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Name: Stephanie
Country: United States
State: New Mexico
Metro: Ruidoso
Birthday: 11/6/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: I like long walks in the rain, painting, writing poetry, listening to the wind beating against my windows during an August storm, taking naps underneath the old willow tree, writing in my journal, and reading books with covers weathered and worn.
Expertise: Exegesis
Occupation: Student
Industry: Textiles
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  kiddingsilly
Member Since:
9/4/2004
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| I love old country music--Jerry Jeff Walker, Delbert McClintin, Jonathan Edwards, BW Stevenson, Bugs Henderson. I also love friends, and especially love riding 20-some hours in a Tahoe with them.
Lindsey and Vance's wedding totally spoiled me. I got to spend four solid day surrounded by my beloved friends, play on the beach in Malibu, dance at the Beauty Bar in Hollywood, and walk down the Las Vegas strip. Then, I came home to Seth and Lara and a short visit from Tyler. What a great week!
I miss you all and will see you at graduation if not sooner.
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| I don't have much time for the internet these days, and every time I sit down and think that I am going to write a xanga post I feel completely uninspired. There is plenty to write about after all, lots of stuff going on in my life, etc... but for whatever reason I never feel like actually writing any of it down.
A few days ago I was inspired and will consequently make a post about exactly that, inspiration.
I was in our (being David and I) apartment by myself and thinking about all of the dear friends I miss so much. This "inspired" me, me being a very sentimental sort of person, to watch Homer Hiccolm's dvd. Afterwards I felt "inspired" to write. So I did. I wrote a lot. Some of it was kind of weird, and I don't really know where it came from but it is on a piece of paper that someone someday may be unfortunate enough to actually read.
None of this is the point, though.
I started to think about what had inspired me. While I am sure that some would disagree, I believe it was the music.
Whenever people ask me what kind of music I listen to, I always tell them, good. It's true. I listen to lots of types of music, but I consider all of it to be good. But then, what makes music good? I don't think I know enough about harmonies and chord progressions to say that I use technical dexterity as a measurement of how good or bad a particular song might be. After giving this some thought I reached a conclusion. Good music, and especially great music, is inspiring. It touches you somewhere, makes you feel something, takes you to a different planet. It doesn't create a particular emotion, it just creates emotion.
I now wonder if all people experience this when they listen to good music, and I feel extremely sorry for those who don't listen to music at all. I mean, really.
PS-In all fairness, and for legal purposes, I must give some credit, at least for this particular inspirational instance to my friends on that dvd. I'm sure that seeing their bright and shining faces also inspired me greatly.
PSS-After reading this once over, I would like to make a final clarification. I realize that this not a profound idea, that many people have talked about it before me. But it's what's on my mind, and who am I to question inspiration?
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Something I have learned in the past five days that I have been working for Starbucks:
"Starbucks is not a coffee company. It's a way of life."
I think that's funny.
Really, though, so far so good.
I mean, I enjoy coffee. I generally enjoy people. I enjoy having insurance when I go to the doctor. All of these enjoyments have led me to the conclusion that Starbucks is the place to be.
It's funny being back in Ruidoso, cause I know everybody. Everywhere I go, especially WalMart, I at least someone I recognize. It's sort of like being at ACU except it's an entire town. (Technically, it's an entire village.) It's all good though. I am very very busy, but very very happy.
Tonight, though, I am especially happy because tomorrow night I am going to see some of my friends in Albuquerque. Unfortunately, they are not in the Land of Enchantment just to hang out with me, although I can pretend. They are going to play music, which is not quite equally as cool as me, but it comes pretty close.
Anyways, I am rambling. It is late, and I am going to be up forever preparing a curriculum about composting for our "Composting Kick-Off Day" at the school where I work tomorrow.
Yay for trash!
Later guyz.
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| I am getting married to David Chisholm, David Chisholm who has been my friend all through college, David Chisholm who used to talk to me about his girl problems, David Chisholm with that one Rancid shirt that I have always thought was really cool, David Chisholm who owns one million movies and cds, and possibly every graphic novel ever made, David Chisholm who eats either MacDonalds or pizza for almost every meal, David Chisholm whose family is from Scotland, David Chisholm with the awesome beard, David Chisholm who walked me home one night my Freshman year, David Chisholm who I never in a million years thought would be my boyfriend, David Chisholm who is the nicest boy I know.
In exactly 94 days I am going to marry the David Chisholm.
Isn't that just the darnedest thing?
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| So yes, I am engaged and finally at a point where I can say that without starting to cry. And that's no joke. I really have cried so much in the past couple of days, but nothing bad, only good, as happy as one person could possibly be, crying.
David's proposal was perfect. We were watching the sun set from Monjeau, at the very top of everything. Very romantic.
Life is good. I am going to get married to the best boy in the whole world. I think the wedding may be comic themed. Any thoughts?
P.S.- David and I will be in Abilene this weekend, so let's have a big ol' party.
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