Wednesday, June 27, 2007

So... I'm Too Lazy To Think of a Title... Shoot Me.

So a lot of stuffage has gone down in the life of Stefanie in the past week or so.

First things first: Borders, Inc. "let me go." HAH! Now, my manager specified to me that this is only temporary, being that they were asked to cut 100 hours from their schedule time. She also said that the 100 hours that the were asked to cut are probably going to be reinstated in around 6 weeks. Well... I'll be in school. Sorry, buckos! The thing is, I was pretty much on the verge of quitting anyway (Jon, you can kiss my ass!!), but that's another story entirely that requires much more time than I have accessible to me right at this point in time. So now I'm free on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays... which is actually kind of cool. Granted, I'm not making near as much money as I should, but I'm sure that will be remedied soon. I have a couple of ideas that I'm muddling over. We shall see, methinks.

Second things second: Orientation for Belmont (aka Towering Traditions) is tomorrow and the day after. Whoopdeedoo. The thing is... Yes, it's a good thing to do... But, you see, I've been hanging around Belmont since I got into Vision my Sophomore year of high school (That would be 5 years ago, folks.), and I know my way around. I know the buildings; I know the residence halls; I know Belmont. Blahhhh... And plus, all of my classmates are 18 years old. I turn 21 this November. Oi. I feel like this isn't going to be all that great, because I'm older, you know? They're going to be all excited being away from the 'rents, and I'm thinking it's going to be AMDA all over again. And just to let you know, AMDA wasn't all that great of an experience (Pearson, you can kiss my ass, too!!). Being constantly surrounded by 18 year olds gone crazy is not my idea of a good time. Sure, it's really fun to laugh at them from a completely unattached point of view, but when you're the designated driver all the time... It gets really old really fast. So there we have it. Orientation tomorrow and the next day. Blahdeeblah. I can only hope that I'm wrong. But I'm pretty sure I'm not, unfortunately. But hey! Maybe I'll meet some fellow classical voice students!! We are few and far between, but we are hardy folk! teehee (I don't know why, but I'm in the mood to watch Lord of the Rings, now.)

Thirdly: It looks like, come this August 14th, I'll be making my way down to Atlanta, GA to take part once again in the American Idol tryouts. haha I know. Ridiculous, right? But here's the thing: I had such a great time last season that... why not, you know? It was fun! It was kind of like a vacation away from life for a little bit just so I could indulge in a guilty pleasure of mine. Sure I didn't get past the first level, but it was just such a good time. Good company, mostly. Right now, I'm looking for people who would like to go with me. :) So... If you want to join, give me a holler at! :) I swear, it's really fun. And I know now how best to be prepared for mass crowds, why it's not a good idea to be the first in line, and so on and so forth. I'm bursting with information! haha Plus, a couple of days in Atlanta can't be all that bad. For those of you that are "haters," can it. Boo on you. Don't hate on a girl for wanting to do something fun every once in a while. haha I can't believe I just used the phrase "don't hate." Shoot me, now, please.

Fourthly: I need to go see 1 of 2 doctors (possibly both!). 1-- Ear, Nose, & Throat or 2-- Allergist. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. I think that, when I moved away to NY for 2 years, I lost all of the walls I had set up against normal TN allergies (Trust me, guys... We have every single allergy in abundance here.), and now I'm paying for it. I come home, and all of the sudden I wake up every morning with a dry/sore throat and mucus out the wazoo. I sneeze frequently throughout the day, my eyes are watery... The list goes on. So yes. Stefanie needs to go say hello to her local ENT or Allergist. I'm not going to the Vanderbilt vocal clinic, because in order to get a routine check-up it's along the lines of $1500. No, thank you. I'll go see you if I have a node or something serious.

Um... That's all I can think of for now. This blog may be amended. Maybe not, though. It all depends on my mood.


