Alright here she is, first blog in about two or three months. Happy 50th Mom. You better freak-in enjoy it. I know I will. I'm sleepy as bloody hell though. I'm not sure exactly or vaguely why I started this blog when I was planning on going to bed. Who knows, I think I might of missed writing whatever comes into my head to end up with a huge paragraph of ridiculous, non important thoughts. Sounds sweet. Michelle just moved out. Now I have the house to myself. I'll probably start missing her in a week or two... haha or not. I don't have to hide my clothes anymore or have my stuff dissappear. Wow fuck, now I know why I stopped writing these things. I always end up complaining and pointing things out that I don't really care about. Or I can write I hysterically happy blog and seem like I'm on drugs. Those are more fun to write. I'm too neutral a person to write too many of those though. Well look at that. I've already created a fairly large paragraph and I don't feel that I've said anything thats of that much importance to me at the moment. But then again I'm being a pretty big Debbie Downer at the moment. I'm in a fairly good mood though. I'll leave it at that, and that the title is a song I was listening too, and not a sudden realization. Night,
Stephanie Coster
So I'm home alone, got bored started looking up canoes on the net. I come across this one website that gives you a play-by-play on how to make a canot de maitre. I read it all, look at all the pictures... seems easy enough, and I'm bored to shit. You have to peel the bark off a white birch first. Lucky! I have a white birch right in my front yard! Fuck... it's a little premature. Whatever... I'll just be careful not to break it. So here I go out into my front yard with a little kitchen knife. I peel it all off, but it got pretty ripped in some spots. Dam I need an old white birch. So now I'm parading down the beach looking for a white birch, when I come to the forest type slash beach area. I'm positive I'm going to find a old birch and if not... I'm kicking the dog. I keep getting stoked seeing a birch running up to it then realizing it it's just a stupid birch, not a white birch. Well now I'm at the end of the forest area getting pretty discouraged after getting all set on making a canoe. I look at the old rope we used to climb hanging off this old tree that hangs out getting pissed at it for not being an white birch. I start going over to it's trunk cause I feel like climbing it when I see this dead tree lying inbetween the two big parts of the tree. Hmm this seems new, so I take a closer look... A WHITE BIRCH! Soooo nice! I bend down stab it a couple times, checking if it's rotten or not. Yessss nice and fresh. Wait a second.... this is a fucking birch! It just looks fucking white! God DAM! Now I'm just completely pissed and even more set on finding a white birch but it's getting dark. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Whatever... I'm going home, tomorrow I'll find a white birch somewhere in BHV or something. I decide to go a little past my house and just take a stroll when I'm looking up in one of neighbors yard and see this nice old white birch.... hmmmmmmm... should I comindeer their bark? It'll grow back. But no my better judgements got the better of me as usual and I turn around and go home. Thats my Friday this week. Well from 6:30 to like 8. Now I think I'm going to go have some vodka... I've never actually craved the taste of vodka now I want some... hahha not even to get drunk I just want the taste... now thats fucked. Have a good Friday the 13 everyone, I'm out.
Stephanie Coster
Here I am, once again, suckered into joining the millions of memberships similar to facebook. Where do you kids find these things? Facebox, zorpia, you enjoy filling out questions about yourself way to much, myspace etc... Yes yes, I admit, I have become an expert at filling in my name, birthday and address and yes, I have become particularly fond of the process. Even though my name, interests and hobbies have become meaningless from countless times typing them, these websites do always manage to let one creep join who is always there reading your page. It makes you feel a bit special you know? Like someone cares about you. Even thought that someone is a fat fifty-six year old man who cares about everyone else on nexopia, after reading there profiles, blogs, etc, countless times. Well I'm bored of this. I'm going to go take an awesome shower without you. Bye.
