and as you may have noticed, I happen to be a rather small human being. This meant that I looked like I was wearing a dress when I put on my t-shirt so I hipstered up (I realize that is not a word) and cut it. P.S. I just had parenthesis WITHIN parenthesis. Craziness.) In fashion I worked on my dress. Later that evening (ew, that sounded wayyyyy to formal) we went to the movies and I saw People Like Us. It was a rather intriguing film which I enjoyed greatly. (I didn't cry or anything!!) Wednesday was...well... a Wednesday. It was just the usual. In art we basically just watched movies for the rest of the week since we had finished our t-shirts and didn't feel like starting anything new or being productive. Fashion I continued working on my dress. (Is that obvious? Well, in case you weren't aware, I was still working on my dress throughout the whole week) During electives there was a water gun fight which I sneakily avoided since I strongly dislike water in general. Most of the time. REMIND TO TELL YOU HERE: cursing, presents, accent, towels. Since it was July 4th (possibly one of my favorite days of the year, yay patriotism!) we went to a near by high school to behold some awesome fireworks. It was sooooo pretty and I bought ice cream which went perfectly with a warm night and pretty lights. It was a jolly evening. On the bus ride back I enjoyed talking to the French kids while they attempted to teach me French. Lets just say , even my "Bonjour!" sounded wrong. Grr. French is harder than it sounds. Thursday, well you know the deal. Movies in art and dresses in fashion. RMTTY: (like my abbreviation?) buses and flip flops, running into fireflies, secret spots, hallucinations, and walking solo. That night we had casino night, which although sounds like it would be fun, was borrrrrrring. I don't know how to play any of those games, so I played a round of bingo (...I know) and learned how to play one of the games which I played with a councilor and 2 French kids. This scenario was the definition of: mer. It wasn't unpleasant, just boring and...well...mer. Later that night me and one of my roomies ran (as we did several nights...and I'm not actually sure if this story took place on Thursday but oh well.) and we hung out on the swings and had a blast. Fridayyy we...wait for it... watched a movie in art. SHOCKER RIGHT!? In fashion I FINISHED MY BEAUTIFUL DRESS!! I brought it home and will proudly prance around in it for you when you come home. We all got dressed up that night and took pics which now reside on facebook. What I'm about to say comes completely out of chronological order, but I can't remember if I told you this before. One of the nights of the first week my roomies and I were extremely bored and it was only like 11 so we threw a party in the lounge which really bad speakers. It didn't work very well but whatever. Back to 2nd week. Saturday was pretty chill, I mostly packed all day and prayed haha. RMTTY: rocking chair, rain. I played cards with some friends and hung out. That was boring to even type. This entry is getting too long so I will end it here and start a new letter.
Hope you're having fun wherever you are on this planet right now!