Sunday, June 17, 2007


So there I was, sitting peacefully on the couch in my parent's bonus room. All of the sudden I realize, "Hmm... I'm hungry." So I get up and make my way toward the pantry. Well, I was really stupid and left my purse sitting on the ground right by the couch, and I was also really stupid and wasn't looking where I was going... Next thing I know I'm teetering forward toward a door frame. I instinctually throw my hands in front of me, and-- now, I'm not sure how this happened-- the back of my right hand hits the door frame, catching my fall. I didn't think that it hurt too badly at first, but after a minute... FLAMES. Now I'm just trying to keep my mind off of the dull ache that's throbbing through my fingers. It also doesn't help that every time I move the fingers on my right hand, I feel bones cracking. I have a bad feeling about this... Shit.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I Think I Made The Right Choice

It's too early to tell, but I think I made the correct choice in taking the job at The Farm. I really like it, and it's a weekend job (which I can keep during the school year... SCORE), and it's stress free. And it's working with puppies and kitties!!! I'm totally down with that. For me it's pretty much ideal, because when school starts I'll need the week nights to study and whatnot. You know, all of those school-related things. :) But yeah... Taking The Farm job was a good idea. At least, it looks like it was. I'm not going to count my eggs until they've hatched. Crossing fingers!

The only problem thus far is gas. I mean, I'll be fine with that... It looks like the gas prices are going down. At the gas station by my apartment, it's only $2.98. That's not too bad (It's so sad that I think $2.98 isn't that bad... I remember the $.99 days. Those were nice.) It is going to take a pretty big chunk out of my paycheck, though, but that's ok. I love what I'm doing, and it really isn't THAT far. Today I made it there in under 35 minutes. Not bad at all. That's probably how long it would take for me to drive to Cool Springs on a busy day. I mean, that area gets so congested during those lovely little rush hour times. Ick. Cool Springs can suck it, if you ask me. :)
But yeah, I'm pretty much at peace with this arrangement. I'll flush out my hours on Tuesday and Thursday at Borders, and that will have me working 6 days a week. On Saturdays I've made the decision to spend the night at my parents' house, because the Sunday hours are just 10:45- 1:30... So it just helps to save as much money on gas as possible.So yeah, I'll go to the 'rents' house after work on Saturday, sleep there, and drive back to The Farm on Sunday and then just go home. Plus, that means I get to play with my puppies Saturday night. :) Sounds good to me. Awesome. That also means that I can come home Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday to let the dogs out during the day (and get paid by my parents to do so!!!). Well, this is just turning out to be PEACHY. Awesome. I love how things pan out like they were just meant to be. Thank you, God. It seems that when you're doing what God wants you to do the world just sings. It's such a nice feeling to be at peace. I love it. If only all of life could be like this.

I've decided that before I die I want to own 1 of each of these dogs:

Leonberger-- The Leonberger is a large breed of dog. The breeds name derives from the city of Leonberg in south-west Germany. Due to this breed's large size, its love of muddy water, and the amount of attention and exercise it needs, the Leonberger is not commonly seen in large cities or towns.According to his original purpose, the Leonberger is a large, strong, muscular yet elegant dog. He is distinguished by his balanced build and confident calmness, yet with quite lively temperament. Males, in particular, are powerful and strong. Unlike most large breeds, they have a dry mouth and don't drool.

Great Dane-- The Great Dane is a breed of dog known for its large size and gentle personality. The breed is commonly referred to as the "Gentle Giant".

This blog is a bit short, but I don't really feel like blogging anymore. So au revoir, dear readers (few though you are!)


Saturday, June 09, 2007

All By My Onesies

So I am really proud of myself today. :) I put up a shelving unit on my wall ALL BY MY ONESIES! :) It looks kind of like the picture on the right, except that the two panels behind the shelves are metal... and the wood is a dark brown... mahogany, maybe... Anyways, though, I put them up all by myself, and I'm very excited. I'm a handy-woman!!! I mean, it involved using a drill and everything, and I did it! Go Stef, right?

Now all I have to do s commandeer the planks of wood that Mam-maw (my grandmother) has in her back yard from when they took her old deck down and made a new one. I'm going to have this pretty massive, 4-tier, backless bookshelf (that is easy to take apart and cart around where needed) along the wall opposite my bed (and new shelves!!! teehee). It's pretty much going to be the shit.


