<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:57:53.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voice Unheard.</title><subtitle type='html'>(La, la, LA,) SO...


</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-106006934660196326</id><published>2003-08-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T00:44:04.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sure, my blog entries are incredibly lame. yes, i must admit they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats new? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am not of fan of stupid schedules that give you wrong classes and make you choose between your favorite subjects. Not good. Not good at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the show, my mom is makign my costume (a little pink dress with black polka dots). Its fun watching her get excited when one part looks cute. She did let me participate on her sewing activities. It was hard. I always overlooked it, and said "oh, thats easy" but no its not. I recomend it, you know one day when your really bored or feeling crafty, pull out your moms old sweing machine and give it a press. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask, why did god not bless me with dancing flexiblity. WHY???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that pretty much completes this pointless entry. The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooday, i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-106006934660196326?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/106006934660196326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/106006934660196326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106006934660196326' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105981255061664761</id><published>2003-08-02T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T03:39:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SORRY! i apologize for more lack of writing. I sometimes am just too tired to drag myself over to the computer and rant about my little eye cathing experiences of the day. However, i do fell the urge to rant. About what you ask. Well, to be wuite honest... i don't know one thing i could actually complain about... so lets see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Im 17. yes a few day late but still i haven't failed to metion it. My beloved b-day was on the 28th and i had a marvelous day. Donuts, Fish Tacos, The Happy b0day song, Rehearsal, an unexpected gift on my car (that left me smiling for hours), a super duper dinner, presents, cake (mmm..cake), and the most amazing "makes me the happiest girl in the world" guy decided to to spend the evening with me. I couldn't of asked for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking fo being the happiest girl in the world. i think right now i could enter a contest for the happiest girl award. Honestly, im in a show (musical, none the less) which is something i yearn to do (its my craving), i have my health, wonderful friends, not to mention the best boyfriend in the world who makes me wake up and smile everyday. so yeah, who ever has that award now, better get a firm grab on that prize... cuase im a comin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah since i am the big 1-7, i saw my first rated "r" movie (hah, not the first but the first that i could actually be carded at and be like, "ha! here it is" and not be a total lie. Unfortunatly i wasen't carded but ya know its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: THE paragraph below will not make sense. just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody had their own morals, which make up you as a person. and all of them are different depending on the person, but i don't see why alot of people fell bad that mine are differnt than theirs. I say, Live it up, don't care what other people think. and people are going to like you becuase of you, not the choices you make. unless your going to try to kill someone else, thats no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, if Tinkerbell gave me a visit and gave me pixxi dust and asked me what my happy thought was, i know exactly what it would be. There are actually a few things but one seems to stand out in my mind. what is it? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now little blog. until next time.. which will hopefully be sooner rather than later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105981255061664761?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105981255061664761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105981255061664761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105981255061664761' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105850943630044638</id><published>2003-07-17T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T23:24:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA! its funny, people actually read my ramblings and yes, vague descriptions. Well, ROCK ON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was awesome. NOT! today was not my best of days especially becuase they lacked my two favorite things. but hey, they happen. Hmm.. consumed in boredom. Gee Golly. Rehersals are going fabulous, i must say. Im very excited for the final product. School is creeping up, yucky poo i say. My birthday is fastly approaching... 11 days and counting. Im a happy girl and thats always good, i smile alot. I Had brownies tonight, mmmm brownies (dribble,dribble). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonce i have nothing else to share i simply will tell you a pet peave of mine.. you know when your driving, and the passenger door is locked and then the passenger comes and tries to open the door but can't due to the locking then, knocks on the window like you don't know right as your unlocking the door anyway. Yah, so thats it. WEll im going to finish cleaning my closet. I honestly have found some weird past memories hidden behind my cluttered shelves. VEry intriguing. Until next time you blog reading folks. Much Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105850943630044638?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105850943630044638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105850943630044638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105850943630044638' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105825813914706429</id><published>2003-07-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T01:36:28.