Love,
Stephanie
Wednesday 11 July 2012
Letter #6
Dear Erica,
Ok, I admit. I've been super bad about keeping up with this blog. I would like to extend my sincerest apologies. Anywhooooo, I'll do my best to catch you up. I know I talked to you on the phone about some of this stuff already, but what the heck I'll say it again. I left off telling you about my gross sunburn (which since then has almost completely healed--PHEW!) which was last Sunday. Soooo Monday I switched activities to art and fashion. Art was coolio right from the start. We began drawing and cutting out stencils that we would later use to create spray paint shirts. In fashion I started sketching out a dress that I was going to make. WE INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM FOR SOME BREAKING NEWS: ok its not actually news, or even newsworthy, but I was just taking a break from writing this (I think I have writers block. Is that even possible when you're just writing down the things you did?) to watch my true love Charlie McDonnel and OMGGGG this face he makes at 3:57. I can't even describe it. I just laughed so hard I almost peed in my pants. Not actually. But check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LV5O_rCV6Q&list=UUmQXOAse-VnzuXHebX5I77g&index=1&feature=plcp. Ok, calm yourself Stephanie. Its not THAT funny. Back to Monday. Monday night we went to the King of Prussia Mall (which happens to be the second biggest mall in America) which was pretttttty cool. While searching for a store that would sell aloe (for my gross sunburn) my friends and I found this awesome machine that looked just like the security machines that they have you go in in the airport that you have to stand with your hands above your head and watch that thing spin around you or whatever. You know what I'm talking about right? The new TSA security shindig? The X-ray do-da? Well it looked just like that except that it found your proper size in all different brands of jeans in all the stores in the mall. It was super cool. We found some cute clothes and tried on sunglasses with mustaches. My friend got a free pretzel because the guy at the cash register thought she was cute, and I bought a doughnut. The mall was so huge though, and we barely had enough time there that we couldn't really see a lot of it. :( Its 11:40 now and I have to be up bright and early to volunteer in the citayyy so I'll continue writing to you tomorrow! REMIND ME TO TELL YOU: bus ride, hair, anonymous
Love,
Stephanie
Ok, I admit. I've been super bad about keeping up with this blog. I would like to extend my sincerest apologies. Anywhooooo, I'll do my best to catch you up. I know I talked to you on the phone about some of this stuff already, but what the heck I'll say it again. I left off telling you about my gross sunburn (which since then has almost completely healed--PHEW!) which was last Sunday. Soooo Monday I switched activities to art and fashion. Art was coolio right from the start. We began drawing and cutting out stencils that we would later use to create spray paint shirts. In fashion I started sketching out a dress that I was going to make. WE INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM FOR SOME BREAKING NEWS: ok its not actually news, or even newsworthy, but I was just taking a break from writing this (I think I have writers block. Is that even possible when you're just writing down the things you did?) to watch my true love Charlie McDonnel and OMGGGG this face he makes at 3:57. I can't even describe it. I just laughed so hard I almost peed in my pants. Not actually. But check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LV5O_rCV6Q&list=UUmQXOAse-VnzuXHebX5I77g&index=1&feature=plcp. Ok, calm yourself Stephanie. Its not THAT funny. Back to Monday. Monday night we went to the King of Prussia Mall (which happens to be the second biggest mall in America) which was pretttttty cool. While searching for a store that would sell aloe (for my gross sunburn) my friends and I found this awesome machine that looked just like the security machines that they have you go in in the airport that you have to stand with your hands above your head and watch that thing spin around you or whatever. You know what I'm talking about right? The new TSA security shindig? The X-ray do-da? Well it looked just like that except that it found your proper size in all different brands of jeans in all the stores in the mall. It was super cool. We found some cute clothes and tried on sunglasses with mustaches. My friend got a free pretzel because the guy at the cash register thought she was cute, and I bought a doughnut. The mall was so huge though, and we barely had enough time there that we couldn't really see a lot of it. :( Its 11:40 now and I have to be up bright and early to volunteer in the citayyy so I'll continue writing to you tomorrow! REMIND ME TO TELL YOU: bus ride, hair, anonymous
Love,
Stephanie
Sunday 1 July 2012
Letter #5
Dear Erica,