Holy crap, listen to me. I'm getting excited over BOOKSHELVES! haha You know you're a geek when... :) Oh well. Hey, at least I'm doing something to keep me occupied while I'm in the apartment instead of spending all of my time on the computer/TV. Good for me! What I'm mainly excited about, though, is that I'm going to have a place to put my mass quantity of books. Trust me, I have a plethora of books. I could rent out books like a library, and everyone that came to me would be satisfied with my collection... except maybe goth people. I don't really have any books that would interest them, I think. I have fictional books, religious books, how-to books... I have it all! And it keeps on growing! hahaha What I love about that is that by the time I'm old and decrepit I want to have an entire room-- one that seriously has no wall space because of all of the shelves-- filled with books. It would be the ultimate of all home libraries. Heck, maybe I could even have a couple of rooms... OK, that's enough of my geekiness. :)

I chose the job at The Farm. I know, I know... The CompUSA job would have been much more lucrative, but honestly, I don't think that will be a problem. It's going to be a weekend job, so that's actually pretty ideal for during the school year. I can go to school and work odd hours during the week at Borders, and during the weekend I can work at The Farm. I like that. :)

I guess I should explain why I chose The Farm. You see, I went there to see how things would work out on Friday (yesterday), and I absolutely LOVED it. I enjoyed the day so much, and I was in such a good mood for the rest of the day. Everyone there is really nice, it's a really relaxed environment, and it's just fun to be around animals all day. I helped to check in these gorgeous Great Danes, and it was pretty much right then and there that I decided, "OK. Yeah. This is what I want to do." I also really love that it's low stress. That's one thing that I hate about Borders. Everything is so... stressful. I feel if I don't get something done lickety-split that I'll get yelled at for not working quickly enough, or if I stop to have a 5-second (literally) chat with a co-worker that I'll get yelled at for not working. That is just not conducive for a good working environment. I mean, all of the employees are stressed out and paranoid, and the managers are stressed out because all of the employees are angry at them which in turn makes them think that they have to buckle down harder. It's this vicious cycle that is just... horrific. I think I'm going to start looking for other jobs for the week, because I think that even a mere 4 days (Monday through Thursday) will be too much to work at Borders. Alrighty. Maybe instead of that I should try and see how working 4 days at Borders goes... and then I'll make my decision. Whew. I'm Mrs. Thinker McThinkerson today... and that was probably one of the geekier things I've said today. Wow. I'm such a goob. But hey, at least I'm happy!

Here's my question for the day: Why on earth does blogspot allow people to write in Hindi? That doesn't make sense to me. Is Indian such a large part of their demographic that they feel they need to have that in the system? That seems, to me, to be very unlikely. But whatever.



Thursday, June 07, 2007

Absolutely Ridiculous

Ridiculous. Absolutely freaking ridiculous. A "medical condition" gets Paris Hilton out of jail (and a small skin rash, at that!)?? WHAT. THE. FUCK. The fact that Paris Hilton spends a mere 5 days in jail and is allowed to leave due to a "medical condition" is absurd! She gets to go home and live in the lap of luxury for the next 40 days whlie wearing an ankle bracelet which she'll probably turn into a new fashion trend... Which people who cannot think for themselves will eat up like candy of course. I mean, come on! She so got a favor. A big, fat favor. I wonder how many officials she had to screw to get that worked out for her. It's not beyond her, anyway, to do anything to get what she wants. I'm completely with the Upright Citizen's Brigade. "Paris Hilton, Go Away." She is one of the many things that has made the USA a complete laughing stock. Some of you might say that Bush is worse, but I'm personally a fan of him (WHAT??? SOMEONE ACTUALLY LIKES BUSH?!?! HANG HER!!!) so we'll leave that at that. Paris Hilton is the tangible embodiment of everything that is wrong with the world: vanity, greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, envy, and pride. It may just be the tabloids, but I can't think of a single GOOD thing about her. Does she give money to charity (and it doesn't count if she does it just to lower her taxes)? Does she spend time bettering the community in which she lives? Does she do anything besides buy mass quantities of ex-lax, cocaine (or other various illegal drugs), clothing, and makeup? Does she? As far as I know, no. She does nothing for anybody but herself, and it infuriates me. She has such a blessed life, and she squanders it on inconsequential things. Use it for good, you idiotic girl! Do something that is intelligent! Do something proactive! Sadly, though, I'm afraid it's not going to happen. She's too caught up in her selfish little life to even think about helping anyone else.
OK, enough of that rant. Man, I just read that in the news and I got so steamed that I had to get my thoughts out there regardless of how jumbled they happened to come out. Whew. I feel much better, now.
You know what? I think this is going to be my post of the day. :) Short, yes... but that's all I really feel like writing. Oh, the glory of blogging. How flexible it is.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The Ability of Overthink-osity Is Both a Gift & a Curse