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha, today and for the past couple of days i have been having a conversation with my friend Mr. Falling. Yes, thats right. he is so cool. yet scary looking. so anywho this is how the conversation went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MR Falling jumps out unexpectivly)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Falling: Hey Stefanie, How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Stef: i was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Falling: oh sorry, its cuase im here huh?&lt;br /&gt;Stef: no, i like you here, im just in unfamilar territory, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Falling: thats what everyone says, but soon as im around long enough you can learn my whole name. &lt;br /&gt;Stef: oh, whats that? &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Falling: ha, i'll tell you sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;Stef: oh ok, i like you Mr. Falling , yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Falling: i do my best. &lt;br /&gt;Stef: hah, you are a likeable person. Im starting to get to know you a little better. So when do i get to learn your whole name?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Falling: sometimes you already know my name, but convince yourself you don't know it, but one of these days i'm just going to pop out at you, then you'll know. &lt;br /&gt;Stef: oh i see. well im going to go to sleep now Mr. Falling, i'll see you tommrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who actually read my blog, probably got very very confused, and thats ok cuase heck that was confusing, but without saying to much or the obvious i got stuff out. hah, okay im to cool for school right now with my out of the way explanations but hey!... i don't know why i just said hey so excuse my mistake and let me tell you a piece of advice, never have cold fish tacos before you go to bed (it doesn't taste good cold, and leaves a fish taste in your mouth when your sleeping). and with that i say farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105825813914706429?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105825813914706429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105825813914706429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105825813914706429' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105787590867452696</id><published>2003-07-10T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T15:25:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO-HOO! Im back home. Actually i have been back home for alomost a week now. Yippee. Its good to be home. Yes, yes it is. Anyhow, Vegas rocked. It was exciting. Rode the rides, saw some nifty shows, Flew. Yes we flew. Which was probably the highlight of the trip. So all of us 5 got to take a basic skydiving class, then suited up in goofy baggy outfits with googles and earplugs that fell out. Then into a padded tunnel room we went, They turned on this enormous fan (and if you know me, i am not a fan of propellars, so it was a tiny bit frightening). WE layed down on this caged fan and up we went. It was funny cuase you get really bad drymouth except i drouled all over myself. Yes, im really cool. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? hmm, lets see. My birthday is in 18 days, yes thats right. Mark your calenders! Stef will be 17. Exciting? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of The Caribbean was very good, i might say. Full of action, heros, and of course pirates. Yo,oh,yo,oh a pirates life for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105787590867452696?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105787590867452696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105787590867452696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105787590867452696' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105720922056011911</id><published>2003-07-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:24:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COOL BEANS! ( i have realized that is the coolest phrase with no real meaning... i love random phrases!) California Rocks. I must admit. However i assume everyone knows that. My half week was exciting in the fact that i attended the beach pretty much everyday... got to impress my dad on my not so good surfing skills. I tryed what can i say. I lounged on the beach thinking. :o) and smiling. I won't go into it. For you won't get me to stop if i start. Smile. okay sorry. i'll stop. Anyhow we went to six flags one day. And i must say after two hours of waiting, X was the most extreme ride i have ever been on. My sister and i, fully enjoyed screaming while being inverted in the air. Sister bonding. Although that was not the craziest thing i did all week. My dad, my sis, and i chose to partake in a bungee activity. Yes, we went bungee jumping. I must say i was scared out of my mind and wanted to pee in my pants i held it in and was raised 200 feet into the air. I then looked down and started woo haw'n and realized this would be a awesome experience. My dad however stayed quiet. My siister had to pull the chord and well she did. I have never felt such a rush in my life. I even cursed. imagine that. Ha as i was holding in my breath and saying a not so polite word, i realized something. Something i thought i wouldn't think. I won't go into detail it was something really cool. :o). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it, now on to VEGAS! i would like to say i am quite a traveler. Although i will be gald to be home for good for a couple of good happy reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the realization that my dad's laugh is pretty dang cool. Its very loud and obnoxious. I giggle everytime i hear it and at the fact the my mom can't stand it. They a goofy quirky couple. Oh my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am off to my exciting endevours in VEGAS with my family, my bestest buddy, and my grandparents. FUn times are ahead ! be back soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105720922056011911?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105720922056011911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105720922056011911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105720922056011911' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105652753788393100</id><published>2003-06-25T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T00:57:40.