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Name: stefanie
Location: Tennessee, United States
Birthday: 2/2/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: drinking starbucks.
Expertise: hospitality. chyea.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
9/19/2002
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| - - this has been a strange week.
"when they push, when they pull, tell me can you hold on? when they say you should change can you lift your head high and stay strong. will you give up, give in, when your heart's crying out that it's wrong. will you love you for you at the end of it all. in life, there's gonna be times when you're feeling low and in your mind insecurity seems to take control. we start to look outside ourselves for acceptance and approval. we keep forgettin' that the one thing we should know is: don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own"
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| - - what do you do when the guy you "dated" in the 6th grade strides in your life again and ends up being drop dead gorgeous? the eye contact signals the acknowledgment of the shared history so long ago. i need to grow up. i seem to post an entry everytime i'm in a strange mood that bewilders me. watching gilmore girls makes me happy, yet simultaneously conjures obscure feelings of jealousy and dissatisfaction in my life. going on a tangent, i'm craving cheesecake from the cheesecake factory. oh the memories of the enjoyed stay in chicago with one of my former idols. i wonder if i grew up since then. it seems the world and the people around me are constantly changing, maturally quickly, and i'm on hold, waiting for the confirmation from anyone that my life is going to be something out of the ordinary and worthwhile.
"We are only what we hate; but in the long run we have found; silent films are full of sound; inaudibly free"
tomorrow is wednesday. | | |
| - - i hate having an intricate mind and thinking too deeply. it always seems to plunge me into this wretched mood. the music will soothe me. just seeing construction workers, homeless people, working children, and even working adults depresses me. i hate how life is focused around working our asses off and wanting money. i condemn myself because i always complain how my life sucks, and i always forget how blessed i am and how great it is to be living in this time and age. i just don't want to aim my life at fulfilling this one goal and in the end never even reach it. that would just blow. the goal in mind isn't even worthy of being put on a pedestal. in addition, it's even worse when you know the answer. it's crystal clear, yet you blind yourself from it. oh god. | | |
| maroon5 rocks. i want to play the piano ... with a hint of jazz. i want to go to a coffee shop and just sip my cafe con leche and be cool. i'm totally siked about tomorrow. mingling with old books with a cool cat fabricating mysteries. only she would understand. this weather is drowning my sorrows away. the cool breeze and the warmth of a sweater is like no other. i have discovered that sleep makes me even more tired. i live off of coffee, and i'm not even famous. i want karaoke, ahora. i love hispanic people. | | |
| friday night. give a shout. i just realized that i've been too wrapped up in envying others' lives and that i blinded myself of my own life, personality, and blessings. ah shucks. i'm just as blind as the blind mouse.
you know the saying "be the change that you want to see in the world"? i thought about that a lot today. i think it's ironic for me to be favoring things society detests. is it a natural inclination to be drawn to the negatives of life? i have discovered that being this "change" is going to be harder to billboard because of these humanly desires to be, maybe, cool? whatever. i'm a cool cat, cover girl, and you can't bring me down. | | |
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