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Exercise # 189 - Up & Down

Describe the ceiling and describe the floor in:   - the room where you are right now - the last library you were in - your childhood bedroom - your last elementary school classroom - a magnificent palace - a wigwam - a very peculiar wigwam constructed by a New York City-based artist Oh, gosh, folks... A couple of these require me to rely on my memory. This is not a good thing. BUT! The great thing about writing is that, if you can't remember, you can just make crap up. Success!! 1,2,3, GO!

Exercise #188 - "Ten Years Younger Than Yourself"

What do you think people born ten years after yourself are not generally aware of, but should be? Be specific. I feel that, as a 24(soon-to-be-25)-year old, I don't really have a leg to stand on when it comes to preaching to people younger than me. I am the first to admit that I am immature and fickle when it comes to grown-up viewpoints and activities, so this is out of my element.  Forgive the triteness that is to follow. I'm doing my best... 1,2,3, GO!

Beyonce Just Isn't My Thing

I know. I should be shot, right? Because apparently everyone loves her. Honestly, I don't get it. Yes, she's hot and has a bangin', feminine body. Yes, she has a voice. Yes, she's fierce. But she just doesn't do it for me... until now. Her new song, "1+1" is awesome and has been on repeat on my iPod for the last 24 hours. LOVE it. Now, I'm not normally a "Hey, go look at this video" sort of blog poster, but I really like what they did with this song. It's simple - all about the lighting - and cuts right to the meaning of the song. So... watch it. I'd type more, but I'm currently handicapped with a severely cut finger. I have a giant BandAid on it (2, actually, to keep it protected), but it's making it increasingly difficult to type. That being said, more writing exercises will be up soon! Yay! Peace. Stef.

My Italian Summation

As you know, I took a country-wide, whirlwind tour of Italy in the month of May, and I took my new Canon Rebel Xs with me. Granted, my lenses were low-end, kit lenses, but that fact didn't stop me from snapping picture after picture as if my life depended on it. I'm pretty sure I saw most of the trip through the lens of my camera (who has now been named Elisabetta after our lovely tour guide), and I did my best to capture as much of it as I could. I've given myself some time to let the fact that I walked where the freaking gladiators walked sink into my thick skull, and I think it is now time to break out the pictures that I took. Just as a warning, get ready for a wall heavy laden with photos.

Parking Ticket Debacle Update & Exercise #187

If you want to catch up on the Parking Ticket Fiasco, go HERE . That being said, there's not much on which I can update you. I wrote an expertly-written and politely worded letter to the Davidson County Traffic Warrant Division and dropped it off with one of the oh-so-happy-to-be-at-work front desk ladies. In that letter, I simply requested that they remove the fines from both parking tickets and void the 2nd ticket altogether and stated that I had no issue with paying the first $10 ticket. I have yet to hear back from them, but hopefully in the next little while I'll get a letter apologizing profusely for their grievous error, dried tears smudging some of the words because they were so overwrought as they printed out their response. But I'll settle for a terse, "Fine. You don't have to pay it." We shall see, my friends. Oh, we shall see... But enough of that. It's time for today's writing exercise! I present to you...   Exercise #187: Of

Guess what??

I moved! For the last few months, I have been living with my parents. I know. Way to be an adult, Stefers. My parents were nothing but accommodating, though, and actually catered to my needs during my stay. Sure, there were rough spots, but we worked through them. MomLady and Pop, you guys are awesome, and I owe you more than I can possibly ever pay you back. It takes a lot of love and dedication to put up with my crap, and your efforts most assuredly do not go unnoticed. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Now that the gushy stuff is over, I can continue. Like I said, I moved a little while ago, and it has taken a while to get my life set up again. Things aren't exactly 100% yet, but they're well on their way. For example, this evening I installed a shower head - get this - all. by. my. onesies. Yes, my friends, I am a home making genius . Bow to my prowess . I used a tool and everything (don't ask me what the name of the tool is... that

Exercise #186 : Secret Yearning

What is your (or your character's) secret yearning? And how did you (or he or she) come to have that yearning? The phrase "Secret Yearning" makes me think of a bodice-ripping romance novel. You know, the kind that has a cover with a picture of a scantily clad man who bears a resemblance to (and may very well have been based on) Fabio. In fact, let's do a little research, shall we? Step 1: Go to Google . Step 2: Type "Secret Yearning" into the search bar. Step 3: Laugh heartily at the fact that there is, in fact, a romance novel named A Secret Yearning that comes up in the search results. The cover looks like this: Not as much bare man-chest as I'd like, but it'll do. So he's not quite Fabio, but look at those biceps. I approve. But I should get to the exercise, shouldn't I? I guess I got a little sidetracked by all of the bodice ripping. Whoops... 1,2,3, GO!!!