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized trying to be a good writer is not so importnat to me anymore. You know how people are like "oh she is a good writer" and stuff like that, i first wanted my blog to be something interesting and abstract but pooie! I am just going to write what i feel. The mind of stef or well the mind of some of stef. Trust me you don't want to get too deep in my thoughts, one you would be confused and nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway today, i woke up entirely too late at 1:50 and realized i had dance class at 2:00. Yes, i take dance on account that i am not horribly graceful. Anyhow, i rushed out of my house and got chelsae and on i went to stretch and watch 8 yr olds do the same stuff i do. Oh dear. However i sometimes like to think me and chelsea are better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i returned home, and took my lazy time, debating on taking a shower. I finally did and was very happy, nothing helps more then a nice warm shower. ah. Then my sister made an eyebrow waxing appt. that i did not want to go to. So then all of a sudden my dad yells at me on how i don't do enough and need to take holly, blah, blah, blah. I did, without any further arguing. I figure i should not dig myself ina grouding hole and not be able to see a few happy faces in the next few days. I learned over the years, that to stop yourself from trying to speak your way all the time is a good idea in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home and did the normal thing with sitting around, thinking on what to do about tonight. Tonight was a mini girls night. A few of the girls and I went and saw Alex and Emma (which was cute but kind of slow), then went to Bjs, and ate. ha, we ordered a pizzokkie, and then raced through it and had to oredr another one where we then scarfed it down way to fast. It was an effective night if you asked me. Chick Flicks and cookies. What more can you ask for on a girls night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have been so happy with the way life has been going i haven't had a day where i feel like crying or any other sappy girly thing like that. But today for some reason i was just vulnerable i guess you could say. My mom got sad today for no apparent reason which sometimes happens. She realizes she isen't a kid anymore and she can't go out, she is stuck at home. something like that. It makes me feel bad inside. Like im connected to her. Which is weird becuase i definently have no reason to be sad. Things seem to be going great! In every department. Deary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aslo realized my new word seems to be "dear". I don't really know how it got there but you know, it cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black cat always seemed to come into our house. But i soon found out it was my friends cat. A couple of days ago, my neighbor found a mutilated cat in our yard. It was black, and didn't have a collar. It was my friends cat. I found myself in a dilemma, should i call my friend and tell her cat is dead, or just let things unfold on its own. Then today i found out that my friends brother was posting posters on nearby streetlamps about a lost cat. My dad at the time was outside and told the bad news to him. My mom also asked if my friend was feeling better becuase i had talked to her and she had been having joint pains. He told her she was diagnosed with pnenomia. She called me and told. I guess she will be fine but needs rest. I am going to visit her. I feel bad she has been my friends since i was 5. And we had been best friends up till last year. We have kind of grown apart. I mean were still friends but not as close. I miss her. but im gald she will be getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, im surprised i rambled this much. Im aslo impressed if your reading this that you made it to the end. yay! Thanks for listening or reading. Ya know whatever floats your boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105652753788393100?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105652753788393100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105652753788393100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105652753788393100' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105616143338590747</id><published>2003-06-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T19:13:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that make me Happy! yay Happiness. :O)&lt;br /&gt;- Friends!&lt;br /&gt;-Girls Nights&lt;br /&gt;-Boys, One in particular.&lt;br /&gt;-Warm Cookies&lt;br /&gt;-A clean room&lt;br /&gt;-spiderman&lt;br /&gt;-the partiot&lt;br /&gt;-Musicals&lt;br /&gt;-Hunter and Sutton Foster&lt;br /&gt;-High singing boys.&lt;br /&gt;-Music&lt;br /&gt;-Musicians&lt;br /&gt;-Cute Text messages&lt;br /&gt;-Dogs (Chiuahuas,Pugs, and Bulldogs)&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping in...zzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;-New York&lt;br /&gt;-The sun&lt;br /&gt;-Glasses&lt;br /&gt;-Smiles&lt;br /&gt;-An audience&lt;br /&gt;-Applause&lt;br /&gt;-Singing&lt;br /&gt;-Cell Phones&lt;br /&gt;-Pools&lt;br /&gt;-The Beach&lt;br /&gt;-Tape (tape fixes everything)&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs&lt;br /&gt;-Kisses &lt;br /&gt;-Teddybears&lt;br /&gt;-Inside Jokes&lt;br /&gt;-Car Rides&lt;br /&gt;-Rollar Coasters&lt;br /&gt;-Journals/Dairies/Blogs &lt;br /&gt;-Summer&lt;br /&gt;-Memories&lt;br /&gt;-Birthdays&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas&lt;br /&gt;-Cutsy gazes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go on forever... Thing is i probably forgot alot of things. yes, this was a pointless entry but  you know what, cool beans. I just felt like saying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105616143338590747?