=D
I did get my puppy!

Athena!
**I lack pictures at this time**

Anyways, she's a pest.
As I write this, she just has another accident.
She can't quite understand that when she goes outside, it doesn't ALWAYS mean play.
But that's what she wants to do.
So she comes inside and tinkles.

Ugh.

And guess what she did last night?!
She ate my phone.
She just messed up the case pretty bad. Dented a few of the buttons.
You know, I signed two years of my life away to a contract for this phone and now it's pretty crappy looking. *sigh* Now I'm looking for a new case, but all I'm finding is snap on decorator cases.
Ok, I found one
20 bucks.


Anyways!

She's driving me nuts, to say the least..
But I love her :)


I'M GETTING A DOG
I DON'T CARE WHAT MY MOTHER SAYS

LET'S DO A FAMILY VOTE, WHO WANTS A DOG
STEPHERS RAISES HAND
DAD RAISES HAND.
OK YOU'RE OUT NUMBERED.


=D

I'm getting in contact with the peoplessss very very soon. I put in an application and I'll contact them if I don't get a call by Monday? I'm not sure.








CAN I HAS DOG NOW
YES.
GOOD


<3!!



But CAN I HAS DOG NOW?!

DADDY SAID YES!
MOMMY SAY ARGUE CRY FACE
I SAID CRY FACE TOO
DADDY INTERRUPTS FAMILY VOTE WHO WANTS A DOG.
DADDY MADE ME LAUGH

I GOT PERMISSION FOR A DOG
I GOT PERMISSION FOR THAT DOG



And I had vegetarian pizza and drank 2 shots!!!!!


I told her I wanted just pizza but she said I could have one on the house and she said "You've never had anything to drink before? I can pick something out for you that won't be bad. Do you trust me?" so I said sure. She gave me this:

Southern Peach
2 oz Southern Comfort peach liqueur
1 1/2 oz peach schnapps
1/2 oz triple sec
1 oz Absolut Citron vodka

Add all with ice shack and strain.



AND then I said DO YOU HAVE ONE THAT TASTES LIKE BERRIES!??!? And she said she was all out of a lot of the berries. All she had left was cherry. And I said no, because I can have Robitussin anytime. Then she came back with a little notecard that I could barely read, but it said this:

Bomb Pop
2 oz Bacardi Razz rum
2 oz lemonade
2 oz Blue Curacao liqueur

Pour the Bacardi Razz rum into a small rocks glass or otherwise. Add blue curacao, and then lemonade, and serve.

So I said *SHRUG* and ok. She got it.


THE BOMB POP TASTED LIKE BLUE PIXIE STICKS but it burned.

I got a mild 2 hour headache on my birthday. o.o I still don't know what a "buzz" is, either. XD


Ah, the new year is around the corner. A new day holds a new month and a new year.
We've got to adjust ourselves from writing 2008 to 2009 on all of our checks or homework papers.

Some people even go the long way to making a "new years resolution"

Do you?

Well whether or not you believe in them, everyone wants to do better for themselves. I guess it takes a date change to get you going. I wonder if that's why calendars were invented? Or is it just our lazy culture that has encouraged everyone to make new years resolutions..

On a further thought, Where the heck did the word Resolution come from?!



res·o·lu·tion
(rěz'ə-lōō'shən) Pronunciation Key
n.
  1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.
  2. A resolving to do something.
  3. A course of action determined or decided on.
  4. A formal statement of a decision or expression of opinion put before or adopted by an assembly such as the U.S. Congress.
  5. Physics & Chemistry The act or process of separating or reducing something into its constituent parts: the prismatic resolution of sunlight into its spectral colors.
  6. The fineness of detail that can be distinguished in an image, as on a video display terminal.
  7. Medicine The subsiding or termination of an abnormal condition, such as a fever or an inflammation.
  8. Law A court decision.
    1. An explanation, as of a problem or puzzle; a solution.
    2. The part of a literary work in which the complications of the plot are resolved or simplified.
    3. The progression of a dissonant tone or chord to a consonant tone or chord.
    4. The tone or chord to which such a progression is made.
  9. Music
    1. The progression of a dissonant tone or chord to a consonant tone or chord.
    2. The tone or chord to which such a progression is made.
  10. The substitution of one metrical unit for another, especially the substitution of two short syllables for one long syllable in quantitative verse.




Well from that, it doesn't even seem like the words "New Year's Resolutions" even make much sense in the way that culture today has decided to put them.

We come to a definite or earnest decision about doing something with the intentions of our actions to being RESOLUTE and intend to do it with firm determination.

When really, it's just a silly list of crap we want to make ourselves better, but we don't do them -- or rather we don't feel like trying.

Just another day, for some people.

If you want do do something -- do it.
My dad wanted to quit smoking one year and he lacked the determination to do it on New Years...So he did it on Super Bowl Day. He almost wanted to wait until next year!!

Aye. Just do something.

Which leads me to my next point.

My "New Years Resolution" deals with feet.

Yup, Feet.

I want healthy feet, which leads to healthy posture, which leads to healthy everything.
How do I do that?