Yes, my friends. It has come to that time again where Stefanie has no clue what to do with her life. I have 2 job openings that have been offered to me. They are as follows:
One is at The Farm at Natchez Trace, a luxury boarding facility for animals. It pays $9/hr and I get to work with dogs all day (mostly big ones). That's all well and fine, but the fact is it's a good 30-40 minutes away from my apartment (and that's on a good day). I'd love working there, but I'd be spending SO much money on gas. And then when school starts I'll be doing part-time hours, so then gas will add up even more because I'll be driving between Belmont, the apartment, the house, and work. With how much gas is costing nowadays it just doesn't seem like I'd be making any money at all. Boo. But I WOULD love what I'd be doing.
The second is a job at CompUSA as a Business Representative. It pays $10/hr plus bonuses for extra sales that I do. It is closer to the apartment (I'd get there in about 30 minutes on a good day), being that it's in Cool Springs, but... it's Corporate. I hate corporate businesses. I've learned through Borders that corporate management and all of that is not a good environment for Stefanie. I mean, I CAN work there, but... it's just not for me, you know? The fact that it's in Cool Springs is both a pro and a con. It's closer to school, but it's Cool Springs. I hate Cool Springs. BLARG (For the RvB fans that got that reference, thank you. You are wonderful.)!
So here's the laydown:
The Farm--
PROS _______________________ CONS
Work with animals all day long -------- Really far away
$9/hr --------------------------------- REALLY far away
PROS _______________________CONS
$10/hr +bonuses --------------------- Corporate business
would make many moolahs ----------- Cool Springs
Those are the basics. I don't know which I should do. You know... actually, I think I do know what I should do... I just don't want to do it. I've had it up to here (I'm gesturing with my hand up to my forehead, just to let you know... That's what I mean by "here.") with corporate businessses. Sure, I could sell someone a big fat pile of dog feces if I had to (That's what acting is all about when it comes down to it, isn't it?), but... Corporate businesses are all about passive agressiveness, and that doesn't fly with me. If I do something wrong, please tell me, and I will do my best to fix it. If you don't tell me, then there's absolutely no way for me to know that I did something incorrectly. You know? It's this horrible cycle of passive agressive turd-like behavior, and I just wish people would be straight forward. I guess, as far as the CompUSA job goes, I'm also a little scared because it's not a normal kid job. It's a JOB. I mean, I'd have to be an adult, because I'd kind of be higher on the corperate ladder than the retail people. What if I don't have what it takes to do the job that they want me to do? I guess that's part of it, too. Man, I guess I've made my decision. I do need to save money, and $10/hr + bonuses sounds really good. Not that $9 doesn't... but about 1/2 of my salary is going to go into gas. That's not good. At all. Well, crap. Well, I have a trial day at The Farm on Friday, and we'll see how that goes. I'll call CompUSA tomorrow to tell them that I can start working on Monday if they need me. CRAP. Damn you, corporate! DAMN YOU!
For those of you that pray, pray for me... And for those of you that don't... put your non-religiousness aside and pray for me anyway. I need it.
In other news:
I'm reading a new book, called The Crimson Petal & the White by Michael Faber. Although it's billed as the first great 19th-century novel of the 21st century, The Crimson Petal and the White is anything but Victorian. The story of a well-read London prostitute named Sugar, who spends her free hours composing a violent, pornographic screed against men, Michel Faber's dazzling second novel dares to go where George Eliot's The Mill on the Floss and the works of Charles Dickens could not. We learn about the positions and orifices that Sugar and her clients favor, about her lingering skin condition (icthyosis), and about the suspect ingredients of her prophylactic douches. Still, Sugar believes she can make a better life for herself. When she is taken up by a wealthy man, the perfumer William Rackham, her wings are clipped, and she must balance financial security against the obvious servitude of her position. The physical risks and hardships of Sugar's life (and the even harder "honest" life she would have led as a factory worker) contrast--yet not entirely--with the medical mistreatment of her benefactor's wife, Agnes, and beautifully underscore Faber's emphasis on class and sexual politics. In theme and treatment, this is a novel that Virginia Woolf might have written, had she been born 70 years later. The language, however, is Faber's own--brisk and elastic--and the plethora of detail he offers (costume, food, manners, cheap stage performances, the London streets) slides effortlessly into his forward-moving sentences. When Agnes goes mad, for instance, "she sings on and on, while the house is discreetly dusted all around her and, in the concealed and subterranean kitchen, a naked duck, limp and faintly steaming, spreads its pimpled legs on a draining board." So far it's been a quick read, despite it's 800+ pages. :) Leave it to me to read novels that are thicker than one's hand, right? Anyways, normally, this isn't the kind of book that I read, but it's first 2 sentences grabbed me.
"Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them."
I read that and thought to myself, "Well, ok, then, Mr. Faber. Why might I need my wits?" So I read on. 48 pages later, I realized that I had not even stopped to think about whether I liked the book or not. The subject material is debateable, but it's so well written. Kind of like Perfume: the Story of a Murderer. That was an iffy subject, and it was really perverse, but Suskind's (the author) writing style is positively brilliant. Plus, I'm trying to read more. I've spent so much time sitting down and watching TV that I feel my brain has suffered quite a bit as well as my own writing style. I tried to sit down and write the other day, and all I could come up with were stupid 5-word sentences that may as well have been about Jack and Jill falling down a fucking hill. So it hit me: I haven't been reading practically anything. So I'm reading more. Every night before I go to bed I read a chapter. :) I started to read The Count of Monte Cristo for the 6-- or was it 7th-- time (You all know my fascination with that particular work of literature from my last blog.), but I decided that I needed to read something new, something fresh that had a different style than I was used to. So here I am reading a story about a prostitute who has icthyosis. Why is it that I just so happen to pick up books that are, to say the least, shockingly perverse? It's strange. The last 2 books I've read (Perfume and The Crimson Petal & the White) have both been very sexual in nature, but they've been so well-written that the reader doesn't realize they're reading something really vile. IF YOU PLAN ON READING PERFUME SKIP TO THE NEXT PARAGRAPH! SPOILER!! For example, in the last few pages of Perfume, the main character decides that he doesn't want to live anymore in his current state, so he kills himself. Now, it's not that that's bad. No, that doesn't even hold a candle to how he does it. You see, he has crafted this perfume that sends even the strongest of individuals into the throws of passion, into this euphoria in which they experience the most moving orgasm they've ever experienced. We see it in its full effect when he is about to be hanged (He killed 26 girls and captured their scents in those crazy little perfumer ways in order to create this perfume...). He puts a mere drop of it on his wrist, and all of the sudden the crowd erupts into this orgy. Everyone is having animalistic sex, because this perfume is just so brilliant and effective. They also believe that no man such as he could do such a thing as kill 26 innocent girls. As a result, he is set free. It's then that he decides that he doesn't want to live any longer. So he pours the entire contents of the vial holding the volitile perfume onto his person and walks out into the streets of Paris during a spooky, moonlit night. He is then attacked by all of the lowlives of the city, ripped to shreds and eaten by prostitutes and homeless people who, after eating him of course, have sex with one another in fits of passion. As I said, it's extremely perverse and vile, but Suskind writes it so beautifully that you don't realize how horrible it really is. I'm assuming that's how The Crimson Petal & the White will be the same way. At least, that's how it is so far. I think that, after these two books, I'm definitely going to be in need of some good ol' Jane Austen. You can't go wrong with Jane Austen. Ever. Kind of like how there's always money in the banana stand (Thank you, Arrested Development.).
I think next up on my reading list is a nice, safe dose of Jane Austen by way of Emma. Oh, what a lovely book. :)
Anyways, that's all that's on my mind right now... I think... Well, actually, scratch that. I have one more thing to say.
So I went out with one of my friends named Alison recently, and she told me that her brother wants and has always wanted to go on a date with me. Now, I've known this family since the 5th grade. They're like extended family for me. I went on vacation with them! I just don't know what I think about that. He's a nice guy, but... he's kind of like a brother to me... kind of. I'll have to do some deep thinking about this one. Plus, if something were to go awry, there could be some serious repercussions in dealing with friendships and whatnot. I can only hope that it doesn't come to that.
It looks like I have a lot of thinking to do. Oi vey.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Aeon Flux, Alexandre Dumas, and Comfort Friends