Ok, I'm up to Thursday now.(I'm secretly writing this Sunday night, but we're going to pretend like I wrote this Thursday night)In music we went to a legit recording studio to record our song which was AWESOMEEEEEEE! It was in some guy's house so it was slightly strange and super cramped. There were like 4 other bands there while we were there and the only place to hang out was the teeny tiny living room. We were pretty good in our recording though! We got a copy of it on a cd which has been playing non-stop throughout the dorms. Apparently people like listening to us! And they also think we are really good! I would estimate that 5 times a day since the recording was handed out to all the music kids, I have been told that I'm "such a good singer!" and asked "Will you sing something for me?!" It's both annoying and flattering. For electives I went to "girl talk and venting with Danny" (the guy councilor's name isn't really Danny but for privacy reasons I won't say his name... I know I know, I'm being really nice and stuff by hiding his identity) At first, it was just me, Danny, and Ross, but eventually lots of other guys came. I feel that it is important to point out here that this was supposed to be GIRL TALK. It was so funny! That night we went to Dave and Busters. It was sort of fun, but I'm not really into arcades so I was glad to leave. At night my roomie and I went for a midnight run around the track. That's right! I'm suddenly into running! (ok, so fine it wasn't midnight...it was like 10:30 but before curfew and we just felt cool but close enough.) Friday was performance day for our band. I messed up the lyrics like twice but I tried my best to cover it up and kept going. Dance turned into planning a flash mob that is happening after I'm gone anyway so I just kind of waited for it to end. We didn't have any electives so I decided to spend forever running and hanging out, then decided to do some laundry. After finding out that I wouldn't have enough time to dry my clothes I quickly determined that I would only wash delicates and things that I could hang to dry. The problem is that even though I hypothetically knew how to do laundry, I had never actually used a washing machine before. After a minor panic attack I figured it out (sort of) and my laundry got clean. (it was so embarrassing. I first put in my clothes and then my money before putting in detergent so it started to wash without any soap. I freaked out and poured in a guesstimated amount of detergent into the bleach compartment--only to find out later that you could just pour the detergent on the clothes. Sigh.) I wound up hopping around repeating to myself "shoot shoot shoot! Why can't I figure out how to use a stupid washing machine! It shouldn't be that complicated!" but it was def an experiance. I did better the second time around the next day. Speaking of which, the longest letter ever continues, Saturday was SOOOOOOOOOOO (plus 100 more o's) boring. We woke up and prayed for 3 hours, then learned with our floor and councilor, then learned with the rabbi. By the time we were done, it was lunch time and straight after that was back to praying. I was going to explode. After we finally finished praying, I went jogging again with my roomie and then went on a nature hike with some other friends. We had a jolly time even though we were bored out of our minds. Saturday night as you may have guessed from being told that I was doing laundry again, was not a very exciting night for us. We did nothing except for sort of clean our rooms. We were going out of our minds--we literally were climbing the doors and screaming of bordom until we decided to start a dance party in the lounge and get as many people there as possible. We wound up with a decent crowed, but the iPod speakers were really quiet, there wasn't good music, and basically everyone else sat there but me and 2 other girls who danced like nobody was watching. Today we went to Ocean City and hit the Jersey Shore. It was lots of funsies (see fb for pics) and we ate lots of ice cream. Tonight we did some more nothing and I tended to my sunburned back. Eek. Anyway it's late and I'm going to sleep. Love, Stephanie
Ok, I'm up to Thursday now.(I'm secretly writing this Sunday night, but we're going to pretend like I wrote this Thursday night)In music we went to a legit recording studio to record our song which was AWESOMEEEEEEE! It was in some guy's house so it was slightly strange and super cramped. There were like 4 other bands there while we were there and the only place to hang out was the teeny tiny living room. We were pretty good in our recording though! We got a copy of it on a cd which has been playing non-stop throughout the dorms. Apparently people like listening to us! And they also think we are really good! I would estimate that 5 times a day since the recording was handed out to all the music kids, I have been told that I'm "such a good singer!" and asked "Will you sing something for me?!" It's both annoying and flattering. For electives I went to "girl talk and venting with Danny" (the guy councilor's