In Which I Discover My Own Epic Failure

How long has it been since I've done a writing exercise on 52 Weeks? Let's check the good old blog post list, shall we? Oh. Mah. Gah. My most recent exercise post was on February 13th, 2011.                                                         I AM.                                                                       FAILURE in human form. Now that that's out of my system, I do believe that the best action required to alleviate this grievous failure of mine is to - yep, you guessed it - post another freaking writing exercise, Stefers!!! Without further ado, I present to you Exercise #185: "On the Verge." Describe an elegant hotel room from the point of view of a character who is on the verge (about a day or so away from) of a psychotic breakdown. 1,2,3, GO!

Angry Stefers Is ANGRY!

This is my face right this second. Angry Stefers is ANGRY! Do you want to know why? Well, I'll tell you.

After My Long Absence...

I'm pretty sure that you guys have given up any hope you might have held for my return, but guess what??? Starting next week, I am going to be back FULL FORCE!! You're excited. I just know it. I am officially a graduate of Belmont University with a degree in Classical Voice Performance (woot!), and now I actually have TIME to have a life. Weird. Whatever shall I do with my time? Oh, I know! WRITE! So here I am, reminding you guys that this little blog here exists and is beginning once again to breathe with severely underused lungs. I have so much to update you guys on (a 10-day trip to freaking ITALY complete with pictures!), and I have sorely missed writing creatively. It has been truly sad; my life has been so hectic that I haven't sat down with my current work in process in MONTHS, and just admitting that fact makes my heart die a little. But worry not! I'm getting back on the writing horse, and it's going to be great. Here's to new beginnings.

Exercise #184 : She Was Telling the Truth

She was telling the truth, but they didn't believe her. Write the scene using dialogue. 1,2,3, GO! Erin: I'm telling you the truth! Louis: Just stop it, ok? We know. There's no use in keeping this up. Erin: (tears welling in her eyes) I'm not keeping anything up. I'm just trying to tell you -- Bridget: Great. Waterworks. Seriously? How dumb do you think we are? Erin: No, that's not it. I need to tell you the truth, and I need you to believe me. Bridget: Yeah, that'd be nice for once.

Exercise #183 : The Most Beautiful Thing in the Room

Look around you. What is the most beautiful thing you see? Describe it in detail. Write down everything you can think to say about it. 1,2,3, GO! The most beautiful thing that I see... Well, at the moment, I'm not quite capable of truly answering this question as I am lying all snuggled up in my bed with the lights off. The only light I can see glows brightly from my computer screen. Actually, that's a lie. A tiny sliver of light is peeking its way through the door jamb, the light radiating from the outer hallway that connects my room to the rest of the house. Speaking of which, I'm going to be moving come June. Good riddance, says I. Don't get me wrong. For my current status, this house has been great. It's 10 minutes from school, it's cheap, and it covers everything that I need. The utilities are a bit high because the house is so drafty, but for the low rent I can handle a lofty electric bill. At any rate, I'll be moving so that I can get a little

Yeah... About Those New Year's Resolutions...