As the title suggests, I'm watching Aeon Flux right now, and so far... me = not impressed. Yeah. Whatever. It's just a movie that showcases Charlize Theron doing cool stuff with her body (and her eyelashes, of course). In theory, the storyline is actually pretty good, but it's not done well. The special effects are cool, and the fight scenes are pretty wicked, and if you like movies that consist of merely those 2 things, then this movie is perfect for you. Unfortunately, that's not all I like in a movie. I like a lot of plot. I like character development. I like great writing. So few movies really meet my requirements nowadays that it's just disheartening. Honestly, why can't people stop worrying about how cool a movie looks and actually focus on the brilliance of the writing and characters? That's what Hollywood is missing right now: something that captures the audiences' attention and holds it for a full 1 and 1/2- 2 hours. Ever wonder why so many movies are coming out that are either remakes or based off of books, novellas, and short stories?? It's because Hollywood has run out of ideas. They don't have any clue what originality means anymore, and there is evidence showing in ll of the new movies that come out. The sad part is that people are eating these movies up like freshly made doughnuts from Krispy Kream. It's ridiculous. Yes, it is cool to see classics like Lord of the Rings brought to life on the giant screen, but it gets to a point where they alter so much of the original story that there's just no reason to even claim that the basic story is even based off of the book. Now, I'm not referring to Lord of the Rings, although there were some relatively drastic changes, but there are movies out there that don't even come close to resembling their inspiration. I think that, in such cases, they shouldn't even credit the book (or whatever it's been based off of). They might give a little heads up, saying, "Well, this movie started out being based on this particular work, but we decided to change it up a little, you know, because we thought it would be better this way." Stupid, stupid Hollywood. The reason they're classics is because every tiny bit of them is brilliance.