name isn't really Danny but for privacy reasons I won't say his name... I know I know, I'm being really nice and stuff by hiding his identity) At first, it was just me, Danny, and Ross, but eventually lots of other guys came. I feel that it is important to point out here that this was supposed to be GIRL TALK. It was so funny! That night we went to Dave and Busters. It was sort of fun, but I'm not really into arcades so I was glad to leave. At night my roomie and I went for a midnight run around the track. That's right! I'm suddenly into running! (ok, so fine it wasn't midnight...it was like 10:30 but before curfew and we just felt cool but close enough.) Friday was performance day for our band. I messed up the lyrics like twice but I tried my best to cover it up and kept going. Dance turned into planning a flash mob that is happening after I'm gone anyway so I just kind of waited for it to end. We didn't have any electives so I decided to spend forever running and hanging out, then decided to do some laundry. After finding out that I wouldn't have enough time to dry my clothes I quickly determined that I would only wash delicates and things that I could hang to dry. The problem is that even though I hypothetically knew how to do laundry, I had never actually used a washing machine before. After a minor panic attack I figured it out (sort of) and my laundry got clean. (it was so embarrassing. I first put in my clothes and then my money before putting in detergent so it started to wash without any soap. I freaked out and poured in a guesstimated amount of detergent into the bleach compartment--only to find out later that you could just pour the detergent on the clothes. Sigh.) I wound up hopping around repeating to myself "shoot shoot shoot! Why can't I figure out how to use a stupid washing machine! It shouldn't be that complicated!" but it was def an experiance. I did better the second time around the next day. Speaking of which, the longest letter ever continues, Saturday was SOOOOOOOOOOO (plus 100 more o's) boring. We woke up and prayed for 3 hours, then learned with our floor and councilor, then learned with the rabbi. By the time we were done, it was lunch time and straight after that was back to praying. I was going to explode. After we finally finished praying, I went jogging again with my roomie and then went on a nature hike with some other friends. We had a jolly time even though we were bored out of our minds. Saturday night as you may have guessed from being told that I was doing laundry again, was not a very exciting night for us. We did nothing except for sort of clean our rooms. We were going out of our minds--we literally were climbing the doors and screaming of bordom until we decided to start a dance party in the lounge and get as many people there as possible. We wound up with a decent crowed, but the iPod speakers were really quiet, there wasn't good music, and basically everyone else sat there but me and 2 other girls who danced like nobody was watching. Today we went to Ocean City and hit the Jersey Shore. It was lots of funsies (see fb for pics) and we ate lots of ice cream. Tonight we did some more nothing and I tended to my sunburned back. Eek. Anyway it's late and I'm going to sleep. Love, Stephanie
Saturday 30 June 2012
Letter #4
Dear Erica,
I admit, I've been really bad about writing to you this week. I've been having busy here at camp. So here's the load down on what's been going down this past few days. I think I left off telling you about Tuesday, sooooo Wednesday our music band practicing our songs and rocking out. Dance was practicing our dance to boyfriend by JB and we did lots of praying. Lots and lots of praying. In fact, we do so much praying here it's basically the only thing we do. My roomies and I are currently going insane with bordom. Wednesday, we even LEARNED!!! As a group!!! I basically taught our class even though our councilors were supposed to do that. It was sort of awkward when the councilor would say something that she thought was supposed to be clarifying or summarizing something about the document we were reading, but I clearly saw that she was wrong. When I say I that I taught this class I'm not kidding. Our group clapped for me when I was done and the councilors thanked me for my participation. Truthfully I didn't mind doing it, but I felt like the main councilor (who's job I politely took over) took all the credit when we were finished. Not that I really needed any credit, but it was just kind of annoying when we were supposed to report back what we learned and she said a lot of stuff that I had mentioned in "our discussion" (/my lengthy monologue) and described it as if she had cleverly interpreted it to mean such. It shouldnt bug me, and I really really like that councilor so I won't hold it against her... But still. During elective time which is basically like 2 hours of free time where we can chill out, sometimes we can go to the super market or stuff like that, and some councilors lead groups