I am starting this blog off not having a clue whats going to be put in it. I feel like writing but I don't know what to write. I feel like being successful but I don't know what to do to get there. I feel like drawing but I don't know what to draw. I'm just one confused bastard in a world where almost everything is labeled and convenent for you. Everything expect the obvious and the unknown. Atlantis the lost city. If you've never heard of it you should look it up right now, it very interesting. Theres another city that interesting. It's not a lost city apparently it's still in contact but everyone who goes there doesn't return. People look for it in the Himalayan Mountains located in Tibet. It's called 'Shangri-La' and the 'Hidden Kingdom'. It's known to be guarded by chic barriers that Tibetans call 'snow gaurdians'. The whole city is the shape of a lotus and populated with extremely intelligent mellow people that some people like to think are extraterrestrials. I'm going to a movie today with Kelly and her boyfriend Ben. I'm not sure what we're going to watch. I forgot. I also have a turtle bobble head on my table thats from mexico. I've named him five times and each time I forget about him and his name, then find him again and re-name him. I fall back inlove with him everytime. I like our house that way. You always find things you forgot about and when you find them they're just as special as they were the first time you got it. Our house is really cluttered. It's funny going to my friends houses, they don't have any clutter. I have to go cause I just remembered somethings I want to add to my profile.
Stephanie Coster
Frick I love music, and I love dancing, and I love singing, and I love having something on my mind. So I pretty much love life because no matter what there's something on my mind, I always have music playing. While theres music there's no stopping me from dancing, and when I get into it the same goes for singing. It's weird being in such a good mood and then looking back on the depressing times. It seems impossible that you could feel like that. Depression is one thing I need to try and find a cure for before I die. Lol I mean a healthy legal cure. I think all of us have a cure of our own.. but that leads me to say that too much of a good thing can go bad. Which it usually always does. I like it that way though.
Music is so amazing. Some of it isn't all that great, but some of it is so amazing that it has the power to change your mood in a matter of seconds. Some people say that the only way to live your life is to go out and experience new things. Sometimes listening to music is all it takes. When the music is right it can make you experience new emotions you've never had before or maybe even bring on an apithany. If your thinking I'm a complete idot right now because you've never experienced anything through music before it's probally cause your listening to the wrong stuff. Sure it all sounds ok, but some of it is put together so perfectly that all you can do is sit there in awe. The funny thing is I remeber when I was a kid, my sister Kelly loved music and she always listened to it, and I'd tell her to turn it off because I 'hated music'. I was a weird kid though... Today Anna Nicole Smith died. When Steve Irwin died mostly everyone online in my contact list had 'RIP Steve Irwin' on their name. Now that Anna Nicole Smith died no one seems to care. I was listening to the radio today, 97.5 The River. The host got a call and he was talking to the girl about Anna's death. He was taking it like a joke, he asked the girl, 'so do you think she overdosed?' I guess she didn't do much in our lives to earn our respect besides pose for some horny fat guys so they could jack-off. I shouldn't say that though... I didn't really pay much attention to her. I might be wrong she might have done something good that I didn't hear about. If so tell me. I'm gonna go though... listen to music of course. And look for my video camers. Agggh.
Stephanie Coster
Step 1: Get a clear, tall narrow glass.
Step 2: Fill only the lower part of the glass with milk.
Step 3: Get a dog with a semi-long snout.
Step 4: Give the glass of milk to the dog.
Step 5: Watch the most entertaining/hilarious thing you've ever seen.