For example, The Count of Monte Cristo. This is by far my favorite book, and I was very disappointed with the movie. Don't get me wrong; it was a very well-done movie, and had it not been tied to Dumas' original work of art, I would have loved it. Heck, I do love it. I bought the movie. But what I had to do was completely ostracize it from the book, otherwise I would have just been infuriated with all of the perversions they added to the movie. Once I got past that, I was totally fine. I even ended up, as I said, loving the movie. In a last hurrah on this subject, though, I maintain that the book is so much better. It doesn't even compare. Sheer genius. This man ^^^ is one of the things that inspired me to write as much as I do. Granted, I'm nowhere near (nor ever will be, probably) as much of a master of language as he was, but... I can dream, can't I?

On another note, you know what I love? I love that I can chill with an old friend and not even come close to caring how crappy I look at the moment. I spent some time with a friend of mine that I've known pretty much since first grade, and I looked like utter crap. My hair was piled on top of my head; I was wearing a baseball t-shirt, flip-flops, and a pair of black pants that are WAY too big for me; and I didn't even have makeup on (I had a little, but nothing that actually looked like I was wearing makeup... I hadn't reapplied any or anything since early morning). Yet there I was just chilling out with this old friend not even caring that I looked like I fell off the nasty tree and hit every branch on the way down. I had even been working on moving heavy stuff (aka a big-ass washer and dryer) into my apartment. We originally planned on going and seeing "Knocked Up" in the theater, but when we walked into the theater, there were absolutely no seats for us. None. Bogus, says I. Anyways, we got a refund and then went to the Green Hills Mall and ate the concessions that I had bought before trying to find the nonexistent seats. After that, we went to his house, where I actually took a look at myself in the mirror. Ewwwww. Grossety-gross-gross. The great part was, though, that I didn't care. I looked at me, and then I thought, "Oh, well." I love that I have people that I feel that comfortable around. It's great.

The apartment is... getting better. It looks like a pig sty, because Jennifer still hasn't found a place for all of her stuff, but... that will be fixed soon. Dad is going to help me put up some shelves in my bedroom, and that should take care of my vast book collection. :) And after that I'll begin decorating and making things all pretty. Right now I'm just concerned with finding a place for all of my shit. And I can call it shit because it's mine. teehee

ANYWAYSSS... I'm off. It's time to stop staring at the computer screen.


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