back here, I went to Deep Thoughts with Dana (not her real name) and Dana is the BEST AND FUNNIEST AND FUNNEST councilor, because she's not actually a councilor (yet. She doesn't have any campers this week plus it's her first year so she literally never knows what's going on. Ever.) That being said, it was hilarious to think that we were going to have deep thoughts with her. It was actually really interesting. First, we discussed an ethical dilemma but then our group got taken over by Jack's current events where we discussed... Well...current events. (duh?) and that was cool too. Even though it started as just me and Ross and the councilors but we eventually got quite a crowd. Our night activity was dogeball which initially I was kind of annoyed about because I can't play sports. I was pretty good though!I got a few people out and even won us the game by catching the last ball. REMIND ME TO TELL YOU:Dinner, fedora, phone Love, Stephanie
I admit, I've been really bad about writing to you this week. I've been having busy here at camp. So here's the load down on what's been going down this past few days. I think I left off telling you about Tuesday, sooooo Wednesday our music band practicing our songs and rocking out. Dance was practicing our dance to boyfriend by JB and we did lots of praying. Lots and lots of praying. In fact, we do so much praying here it's basically the only thing we do. My roomies and I are currently going insane with bordom. Wednesday, we even LEARNED!!! As a group!!! I basically taught our class even though our councilors were supposed to do that. It was sort of awkward when the councilor would say something that she thought was supposed to be clarifying or summarizing something about the document we were reading, but I clearly saw that she was wrong. When I say I that I taught this class I'm not kidding. Our group clapped for me when I was done and the councilors thanked me for my participation. Truthfully I didn't mind doing it, but I felt like the main councilor (who's job I politely took over) took all the credit when we were finished. Not that I really needed any credit, but it was just kind of annoying when we were supposed to report back what we learned and she said a lot of stuff that I had mentioned in "our discussion" (/my lengthy monologue) and described it as if she had cleverly interpreted it to mean such. It shouldnt bug me, and I really really like that councilor so I won't hold it against her... But still. During elective time which is basically like 2 hours of free time where we can chill out, sometimes we can go to the super market or stuff like that, and some councilors lead groups back here, I went to Deep Thoughts with Dana (not her real name) and Dana is the BEST AND FUNNIEST AND FUNNEST councilor, because she's not actually a councilor (yet. She doesn't have any campers this week plus it's her first year so she literally never knows what's going on. Ever.) That being said, it was hilarious to think that we were going to have deep thoughts with her. It was actually really interesting. First, we discussed an ethical dilemma but then our group got taken over by Jack's current events where we discussed... Well...current events. (duh?) and that was cool too. Even though it started as just me and Ross and the councilors but we eventually got quite a crowd. Our night activity was dogeball which initially I was kind of annoyed about because I can't play sports. I was pretty good though!I got a few people out and even won us the game by catching the last ball. REMIND ME TO TELL YOU:Dinner, fedora, phone Love, Stephanie
Tuesday 26 June 2012
Letter #3
Dear Erica,
I'm having tons of fun here at camp. I'm currently eating slightly frozen noodles with my roomie. We eat dinner really early (elderly people? Or starving teachers? Hehe) so by the time it's like 11, we are all hungry again. Instead of trying to get cereal from the cafeteria or buying food from the vending machine, we decided to hoard food in our room for late night snacking. We have a fridge and everything so we brought lots of food back with us from lunch and dinner (including the noodles....) The fridge, apparently, was on super super cold so it accidently froze our noodles. Awks. I'm in music and dance/yoga for my electives and they are quite awesome. In music I'm in this cutsies band with me, Ross, and 2 other peeps. I sing, Ross plays piano, and the other 2 play guitar and drums. We are actually pretty good. I have to memorize the lyrics to 2 songs that I've never heard before though, which is definetly a challenge. It's sooooo cool, we are going to record our songs on thursday, and perform them live on Friday at a location which I am not going to put on the internet... I'm excited. At first I was kind of annoyed because there was an overwhelming (by 2 votes) desire to play a rock and roll song which,as you may know, is NOT AT ALL my style of music. I sounded pretty awkward at first trying to imitate the band Guns N' Roses singing paradise city, but then