Well I already started.
I researched and read. I googled for hours!

I figured out that the best thing for the job is a nice pair of Birkenstocks.

You know what pushed me to the edge of making this decision??
My arches are falling. I've never been in so much pain in my life. I know that my brother has to wear those retarded inserts in his shoes and he dies if he doesn't.
>.<>.< Which I did. But regardless -- My shoes were always 2 sizes too small. My clothes never fit me right. But I got used to it.

I turned around and got the right size and mentally changed myself on the spot. I'm going to do this for me. Not for anyone else. These shoes are an investment in myself. I'm not a little kid anymore. I gotta do what I gotta do and buy the right stuff.

Along with that mentality came other things.
***You know, resolutions are hardcore...I resolve to have better feet, therefore I grow up.***

I decided to go through my clothes today.

I retired a garbage bag full of clothes.
Those clothes you KNOW you're never going to wear again.
They don't fit me in the shoulders Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
They've got silly pictures on it Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
Those socks don't match Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
I haven't worn that shirt in 7 years, I don't care who gave it to me Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.

Yes..I need to argue with her about stuff that doesn't fit me anymore. It sucks. I'm not a size small or medium anymore. I'm 20 and I don't need a kid's shirt that has Snuffy on it.

Along with that, I have "Resolved" not to buy anymore stupid clothes.
I mean "Girly" clothes with stupid words on it.
If I buy a shirt, it better be a regular "grown-up" shirt. Solid or decorative. If it has a print on it, it'd better be good. No words. REMEMBER THAT STEPHERS! I don't care if it has words on it. And I don't care how funny of a shirt it is. No matter what the slogan. Mental reminder. Keep telling yourself that it doesn't matter.

Remind yourself to google it and save a jpg of it...if it really makes you that happy.

If it DOES have a print on it, it'd better be worth wearing.
My last print shirt that I got is this:



And yes, it is worth wearing.
But it probably will be the last "random" print shirt that I get. O.O I got it for Christmas. So shh.


AND ALONG WITH THAT RESOLUTION!! Comes another!!!
NO MORE SILLY SOCKS!
That's it, Stepher. No more silly socks. None for you.
I don't care if they're a dollar.
Spend a dollar and a quarter and get plain socks.
I don't want socks that have pumpkins on them worn all year round.
Or silly froggies.
Or those damned socks that can only fit on an 8 year old's foot with Mr. Owl from the tootsie pop commercial. You don't need them. They're bright yellow with red swirls and dots.
You don't OWN anything yellow!
Let alone, you wear some pretty plain, vanilla clothes. Your socks don't need to be extravagent.

Keep it simple from now on.
But not too simple, those are a waste of money too. They don't fit your feet either. You know, those white socks you got from when the guy at your dad's work sells socks. They're for Men's feet? Did you even know that before you bought a zillion pairs? They're white and the heel of the sock comes up to your mid-calf. Can we remember that low price sometimes means low quality?
Yup, I'll remember.
Promise.
They're in the donation bag now.
I bought new socks.
And I washed them.
And lost one.
HOW DO THEY DO THAT?! It's like..Those socks go on an adventure with my feet. They're good friends, ya know? Then when they get washed, someone's feelings get hurt and one sock kills the other and hides the evidence. Now that they all look the same, I can't find the culprit.
Oh silly life.

Well anyways.

To sum it all up,
I got new shoes.
My feet feel better.
I have good socks now.
I lost one.
I got rid of tons of clothes.
I won't buy any more silly shirts.


OH ONE LAST RESOLUTION!!
I need pants.
XD IS that really a resolution?
I suppose.
In a way.
Well...My resolution with that is DON'T GET YOUR NEW PANTS DIRTY!
All of your pants are not to be played in.
Don't get pastels, paints, oil, grease, marker, silica, crayon, pen or ANYTHING ELSE YUCKY ON THEM!
You can do that with your jeans.
That's what they're meant for.
I had 1 pair of cruddy jeans and 5 pairs of nice pants.
Now I have 2 pairs of nice pants and the rest are just a huge mess.
Repeat after me:
Pants are not napkins.
Pants are not a canvas.
Pants are not a place to test if your marker works.
Pants are not where you draw what your heart desires.
Pants are not places you stab things in.
Pants are only so thick - you will bleed if you stab yourself.
Blood is hard to remove.
Pants are not hankies, rags, dusters, or anything that may follow.
If I buy some new pairs, you need to promise me you won't get these yucky.
Ok, I promise.
There, done.



See? Resolutions done!
=D




They just make me really love life.
O.O
For reals.
I get the biggest happy face when I see this picture.
O.O!
Here you go!

And Happy Christmas Eve!!


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But For reals, Don't forget about the elderly!! Drop a few Christmas cards off at a Nursing Home or the Hospital! They're just like us and it sucks that many have families that are out of town, or just don't care. Some elderly people have outlived their families and they're unable to take care of themselves. It certainly would bring a smile to their face if they got a card.






I decided I hate hair more than ever..XD

But one down, one to go!! Can I finish before Christmas eve?!?!