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105616143338590747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105616143338590747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105616143338590747' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-10558920363850481</id><published>2003-06-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T16:32:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYC,&lt;br /&gt;Just Got here this morning,&lt;br /&gt;Three Bucks,&lt;br /&gt;Two Bags, &lt;br /&gt;One me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it would  actually really suck to only have three bucks in new york... cuase it is very expensive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i didn't get there this morning but i was there about a week ago. Some people have been asking me of what it was like and how i liked it. Well, I loved it. I realized thats where i want to live, not now of course but one day. It was weird looking at the world that maybe one day i could be a part of. Hah, thats inspirational stefanie for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i saw four broadway shows, Lion King, which was good, Rent, who i got to meet the cast!, Cabaret, in which we had 1st row, and &lt;a href="http://www.modernmillie.com"&gt;Thoroughly Modern Millie&lt;/a&gt;, which was by far the best musical i have ever seen. Sutton Foster, who plays the lead Millie Dilmount is incredible. Not to mention has played every part i have dreamed to play on Broadway. I wanted to meet her after the show at the stage door, however i followed someone who didn't know quite wher he was going. Why did i follow him, you ask? I have no idea, lapse of judgement i guess. Anyhow, I also got to run into a few celebrities. Hah, its cool becuase in new York evryone has this chill type attitude, so when you do see a celebrity, you play it cool, until after they leave then you can jump and shout or whatever you fancy. Oh, but in Cabaret, behind us sat Gloria Estefan, beind her was the lead women from "Provedence", next to her was Amy, from "Judging Amy", and next to her was Miss Universe. Yah, talk about a get together. It was kind of cool sitting so close to the stage, except when the Emcee, zipped down his pants, and well, all the girls blushed. Then, earlier that day we had lunch at a place called the Daily Soup, and i was waiting in line, and there was a women on her phone not moving, so me being impatient I stepped in front of her, then i recongnized her voice, i turned around and saw the women who was the sister in "Bruce Almighty", and the nanny in "Parent Trap". I immediatly apologized. Opps. Hah, and our Tour leader was the bartender from "Unfaithful", and in Central Park, "Elimidate" was taping there, and me and a few other aspiring stars, snuck into the backround. So keep a look out for us, we will be the ones in retarded outfits. So i had quite a good ol' time in the "Big Apple". But i am glad to be home for a couple of reasons.:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, Stef is one happy girl. Just thought i should let everyone know. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-10558920363850481?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/10558920363850481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/10558920363850481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10558920363850481' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105562240347484578</id><published>2003-06-14T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T12:35:18.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday, and yes still bored. Oh got to love summer, filled with sundays that you wake up to your parents watching tennis and they won't turn it off becuase they find it completly interesting, even though you want to watch a movie on tv that won't be on for a long time! Grr.. darn you tennis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk//comments.php?user=AVoiceUnheard&amp;commentid=&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt; "&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5475421-105562240347484578?l=sabonstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105562240347484578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5475421/posts/default/105562240347484578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabonstage.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105562240347484578' title=''/><author><name>Stefanie </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05061026202186486964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475421.post-105548984760403547</id><published>2003-06-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T13:02:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo-Hoo First Blog EVER! PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm it is about 12:00 and yes, i am at home. I had rehearsal today for Charlie Brown, a show i am in for my high school's  upcoming season. I play Sally brown. Its sad becuase this is my last musical at Mt Pointe. This is it. i know there are othere plays during the year but musicals are my passion (however i am starting to like straight plays alot more.) plus a musical was the start of my legend at MPTC. I realized every theatre company member leaves a legend behind. ya know, how everyone is known by which part they played. so if the school ever does that show again they always talk about the past person who played it ect. I love theatre, without it i would be one of those B crowd girls trying to get drunk so i could be friends with the A crowd. Retarded, yup it is. and im so glad i have no need to impress anyone or well mostly everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ding" , new subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also bored, becuase one its summer, two just got back from vacation and thats always a downer, but three i am missing someone terribly. I keep counting down the days until he gets back. Which is weird, becuase usually i would be like ok 4 days, so what. but this time i am sitting here waiting and thinking about monday. he makes me smile. alot. the whole time in New York, i wanted to call him instantly and talk to him but due to limited phone battery i wasen't allowed. My poor roomates had to put up with my instantanious smiling and sudden burst of excitement. i bet it was a little odd. but it was weird how things happened in the first place. Spontanious, but fun and flirty. hes always made me smile but suddenly i was the one making him smile. I never would of guessed but my mother would have (shes somewhat psyhic, but thats another story). Oh well so until monday or sometime i must wait and feel this anxious feeling of what will happen when i see him, or if my face will break becuase i am smiling to hard (i really don't know if your face could actually break but whatever). 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