I realized that I'm not going to sound like them no matter what, so I should just make the song my own and not care that I don't sound very rock and roll-ish. Today we started another song though, a Paramore song which sounds AMAZZZZING. But enough about music. Dance/ yoga is pretty coolio too. We are dancing hip-hop to Justin Beiber (I know...sigh...) and I might not be that great of a dancer, but it's really fun. The yoga is cool too, except for we do mostly parter stuff which is slightly strange. (I was going to put another set of dot dot dot's but I restrained myself. I think I have overused the ... And the parentheses in this letter but whatever...) Last night for our night activity we had a scavenger hunt around the campus but me and my roomies ended up chilling with the councilors while they told us all the answers. The councilors are so cool (remind me to tell you something...) There I go again with the dots and parentheses. I'm going to have to write you somethings in a rather cryptic manner so Internet people or others that I don't want to know things won't know anything, but this way I won't forget to tell you important/ embarrassing stuff. Tonight we went bowling which was slightly fun, but I'm not a good bowler, plus I would much prefer to do other things. [REMEMBER TO TALK ABOUT: tennis racket, texting scavenger hunt room, bowling shoes, socks and benches) The last thing I have to tell you about more later is our bus driver, she is HILARIOUS and just a lovely person. We all spoke in British accents the whole way back to the campus, and when one of the girls got out to try and lift the gate up so the bus could go through our driver merely laughed and said, "She's one crazy dude!" I loved that she said that. Love, Stephanie
I'm having tons of fun here at camp. I'm currently eating slightly frozen noodles with my roomie. We eat dinner really early (elderly people? Or starving teachers? Hehe) so by the time it's like 11, we are all hungry again. Instead of trying to get cereal from the cafeteria or buying food from the vending machine, we decided to hoard food in our room for late night snacking. We have a fridge and everything so we brought lots of food back with us from lunch and dinner (including the noodles....) The fridge, apparently, was on super super cold so it accidently froze our noodles. Awks. I'm in music and dance/yoga for my electives and they are quite awesome. In music I'm in this cutsies band with me, Ross, and 2 other peeps. I sing, Ross plays piano, and the other 2 play guitar and drums. We are actually pretty good. I have to memorize the lyrics to 2 songs that I've never heard before though, which is definetly a challenge. It's sooooo cool, we are going to record our songs on thursday, and perform them live on Friday at a location which I am not going to put on the internet... I'm excited. At first I was kind of annoyed because there was an overwhelming (by 2 votes) desire to play a rock and roll song which,as you may know, is NOT AT ALL my style of music. I sounded pretty awkward at first trying to imitate the band Guns N' Roses singing paradise city, but then I realized that I'm not going to sound like them no matter what, so I should just make the song my own and not care that I don't sound very rock and roll-ish. Today we started another song though, a Paramore song which sounds AMAZZZZING. But enough about music. Dance/ yoga is pretty coolio too. We are dancing hip-hop to Justin Beiber (I know...sigh...) and I might not be that great of a dancer, but it's really fun. The yoga is cool too, except for we do mostly parter stuff which is slightly strange. (I was going to put another set of dot dot dot's but I restrained myself. I think I have overused the ... And the parentheses in this letter but whatever...) Last night for our night activity we had a scavenger hunt around the campus but me and my roomies ended up chilling with the councilors while they told us all the answers. The councilors are so cool (remind me to tell you something...) There I go again with the dots and parentheses. I'm going to have to write you somethings in a rather cryptic manner so Internet people or others that I don't want to know things won't know anything, but this way I won't forget to tell you important/ embarrassing stuff. Tonight we went bowling which was slightly fun, but I'm not a good bowler, plus I would much prefer to do other things. [REMEMBER TO TALK ABOUT: tennis racket, texting scavenger hunt room, bowling shoes, socks and benches) The last thing I have to tell you about more later is our bus driver, she is HILARIOUS and just a lovely person. We all spoke in British accents the whole way back to the campus, and when one of the girls got out to try and lift the gate up so the bus could go through our driver merely laughed and said, "She's one crazy dude!" I loved that she said that. Love, Stephanie
Sunday 24 June 2012
Letter #2
Dear Erica,