Alright, I know it's cruel to tease an innocent animal, but it was worth it. My dog (painter) was sticking his tongue out as far as he could. It was priceless. I would explain it further, but no matter how thoroughly I explain what happened, you won't get the full effect from it. To get the full effect you have to do it to your own dog. Well seeing I can't explain it to you, I might as well end this blog entry here. But before I do I have to say that I miss Mexico a lot. In fact, I miss it so much, that last night my whole entire dream was in Mexico. Now that has never happened before. There usually isn't a specific location to where I am in my dreams. I'm usually in a place like a park, or a house or a parking lot... you know just things that don't need a specific address. But in this dream I was in Mexico. I really do miss Mexico. Especially after that dream. It was everything good about Mexico, but in a dream. Thats as good as it gets folks. Wow I'm really tired all the sudden. Thats weird cause I slept till 2:00pm today. Huh... I guess I should go to sleep. I'm going to school tomorrow, so I guess I should. Well good-night all. I hope you dream of Mexico,
Stephanie Coster
Sheesh, time flys. Christmas and New years are both over. And nothing to show for either of them. I know that sounds hard to believe but in my case, it's true. I'm glad it all happened so casually though. It changed me back to normal. Honestly, being in a relationship sure fucked me up. No offence to Scott though, I love the guy. Not that way! I'm feeling all right now. What am I saying? I'm feeling fucking great! Well.. some of the stuff in this blog, well I'm not sure if I should post it. But who the fuck reads Stephanie Coster's blog in the first place? I'm betting, incredibly bored people, and maybe some stalkers, and the occasional past lover. Last night I finished reading V for Vandetta. The movie was awesome, there's no regretting that, but compared to the graphic novel.... it's a shame. The ending of the book was amazing. What am I saying? The whole thing was amazing. It's almost like reading Shakespear. I like how almost every line makes you think. But Evey in the novel is kinda annoying. Not in the end, she's pretty dam cool in the end. Ha, well of course she's cool in the end... I won't say anymore. I don't want to ruin it for the incredibly bored, stalker or past lover who's reading this right now. Or maybe your just a friend? I don't understand the point in me trying to guess who you are or what you are, because you could be millions of things. And I'm most likely guessing everything besides those million things. Depending who you are, I probally just lost you. You probally don't understand what I'm saying and I'm taking that as my cue to end this. Right here, right now. England Prevails,
Stephanie Coster
Ha, well the title for this blog came from one of my contacts on msn... it said something about forgetting and destroying evidence. Yep I made a really good drink last night, it gets you drunk fast, and it tastes like juice. Sours, Vodka, and Lime Syrup. It's a dream. Your a dream. If this was a dream, and you are reading this, your just a figment of my imagination and are going to evaporate into thin air as soon as I awake. Last week... I think last week.... well anyways, Ms. Bogas made us go to the Alice In Wonderland play, at the theater. I was kinda stoked for it cause it was going to be Alice in Wonderland play style. Well, it sucked. They went completely off the story line and fucked the whole thing up, the acting sucked, the dialoge was choppy and the jokes sucked balls. It was like when your free-styling a skit with your friends, and there's silences in between sentences. It was awkward and childish like that. I fell asleep through most of it, Ms. Bogas did to. Way to go, you just wasted my eight dollars, thank-you very much! Since that was a whole week ago, I'll leave that behind and catch up on everything else. Hmm... I went snowboarding. If you could even call it that. I was teaching Kelly how to, it was her first time. Except eight years ago she went twice, but hated it thoroughly and quit. She heard I was good at teaching and decided it would be best if she used that to her advantage. I made her up and atom in half a day. Not even. It was four hours. Yepp.... thats how sweet I am at teaching how to snowboard. Just thought I'd get the word out. I went snowboarding for real on Sunday. It was wayyy better. Met some randon stoners as usual, took advantage of their stupidity and their weed. Mwahahah. Aw poor kids. They'll get over it. Maybe. I just got over a weird ass four day flu, and looking at this screen for so long is making me feel nauseaus so I'm going to end this here. Nighty-night. It is already 1:49pm! ahhhh! Lol,
Stephanie Coster
Oh well, hello there. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood, will you be mine? Blah, blah, blah, blah. However that song goes, well I just typed it out. Haha! I didn't I just made you believe I did. Mind over matter my friends, mind over matter. Am I right or am I right? I am most definately right. Alright, alright! Are you cool? Huh? Are you cool? He means, do you get high. Ohhh, yea I'm cool. Coooool. Woo! I'm going snowboarding tomorrow! How euphoric is that? Too euphoric, so euphoric that I must fly away. Good-bye,
Stephanie Coster