School hit me kind of hard this semester... It's my last semester in college (FINALLY!! I seriously never thought it would get here.), and my classes aren't exactly the most difficult... But everything is really time consuming. For example, this April, I am performing in my final, Sr. recital. It's an hour long, and I have to get an hour's worth of repertoire up to snuff in the next coming months so that I can pull off a decent recital. I'm also performing with the Nashville Opera in their production of Carmen, and that's going to be a doozy. Additionally, I've been having computer issues which have been resolved due to some amazingly good luck and a very kindhearted friend of mine who knows how grateful I am for his generosity and help. He looks more attractive than me when I cry. On a completely different note, I've had some personal issues that I've had to deal with that have kept me knee-deep in tears, Kleenex, and looking quite a lot like

My Own Personal Wardrobe Malfunction!!!
In Which I Feel Like a Poorly Behaved Celebrity

First things first, Happy 1/11/11!!!!! Now on to the story. I shivered as I sat huddled underneath 3 different blankets and 2 sets of sheets, typing out a scene from my current WIP (I'll have it for you to read soon!). "BLARGH, it's cold!" I said aloud, directing my statement to the little ball of cat fur that I like to call Lily . She was curled up into a tiny little ball right by my legs and, upon hearing my voice, stretched out and yawned, exposing her white belly. The stretch was short-lived, however, when she realized just how cold it was in my room, and she quickly retreated into the fetal position in an attempt to preserve the warmth that she had accumulated while in a ball. A few days ago, my space heater broke. Additionally, my house is old and has astoundingly poor circulation, especially when it comes to the heater (I cannot wait to move out in June!). Thirdly, my room is located on an outside corner, and I have 2 very big, not very well-insulated

Media Schmedia

I normally don't like to talk about contemporary events or politics. In light of recent events , however, I have decided to comment on what all is going down in Arizona right now, because I, for one, am completely shocked and appalled by the media's response to Jared Lee Loughner's actions. Why on God's green Earth are people giving this paranoid schizophrenic such power? He was doing this for a specific political agenda! He's a raging Tea Party advocate! He's a liberal, leftist, Commie! He's been brainwashed!!!! Really, people? Really?   Why is it that people are so obsessed with making Jared Lee Loughner out to be this criminal mastermind? Why can't they just accept that he is a paranoid schizophrenic that, at the end of the day, we probably will never fully understand? But I won't sit here at my desk and deny that fact that I, too, was incredibly intrigued by this young man. What would motivate a human being to do such a terrible

'Mouth, Meet Foot' or 'The Nyquil Effect'
Final Installment - Part 3

To those of you just joining in on the festivities, feel free to look at Part 1 and Part 2 before reading this one. You don't have to... but things won't make very much sense if you don't. Recap: I am ridiculous and say stupid crap when I take NyQuil. After I sent text after text to Ephraim trying to apologize for my callousness, I received no response. I was in complete freak-out mode, thinking that he had gotten really angry and didn't even want to be my friend anymore. Have I mentioned that I tend to blow things way out of proportion? 'Cause I do... It's kind of a problem.

'Mouth, Meet Foot' or 'The Nyquil Effect'
Part 2

For part 1 of this rousing story, go HERE . So we left off with I Mistake #3 , when I said, "You never know. I could be a terrible kisser." No response came, and I'm not the type to send follow-up texts (i.e. Helloooooo?, Did you get my last text, yo??, etc.), so I just assumed he fell asleep and decided to follow suit. A couple of hours later - around 4am - I was awakened by the cheerful little chirp that is my phone's text message alert sound. Thankfully, I wasn't in full REM cycle, so I wasn't tempted to chuck it against the nearest wall. I looked at my phone with sleep-blurred eyes, my lids protesting against the light given off by the all-too-bright display. It was a text from Ephraim.  

Nice to Meet You, Foot.
Oh, you want to live inside my mouth?
That's a little weird, but okay... I guess that's doable...

You'd think I'd have learned, after 24 years of life, that not everyone wants to hear what I believe to be the truth. But no. Oh, no. You see, I have this habit of pretty much always saying what I think. I don't have an issue expressing my opinion, because they're usually pretty well thought out ideas that can be backed up with examples and facts. It's a life skill / rule that my Dad always made sure my sister and I had / followed. I am entitled to my own opinions, but I don't voice them unless I have researched them and can back them up. That being said, I am very opinionated. I know what I like and don't like, and I have no qualms in letting people know about it. This frequently gets me into boats of trouble. No, not piddly little boats that can be torn apart by angry sharks. Giant spaceships of trouble. Like the one in Wall-E (pictured right). I frequently find myself at the receiving end of a barrage of tears and hurt feelings, and it'