Day 1 of my new camp is complete. After spending a funsies weekend with the fam traveling around phillidelphia, I found myself at a new camp with new friends, bunk mates, and a new room. Touring was cool, we saw some great historical places like the betsy ross house, we went to a sweet meuseum chalk full of american history.(shout out to HUSH?) I felt like a nerd walking around and already knowing half the information, but as a wise teacher once told me, "it's not always fun to learn, but its fun to know stuff," all I can say is true that. The campus here is beautiful. It's so spacious and green. I've made some really nice friends- my roomies are awesome. I'm currently exhausted and happy. (we went out for ice cream/slushies tonight, who wouldn't be happy?!) It was so much fun, we crammed maybe 60 of us into a school bus and when there was no more room to sit, everyone else was standing in the aisle. As you may know, it's probably illegal to stand up in a bus, but since the director of the camp was driving It didn't matter. We were blasting music and dancing, and the best part was when a police car came by, EVERYONE crouched down and hid while someone turned off the music and we pretending to be a normal everyday school bus. It was so fun. Anyway, back to the exhausted part, I'm going to sleep. Nighty night snuggle buddy! Love, Stephanie
Day 1 of my new camp is complete. After spending a funsies weekend with the fam traveling around phillidelphia, I found myself at a new camp with new friends, bunk mates, and a new room. Touring was cool, we saw some great historical places like the betsy ross house, we went to a sweet meuseum chalk full of american history.(shout out to HUSH?) I felt like a nerd walking around and already knowing half the information, but as a wise teacher once told me, "it's not always fun to learn, but its fun to know stuff," all I can say is true that. The campus here is beautiful. It's so spacious and green. I've made some really nice friends- my roomies are awesome. I'm currently exhausted and happy. (we went out for ice cream/slushies tonight, who wouldn't be happy?!) It was so much fun, we crammed maybe 60 of us into a school bus and when there was no more room to sit, everyone else was standing in the aisle. As you may know, it's probably illegal to stand up in a bus, but since the director of the camp was driving It didn't matter. We were blasting music and dancing, and the best part was when a police car came by, EVERYONE crouched down and hid while someone turned off the music and we pretending to be a normal everyday school bus. It was so fun. Anyway, back to the exhausted part, I'm going to sleep. Nighty night snuggle buddy! Love, Stephanie
Thursday 14 June 2012
Letter #1
Dear Erica,
As a continuation of my note in your planner, I'm making this blog as a digital diary of my summer for you to read. This is going to be the farthest and longest we have ever been away from each other our entire lives! I know that this summer you may not get the chance to call me or even write me back, but I hope that once in a while you can go online and read my letters to you.
At the moment you are probably at home, chilling on your computer in your room or riding your bike or something, but soon enough we will both be traveling in different directions for the duration of the summer. Let us both be adventurous this summer, try new things and meet new people. Let us test the boundaries of our friendship and trust that we will always be BFFs no matter how far away we are from each other. While I document my summer on this blog, I hope that you will also return home with many new memories and stories to share.
It only seems fitting to end with my FAV quote from my FAV book:
“You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies! Love and Love and Love Again, Stargirl.” ― Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
Love,
Stephanie
As a continuation of my note in your planner, I'm making this blog as a digital diary of my summer for you to read. This is going to be the farthest and longest we have ever been away from each other our entire lives! I know that this summer you may not get the chance to call me or even write me back, but I hope that once in a while you can go online and read my letters to you.
At the moment you are probably at home, chilling on your computer in your room or riding your bike or something, but soon enough we will both be traveling in different directions for the duration of the summer. Let us both be adventurous this summer, try new things and meet new people. Let us test the boundaries of our friendship and trust that we will always be BFFs no matter how far away we are from each other. While I document my summer on this blog, I hope that you will also return home with many new memories and stories to share.
It only seems fitting to end with my FAV quote from my FAV book:
“You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies! Love and Love and Love Again, Stargirl.” ― Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
Love,
Stephanie
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